Los Angeles daily herald., 1875-07-08
The Bad Son And The Good Son.

"An' it was once, long ago, in the
ould county," said Mrs, Biddy, "there
was livin' fan, clane, honest, poor
wildly woman, an, the fetched the
bouth of 'em up fine and careful, but
one of em turned bad entirely. And
one day says she to him says she;
"Tve given you your livin' as long
as liver can, and it's you that must
your fortGne.n
mMother will, says he.
"An'will ye take a big cake wild my
curse, or a little cake an. my blessin'? ?
says she. tt4
''The big one sure says he.
$50 she baked a big cake and cursed
him and he wint away laughin.' BY
and by he came forninst spring in
the woods and sat bown to ate his din
ner off the cake, and small bird sat
on the edge of the spring.
Give me bit of that cake for me
little ones in the nest, says she; and
he caught up stone to throw at her.
'I've scarce enough fir myself,
says he; and she bein' fairy, put bake
In the spring and toorned it black as
ink, and went away up in the trees.
And while he looked for her to kill
her, a fox wint away wild his cake.
80 he wint away from that place
very mad, an mkt day he stopped,
very hungry at farmers house, and
hired out for to lind the cows.
BE wise, says the farmers wife,
'for the next field is belongin' to q
giant, and if the cows get into his clo-
yer he will kill you dead as shtone.'
"But the bad son laughed and wint
away out to watch the COWS; and be-
fore The noon-tide he went to slape up
In tree, and the cows all Wint in the
clover, an out comes the giant and
shook him down out of the tree and
killed him dead, and that was The ind
of the bad son:
"And the next year the poor wildly
woman says she to the good son:
'Ye must go out into the wide
worruld and sake your fortune, for /
can kape you no longer, says She
Mother 1 will says he.
" AM will ye take big cake wild
my curse, or little cake wild my bles-
sin'?'
/" The little cake says he.
$50 she baked it for him and gave
her blessin' and he wint away, an she
a weepin' after him foine and loud.
And 10y and by he came to the same
spring in the woods where the bad son
was before him, and the same, little
bird sat again on the side of it.
Give me bit of your cakeen for
me little ones in the nest says she.
Il will, says he, and he broke her
off a fine piece, and she dipped her
cake in the spring and toorned it into
sweet wine; and whin he bit his cake
shure an she had toOrned it into a
fine plum-cake entirely; and he ate
and drank and wint on light-hearted.
And next he comes to the farm er's s
house.
"'Will you tind cows for me?' says
the farmer.
g j will,' says the good son.
BE wise,' says the farmers wife,
for the clover-field beyant is belongin'
10 the giant, an if We lave the cows he
will kill you dead.
Never fear!' says the good son; Il
don't slape at my worruk.'
"And he goes out in the field and
lugs big stone up in the tree, and
thin sends every cow far out in the clo-
ver-fields and goes back again to the
tree. AM out comes the giant a-roar-
IN so you could hear the roars of him
mile away; and when he finds the
cowboy, he goes under the tree to
shake him down, but the good little
son slips out the big stone, and it fell
down and broke the giants head en-
tiorly. So the good son wint running
away to the giants house, and it bein'
full to the caves of gold and diamonds
and splendid things!
"See what fine luck comes to folks
that is good and honest! An he wint
home and fetched his ould mother,
and they lived rich and contint ed, and
died very old and respected"