The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-09-10

1t like queens or Processes. WI their faldralS:
their gran hooses and servants, and every
thing they tax notion o.
cay, ay guidwife but We ken are folk that
haze something tae come and gang ont"
Something tae come and gang on! My
feggs! Ay, but if ye'd gle up visiting yer
freens sac often, we'd had heap mair among
DOR hands the day, and I'll no stan it ony
longer, see, Sandy M'Farlane mind that p
That was list the way spoke till him.
And says he, ''Wee guidwife, you've ay
had yer ain way sac far, andI suppose | maun
let We haze it yet
Puir man he was iist big, saft, simple
minded fallaw a his days; and if it hadna
been that he had real pushin' managin' wife
at his back Pm sure, Mrs. Spirkins, it puz
zles me tae conceive hoo he'd managed tae
warsel his way through the warl ava.
1 mind ance he said tae me, it was ane o
the happiest recollections O. his life the first
day he saw me; and weel it micht-continu-
ed Mrs. M Farlane, bringing the cup and bot
tie into mutual proximity again, and going
through routine of manoeuvres similar to
those before described.
SAY, woman! dae We ken, Mrs. Spirkins, |
just mind that day this vera moment as lift
had been the morn There was a wheen lads
and Iassies O us a gathered the either in a
green ahint John Armour's smiddy and oh
lass, what strappin' figure was DOR Sandy
dressed in his white moleskins 1t was .jist
a SIGHT wad dae yer vera heart guild; and
there was music and fiddles, and we danced
and danced till we were a. jist dune DOT and
just as was gaun wee things that negleckit
the NIGHT afore-San andy come up tae me, and
he says:
'Janet :"
And | says ''What ?" | lookit wee sheep
ish-hke at him, for | wasna vera weel ac-
quaint wi him then.
And he says, says he, 81 want We tae dance
wi me, woman for | wad rather haze you as
ony lass in the company"
Sac wearied and a as | was, | snappit at
the offer. Sandy put his arm room my waist,
and put my hand on his shooter, and the fid
dies played up ''Cockenbendy" (emotion).-
Oh lass, lass that was a dance | never
enjoyed myself sac weel a my days. The las
sizes shakit themsel's, and the lads loupit and
while l think hear that fiddle yet (renewed
emotion) Oh, woman that was the happy
time for after that, we met twice aweel and
got in love wi him, and he got in love wi
me, puir man! though he never said he likit
me a his days; but ae NIGHT he cam tae the
stair foot wi me, an, atore he gaed AVA he
put his Arms room me, and gied me sic a rive
that just kent that was the pressure O his
love that coGldna get vent Ony ither way,
sQueezin' against me and hes said he had three
cuts O his wab DOT, and if | wad just wait till
he wove the fifth ane ne wad haze thirty shill-
ings by him, and he would marry me, and
max me the comfortablest woman in the hale
toon Ye ken, weavin. was guild in these days
Mrs. Spirkins; and able han could max frae
EIGHT tae sixteen chillings, an no kill himself
naither.
Weel, woman, DOT o drink he was just the
best man in toon, for | could just row him my
finger, and get ony thing | wanted; but when
he got fou there was nae workin' wi him a "a.
Mony mony time | warn'd him against
that drink" continued Mrs. M 'Farlane, put
ting herself through another refreshing pro-
cess with the cup and bottle, ''mony a lnony
a time, Mrs. Spirkins, but it was nae use. |
mind he gat up ae Sunday mornin'-he had
been ha'en a wee drap wi a freen the NIGHT
afore-and he gangs tae the wee press at the
west corner O the kitchen fire, and he talks
cot the handbook Ye ken, through hard
wark and guild managin, had hained lit
tie for dark day, though nae thanks to him
fort, the vagabon' And ava he goes to
Master Milroy, the manager O the bank, and
he says
'.Maister Milroy?"
"What? '
''My wife Janet's died.'
Preserve us! Died! When did that hap
penn"
'iJust yestreen observation-disclosures I'm
sorry lac trouble ye."
mo trouble whatever, Mr.. MFarlane,
says Master Milroy. ''You have lost good
wite,poor man! and it is your duty to see the
last earthly ceremony well performed" So he |
put his had in his pouch. an he gied oor ane
twa pound, and telrt him come back on Mon
day. and he wad gi' him whatever he wanted
for we ken we were real muckle respecllit. |
Mrs Spirkins I was just SO quate and ceevil |
that [ had everybody's guild wish-so meets
cor lasse gaun tae herwork on Monday morn
in, and he says
'What Are you workin this morning ?"
cay" .r..-
dead, | suppose it'll be a'needed puir bod
les 'saidMaster Milroy, but when they gaun
to bury your mither?"
''My mither When she dees of coorse."
''Mr. Milroy saw at ance what was dune; but |
matters coudna be mended, for Sandy was a.
wa and had the twa pound a'spent, and ddna
show face for twa days"
Poor Mrs Spirkins had now lost sight of
all prohibitions, and was sitting clapping her
hands;whiIe the tears were dropping over her
cheeks like big pearls, from the sheer force
Of her merriment.
''Oh! he was a cunnin' fallaw," continued |
Mrs. NJ Farlane, "a cunnin fallaw, but wi a |
his bits O ways l had a real notion O him
mind list wee afore he deed. He was ly-
in the kitchen bed, and was sitting by the
fire in the big stuff bottomed chair that I got
frae Girze MIntosh the NIGHT after [ was
merried | was nursin' wee Leesock then,
and he jst looks cot and he says
'EJanet."
eWhat Sandy?" 1 thocht he was gaun
tae say something ABBOTT pittin' wee Johney
tae the schulz; but he says
''Will ever ony body fill my chair, Janet ~
eyer chair puir man ?"
cay"
':No, mol promise faithfully that yell new
er see that"
There was a smart noise on the stair; Mrs
Spirkins grew suddenly pale, and Mrs. NJ Far
lane was silent.
:.What will do?" cried Mrs. Spirllins,
''here's my husband, and l have disobeyed
his commands run, Mrs. NJ Farlane, rum"
''Whaur. woman, whaur ?"
Somewhere out Of the way-hell never
put any confidence in me again"
Mrs. MFarlane got to her feet, but it was
far too evident she couldn't stand very WELL
so she staggered forward and fell into Mr..
Spirkins armchair beside the fire, and fell
laughing at her own incapacity.
''What in the nameof patience do yomean,
Mrs MFarIane ~
"Mean! l mean that never was sic a CO.
art as rim frae a my days, and I'll no rim moo.
oh do hide yourself somewhere" pied
Mrs Spirkins for my sake do"'
''Weell, for yer sake Mrs. Spirkins, may,
said Mrs MFarlane. making an attempt tol
rise.