The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1878-07-25
Mrs. McWiggen Judges from Appear
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Two women had stopped in market to
exchange little gossip, and stood chat
ting with the roofs of their sun-bonnets
touching each other.
al suppose there's nothing new in
your part of town, Mrs. McWiggen 7"
said one of them.
can isn't there, though? Faith an
that's where you are moightily mistaken,
Mrs. Dempsey. An is it tellin' me ye
haven't heard about the Whalens, We
areT'
"Dear me, mol You don't mean to
say that little Micky has went and fell
out Of the window, just as 1 said he
would? Too bad Poor woman! I
pity her, but Mike ought to put some
Stats across, as 1 told him to. Well
well! And he was such bright child,
too" 80
"There ye go agin wild the crazy
tongue of ye, an the by as sound as a
Crane wathermelon at this minute. The
brat's all right, ma am, butt t's the devils
own time they'll be havin' soon, sure.
But is it sayin' ye are that ye wasn't
knowin' about the weddin' that is to be 2"
Gracious no! Wedding? And
whose, do tellP
An who could it be but Mary
Whalen herself, the sweet gurrel? An
isn't she the pretty one-an' fax but
he's the handsome lad, too, that same,
barrin' the wicked scar on the cheek of
him from the cut at Donnelly's party,
last winter two years, 1 behave it was"
swell, now, is that so? And who is
| the young man? Inever heard.a breath
of it."
"Troth an he's foine one, that same,
ma'am, wild fhist like a maui, and a
foot like coal-hod. Only twinty last
Michaelmas, an tin of his taath gone
a'riddy. He's the lively lad, an always
riddy for a bit of divarsion wild his
fsht. It's the pattern of husband
ell be maxim to her, ma'am. There'll
be no gettin' lonesome wild mon
always waitin' to fight at the twisht of
an eye."
But you haven't told me who he is. !"
"Arrah, thin, an didn't l though ?
Wasn't it just sayin' was that a foiner
mon ye couldn't mate in days walk
than that same Dennis Cassidy himsilf,
that worruked on the same ladder wild
me own Pat the two months past?'
"But Mary hasn't known him longY'
"Divil the bit has she, an the betther
for her, too, Pm tellin' yes. Twas on
the Fourth, 1 believe, he wint wild her to
a frolic on the hill beyant-the Lookout,
Pm thinkin'-an' come home wild the
loveliest black eye an another tooth or
so missin', an hasn't he been there
twisht or three times since a'riddy.
It's engaged they are, ma'am, as sure as
st. Patrick was gintlemon."
But how do you know? Did Mrs
Whalen tell you sof"
"Not onesht she didn't-the sly one
But isn't it eyes / have, an don't see
wild 'em? Trusht me for that"
"But what have you seen to make
you think sop
Hishtl Pm tellin' ye as me own sis
ter, but to go no farther. Twas Thurs
day night that old Mike himsilf took
the Jug an brought it home filled to
the neck wild the besht in the tap-fel
the lad had been there the night before,
moind--and they had the divil's OWL
jollifcation till near norm, an livery
blessed soul Of 'em was blind wild de.
light, an the cook-stove was so much
scrap iron an divil the chair could
stand on more than three legs. Fax, an
it was good for heart trouble to look al
'em, hear the swearin' an watch the
skillets and dishes fly, an see old Mike
tumblin' about, whackin' the nose oi
him an yellin' wild j'y, while Bridget
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and Mary was slashin' it to him vic
the besht end of the broom. Sure PA
an mesilf we watched thin from the
windy till the jug was broke an the
clock at the corner beyant was sound
ing two, an thin wint to bed, but not tt
slape, for the mise of their hilarity
got louder an louder till the pape o
day, an sorry night we had of it
sure, but wasn't they just as good a
| back in the ould country livery blessed
minute of the time, alackf"
But don't see what that has to d,
with Mary being engaged" said Mrs
Dempsey, in disappointed tone.
" An don't ye, darlint? Bad cess t.
the clumsy moind of ye, an is it sup
posin' ye are, that ould Mike woult
J bring in full Jug an stand the expins
of spree that was hiven on earth t
the pack of thin, an that, too, in tn
middle of the wake, if there wasn'
news in the shanty that must be rej'ice
over in an iligant manner, wild the YER
besht that money could parchase, al
plinty of it, too? Not bit of it, h
wouldn't, Mrs. Dempsey. They'll b
married before the muskethers bites 'er
or 1 don't know good fhisky when