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The Smell of Money

traditional irish story

 

There were six young fellows visiting a town one day.  One of them suggested that they go and eat some food.  They had some drinks before that.  The went into an hotel, and one of them ordered a meal for them all.  Each was to pay his own share.  A pound of meat was placed  in front of each of them.  One of the fellows told the woman to take away his own meat, as he wasn’t going to eat it at all.  “I won’t,” she said. “It was ordered and you can eat it or leave  it.” 
He ate a small bit of bread and took a cup of soup or tea, whichever it was.  Tea wasn’t very plentiful at that time.  After the meal, each of the m went to pay his share, but this fellow wanted to pay only fro the read and the soup or tea.  As they were about to leave, the woman snatched this fellow’s hat at the doorway.  He asked her to give it back to him, but it was no use.  They started to argue about it, but she remained firm.

 
Daniel O’Connell was walking along the street when he heard the argument and saw the young fellow bareheaded. He stopped and asked what was the trouble.  “This is the trouble,” said the fellow. “Five others and myself came to this woman to get a meal. One of us ordered a pound of meat for each.  When she put the meat in front of me, I said I wouldn’t have any and wouldn’t eat it.  She told me to eat it or leave it.  I didn’t taste the meat at all; so I didn’t want to pay for it.” 

 
“If this fellow didn’t  eat the meat,” said O’Connell, “tis strange that he should have to pay for  it.  Give him back his hat.” “He didn’t have to eat it,” said the woman. “The smell of  my meat filled his belly.” 

 
“You may be right in that,” said O’Connell. “I have always herd that all a woman needs to do to get an excuse is to glance over her shoulder.” 

 
O’Connell took off his own hat, put his hand into his trousers’ pocket, and  threw a fistful of silver into the hat. 

 
“Come over here now,” said he to the woman.  “Place you nose over this money and take your time smelling it.  Fill your belly well with it.” 

 
She was taken aback by that.  “Does that satisfy you?” asked O’Connell.   She was covered with shame and made  no reply.   “Give him  his hat quickly, said O’ Connell. “You have got as good a bargain  as you gave.” That ended the  matter. The  fellow got  his hat and went  off.- 

 

 

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