Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1878-05-03
BIDDY McGINNIS AT THE PHOTO
GRAPHER'S.


Arrah hould yer whist now, Whinny,
til I'm afther tellin' ye' all about gettin'
me good-lookin pictur tux. Sure, an
We see, | got a famous letther from home,
akin me vira purticalar from me father,
an mother, me frinds an relashuns, me
ansisters,, an me gransisters,-iv | was
thrivin' bravcly? An how Ameriky
was agreein wild me? Yis, an iv the
blush av me cheek was as rid, an as
warrum, as whin lift the ould dart :?
Aye, troth, an iv the clothes av the
country wur becomin to me? An be
the same token, it mintion'd that all
that wus livin wur enjoyin good health
plase God. An that judy Mulligan
had sint home her pictur; an that all
the by in our parts wur nearly mad
over it twas so, grand-lookin'; an, be
dad, sure they must hav bin quare
things, that wan had on the back av hur,
to draw remark from any by in the
whole parish, whin | was there, or afore
she lift home hersilf. Och, but she
was tn ugly drab thin, wild her carroty
head an her turnip nose. How well,
she niver mintion' d she was goin to hav
her pictur drawn to sind home. dye
mind Och, the divil skare the silly
ould fox ! She thought she'd intice tn
whole town av Mullingar quite unbe-
knownst to me,-d'ye mind that? Bad
cess to her. Arrah, dye think now
Whinny, that I'd let that wan bate or
outdo me in onything? ? No, thin be the
powers | wuddent, unles it was quite
unbeknownst to me, indade
Says | to mysel glory be till
the whole wurreld, sure It's you, Miss
Biddy McGinnis, cud be sindin home
the pictur', that cud turn the by $ heads,
an that wud be worth lookin at
Sure, be the same ken, there was
me illigant new frock and be the pow
ers, twas med up beautiful, just aqual
to the greatest lady's in the land ; wild
side plaitins $, an rufilins on the
tail av it. Yis, an a luvly top skirt, an
it tucked back that snug now, that faiX
whn | do the plantin mesel on me safe
in the kars-it does be burstin on me
a thrife wild the tightness av it. Och
musha, an iv yc cud only see me missus
onst, cockin her two eyes at me, an she
WdlClllll INC llOlll tHG Witty, Will III
goin out av Sunday. lndade | think
the crature's jealous av me decent looks.
For, be gorra. whin tbs hu.silf that's
tightened an pulled back, she's that
thin now, ye'd think it was three Stats
out av the bedstid that was tied fat to-
gether an was approachin' ye, drissed.
'Tis the truth I'm tellin' yc-av coorse
it is. But the consait av the poor thing
now. Troth it bates Bannagher an
Bannagher bates the whole world yc
know
Well. sure twas av a Tchoosday
mornin whin me letter KEN, an me day
out as ye know is Friday, an havin
me mind so med up on havin' me pictur'
TUX, how in the wide world cud | wait
or contint mesel' so long before | cud
git out For, heath, It's herself that's
sometimes very Grass entirely. Now
what'll do ? Wurra, wurra, what II |
do :? BE dad says | to mesel afthcr
refectin mint or so, whist, jewil, |
hav' it.
Sure wan day nd be as good for the
ironin as another? An the devil a
tack av the clothes will | be afther
ironin' this blissed day. d We mind that?
SO, putin mild and considerin' face
on me, wld Il slight touch av grief in It,,
| mounted up to the back parlir, where
hersilf was sated before the fire, wild
her book in her hand an her two feet
cooked up on the fender just as com
Portable as we plaze.
We'll, Biddy, what's the matter
now? What's wantin' p says she,
lookin quite dishturbed like.
"Nothin's wantin, mum" says |, con-
siderate like, an, the matthur is, that
I'll hay to be goin out tn day, an lave
me ironin' til the morrow, an yc'l hav'
to be seein' to the dinner yersilf, mum.
is it go out tn day? An lave yer
ironin standin Yer out av yer head.
Ye must be jlst crazy to think av sich
a thing, and | ont allow it," says she,
wild the eyes av her stretched that way
at me, an dark look on the face av her.
Vera most understandable gurril,
says she (rolin' the words at me that
way), TO ak sich IA thing, is what |
think"
well, mum, thin yes may jist think
what yes like, says |, ''an yer the furst
lady, what purtends to be lady, that
wud refuse to let dacint gurril go to
the buryin' av her furst cousins child
when she axis it an it's yersilf, I'm
thinkin' that's out O yer head An |
sphoke sthitf Yc see avick, | cud tell
be the looks she gev me that the blood
av her was risin'. An | had to think
av somethin' that wud mollify her like.
Give none av yer impidince' says
she AN as for the child twill do It'll
good, but my clothes much harrum so
ye'd betther go down to yer kitchen,
and attind to yer work for I'll not put
up with ony sich unreasonable conduct, "
says she. Och, an the looks av dark
night an black t'under on her
''Thin, We can find some wan to plaze
ye better" says |. I've shtopt longer
wild ye than ary gurril We liver had, an
served ye bettur an iv | hadn't the
greatest raison, an patience, an inter
rest in me place, an yer work, it's not
clothes, Id hav' bin til after nlght-fall
Yesterday, but aft to the wake av tn
poor craytur,-yis, an injoyin' mesel
wild me frinds an acquaintance. Sure,
goin' to funeril now an thin is all the
divirshun a poor gurril like me gifts,
ony way. But that's all the thanks a
gurril gifts from lady like yersilf, for
all the interrist wan takes. Some la
dies nivir are satisfied. Bad mintion to
their name opportoonities y
Sorra word KEN out av her afther
that but the two eyes av her stare-in,
an her brows stritch'd like "a cat, dye
mind?
Dye think now, Winny Murphy, that
I'd allow ony missus to interfare wild
me bit av pleasure, or sthop me goin'
out, wild her grabbed looks, or her i'm
pedint palaver Arthur? No, thin, |
wuddent. Indade, be all the powers av
war, wud not. So jist left her gain
at me, and l gev the doore that bang
afther me, the way she'd know | wasn't t
plased wild her, an taich her betther
manners the mkt time | wanted to git
out.
Now, / ont deny it, Whinny, she med
me that angry cud hav' done onything
to her, | was that dishpleased wild her !;
an tho | wint down the stairs, singin
as 10 nd as l cud roar, troth, l was jist
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