Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1864-02-18
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us 1t como IN out Of dhrop Of water
like thisl Sure. ma'am, dear. l'm used to
il. and it's jist the life Of me-" said Mrs.
Riley; anil finding her determined, went
into my sitting room. thinking how strange
il was my new washerwoman should pre-
fer to rinse clothes in the rain, rather than
take them under the shelter of the she'd.
Seated at my work, watched her hurry
ing round through the spattering drops
that fell gustily every few minutes. sha
king out and pinning up the wet garments;
having assured me that the "rain would
bring them out as pure and clean as snow
itself" She was q cheerful. busy looking
woman, who seemed as if she might have
once been pretty. il one took the trouble to
trace the original lineaments Of her face
under the various impressions it had ia
ken Of sickness. care. trouble, time, wealth
or, and. perhaps. prisation. Looking up
from my work occasionally, could not
help 'ticing the perfect defiant manner in
which she treated the elements. Her hair,
which was still black and had pretty
wave in it. was shining with the drops
that had fallen on and were absorbed in it.
Her dress hung dsmply around her. and
her shoulders were soaked with rain; but
she darted in and out among the lines,
shaking out and hanging up piece after
piece. lifting to herself in shrill under
tone the misfor.unes Of Fair Caroline Of
Edinburgh Town." This air must have
been an inspiring one, for she met the wet
gusts that dashed in her face with many
blink and grimace. but she still unflinch-
ingly sang and worked Oh till the last ar
ticle in her tubs was waving and slapping
to and fro in the air.
There, now, ms'am," she said. as she
came in drying her arms. you'll see the
rain will be over in half an hour, and then
they'll have the beautifulest chance with
the evening wind, and no DUST
''Come in here beside the fire." said /,
"and try to dry your clothes, Mrs. Riley.
till Catherine has dinner ready. am
afraid you have caught cold; don't you
think you have been rather imprudent?"
Il don't take cold aisv, ma am" re.
piled Mrs. Riley. "Some has luck in one
thing and some in another; mine is in
kapin' my health"
''But, Mrs. Riley" said I. "don't il
sand to reason that if you expose your.
self to rain while you are heated with
! work you should catch cold? There is no
luck about il; II is common sense"
Mrs. Riley smiled on me compassionate
ly, and then rejoined in an impressive
voice-"Whist, now. till spake till you.
Luck's luck, and it bates raison and COM
mon sense any day to nothin'. Sorra a
one of me but ought to know what luck is.
for I've had my fill of it. It's bad luck
I'm msnin'." she added, in a lower tone;
and having finished drying her arms. she
pulled her sleeves over them. and, cross
ing her hands on her knees. looked gloom
lily at the fire. where her shoes stood dry
ing. She seemed sad for the moment, and
/ felt sympathetic. 1t was twilight. ]
had laid my work aside; 60 said. encour-
agingly, know ing tl. communicative race
T, to which she belonged
$50 you have had your own troubles, |
suppose7"
True fer you. you may say thi same. -
she returned. sighing deeply. Its sivin
years before luck changes; but mines been
sivin and sivin to the back of that: and
wouldn't choke a flea. You see l was
well born and we'll raised, ma am. and,
though say it myself, was always thought
q dscint lookin girl. 1t was q country
place ! lived in. and my father was a far
mer. Terrence Msginnis was his name.
and none belonged to him had liver raison
to be ashamed Of it sure. / may say he
was ia manner iducated, for he was foster
brother to as big gintleman as was liver
born in Ireland, and it's there that raal
gintlemen are. l wish you could just
clap your two eyes on one of thin; il
would do your heart good. Sureit would
take me . day to tell you the lsrnin' oi
thin. their beautiful grand manners. and
their illigant ways. There's dacint folk
here-sorra word can say against thin
but they're not the raal gintry, you
know; there's none OF thin out OF Ireland
Well, my father had one crony he thought
more of than liver . one he knew, far OF
near. He was q neighbor man of ours.
Tom Riley by name, and me and his son
Michael was brought up by the same fire.
side / may say. Likin' came natural to
Us, and he was clean daft about me. II
was milkin'. he was at my elbow; in the
chapel he was knalin' at my side. and in
town on Fair Day be hung round me
like my shadow. Ny mother used to say
she couldn't stir the FIRE without burnin'
Mike Riley's shins. And. now. do you
believe what I'm sellin' ye. my father set
his face again him intirely-the cruel
Turk that he was-but he brings home a
man by the name of O'Ncil-Peter o. Neil
was his nams--my father told me he had
been spskin' about me. He said he was a
dscins man. and one who could drive his
wife to chapel in jauntin' car. and it
was my luck / might thank that he would
look at the likes Of me. You see poor
Mike Riley was a. good boy as iver
walked, aud ss purity red checked fellow
IS you would wish to see on q Fair Day.
butdrink was bis wakeness. and my father
was name enough to cast it up to me.
Well, spoke to Mike about it, and he
blazed away agin' Peter O'Neil, and he
said he wus . purity sneak coming to stale
away another boys sweetheart. on account
Of his having tailor shop in the town
One night they met on the porch forninst
the door. and words rose betwixt thin