"Ah, stop is it? Ye can't stop me till Oi've had me say to
tell the whole truth. I says to me daughter Ellen, says I:
'Th' horrid baste is afther murtherin' the poor thing,' says
I; `run out an' git an officer!'"
"I object to all this!" shouts the lawyer.
"Ah, ye objec', do ye?" retorts the old lady. "Shure an' ye'd
have been after objectin' if ye'd heard thim turrible blows
that kilt her--the poor, sufferin', swate crayter! I hope he
gits all that's comin' to him--bad cess to him for a
blood-thirsty divil!"
The lawyer ignominiously abandoned the attack.
The writer recalls a somewhat similar instance, but one even
better exhibiting the cleverness of an old woman, which
occurred in the year 1901. A man named Orlando J. Hackett, of
prepossessing appearance and manners, was on trial, charged
with converting to his own use money which had been intrusted
to him for investment in realty. The complainant was a shrewd
old lady, who together with her daughter, had had a long
series of transactions with Hackett which would have entirely
confused the issue could the defence have brought them before
the jury.
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