Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-05-15


gets there lie ladies' me up to the loft,
an I makes foine bed in the hay.
wild the lynn forninst me back all night.
I shleps till the break o day, nm thin
the man came nm lit mo out. But I
would he g;yo me II bit o. breakfast.
for That was like begging, an never
begged in me life before for a mouth
ful. So thraUpcd on in the could,
hoping all the time that it would grow
warmer viii the sun. But, indade
ma'am, it was meself kept CROWN
ceulder an couller. An thin l chared
mesclf up wild the thoughts that I
was getting on nearer an nearer to
NJ. Dear Teddy, I've been to twin
ty houses in this place, an the TWEEN.
tieth was the first one to lit me in an
indade, but tor your blissid self,
ma'am dear, I'd not have got in here. I
was jist like to give up, an was saying
to meself that 1 could walk no furder,
an might as we'll sit down in some
sphot where nobody would see me, an
freeze to death, whin I hears the other
Teddy a-callin' of me back an when I
! secs yer swete face a.welcomin' me at
the door, iist Thought God has STINT
His angel to yees, John Dugan, like he
STINT it to Saint Pether.
"1've tould yees my sthory, ma Fam,
an it's the truth, an the whole truth,
m yes the Dist Teddy I liver saw: an
now I've done talking, thanking yees
kindly, nam, for yer attention"
While the poor wayfarer had been
narrating his experience of travel and
suffering, Mrs. Sawyer had been quietly
getting together substantial break.
she was sure the traveller was not intox-
icated, were thoroughly awakened,
hurried into her bed-room-it led from
the kitchen-and brought out pair OF
thick WOODEN hose which she had Just
finished knitting for her brother, aud
q warm Cardigan jacket, which she had
been intending to send him for his
birthday that very week.
"There mani" she exclaimed tossing
them upon the floor beside him "put
them things on! know you We gone
twenty miles of your Journey already,
an haint got but four tew 60, but
they'll git You over them four a sight
spryer an easier than you went the
twenty. Their g mystery about
providences, think. Help turns up
mostly when folks has got pretty we'll
aout O. the woods, an do MT seem tew
need it go much. Naow. eff You d
he'd that ere jacket an stockings when
you d ben four mile, stead of when
you he'd MT but four tew 20, it would
ha' been suthin' like. I prove of
takin' time by the forelock, an not
taggin' on ter his cue. Mis- Sawyer,
tibet man d better hev suthin' hot
inter his stomach, fust thing, I sh'd
think !"
His h breakfast is ready, Ann" re
you may pour the coffee for him, if
you'd like. Now, d !" to the man, III
you will put on these stockings and
slippers, / think your feet will feel a
little mere comfortable, and your boots
will dry nicely behind the stove. We
will 60 into the other room, and you
can eat whenever you get ready. There
is more coffee in the coffee-pot If you
want it, and I hope you'll make good
hearty meal"
"Ihe Lord bliss you, ma'am," wip-
ing his eyes with his worn coat sleeve.
"Dade, there isn't the likes of yees in
this town, nor in any other. An,
Miss, ye re as generous as ye re rough
spoken, SO ye are; but, sure, I couldn't
, be afther takin' this fcine jacket
from gees. I'm not that nadin' it. But
if ye II kindly Lit me dhraw the stock
ms over me hands whin I goes away,
II be obliged to yees. It 8 me hands
that suffers most wild the could.
"Stockin's on your hands !" burst
out Ann. "Good gracious whoever
heard of sech thing2 Put 'em on ter
yer feet, where they b'long, an I'll
that's what you need, fore you get
IDENTIFY, edo you think it's safe tew
) things, an nobuddy is therea"
Mrs. Sawyer smiled.
"Why, yes, Ann, I do; don't you r.
Ann shook her head doubtfully.
Kinder resky, seems to me. I'll Sc,
! where kin keep my eye on him,
I guess; there is sech lots o scamps
! raound naow a-days."
"There, Mis- Sawyer! them mittens
is ready at last, I believe, an they're
!, a fust--ate pair for made ones, tew, e
I dew say it. They fit me, an eff they
fit me, they'll fit any man alive, fol
: I've mo's'ous hand" Then sht
}. added, in an nndertone, 'sTht
poor critter ,vos hungry, I dew yum
for he hain't let mossle-not mos
sic! Talk abaout Lazarus ivin' or
crumbs! He's ct everything there was
sot afore him, an the crumbs besides
> He amt no common tramp, an I guess
I he told the truth this time, eff he is ar
Irishman. Eff you'll give him the
mlttens, Mis- Sawyer, I'll jes' run ovel
them spunes an forks, tew make sure
they're all there. He's got threw with
: everything but the dishes, i b'lieve. .
John Dugan drew back his chair,
and, turning as Mrs. Sawyer came into
the kitchen, showed her an honest face,
beaming with a gratitude which even
: he could never put into words, voluble
as he was upon occasions. As she
, handed him the mittens, into the
thumb of one of which she had tucked
greenback, his eyes again filled, and
for the third time he had recourse tc
his coat sleeve
"Bless mel" exclaimed Ann, "the
man hain't got so much as banker
, cher! Here!" drawing one from hel
3 pocket. "take this (! It amt moo MOI
I handsome. but it's clean. an it answers
the purpose it was made for. It's bette,
j. than WOODEN stuff, any way, for tibet use
!, an neater."
Q The object of her solicitude was .
= little 10th to accept it; yet he did so
9 feeling that Ann, rough as she was
meant it for kindness, which sb,
K certainly did.
Then Willie crept up to the poo
9 wayiarer:
: ''1's glad you's had nice bekfus', ,
g said he. "Ask yous little dirls t.
Q come here, too. My mammals dot lot
9 O. sings for EN-, dood to eat"
|. "Ah! bliss the dear child! He has hi
K mothers kind heart-so he has Swat
. little one! May the Virgin Mary ant
K all the blissed saints watch over zee,
and kape yeeg, givin' yees lon,
j. fife an good health. An mh'am, dear
an you,. too, Miss, may yees nive
= want for shilter, or fire, or clothes
8 to cover yees, or thin to love yee
n that II love yees we'll an Jasus Chris
y an the blissed Virgin grant yees liver,
!. desire of yer hearts, Whatsoever it ma;
i be; for, sure, he said that doin' TO
8 tho stranger that was in made, wa
4 dom for his own blissed self. An
n now, goodbye to yees all.
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