The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1883-10-17
BeIIs g. ereene IN the conilnenl.

4 Il Oh NhO - AcSs ONO HSt1IS luC AuOILl
ing concert of the birds, and tn,
CHEEKY Interchange Of greeting
Q among the boastful chandeliers.
Il She stops on her way at my rose
bed and ruthlessly plucks my rares
bud, that have watched for days
just unfolding, a marvel of beauty
I on that unlucky morning
: Perhaps 1 have destined that par
ticular rose for Jacks buttonhole on
his birthday Jack is my husband
and he dearly loves rose); but my
washerwoman loves roses, too, and
so she comes in smiling and com
plaeent with the pet of my garden
tucked jauntily behind her ear
No young and blooming girl is
she, my Mary; but old and wrink-
led, and ugly enough to scare away
the witches. Still, she has a sort
of rugged beauty all her own, and
she looks healthy and wholesome.
And OH she has the gift of blar-
ney in a remarkable degree, even
for one of her noted race.
"I've a compliment for yees to-
day, num-" she said to me on one
occasion. ......... .-. +.
"Ohl have your"
"Yis, indade, that / have" with
an emphatic nod of her head. aye.
see, l was goin' along the road and
met Mrs. Jones, woman l used
to wash for, and says she to me,
says she:
-"'Who are ye washing for the day,
Mary?' says she. ..-..sl Oh. .-..'
"'For Mrs. Lane says /, and as
nice a woman as iver / put my hand
to the tub for, says l. It's the
whole pan O. milk she gives me to
dhrink, lawn alone the many O.
things shessends TO the childer,
says l.
"'A-a-h 2 says she.
"'Yis, indade; it's the truth for
ye,' says l." H... ..... a.
Now, had never given her any
thing like whole pan of milk, but
from that day l increased the guam
tity as well as the number of cook
les and things for the "childer." So |
susceptible is the American woman
to fattery.
Another time she said: .. |
"There's them that would be glad |
to git yer day out o. me, num-"
whats that, Mary ?" .1
"Oh, Miss Bemis comes to me the
other day, and she says to me:
"'Mary, | wants me washin' done
the fust o the week. says she.
Cant We come o. Chuesday? '@
"Oh, get along, says I, 'wid yer
one sheet and pillow case,' says /.
Il goes O. Chuesday to wash for a
woman (m'anin' yerself NUM- as
has line full as long as from here
to Main street, says /, 'and no
scrimpin' in the pay, nayther 7
says l.
miss Bemis is wan O. thin
scrimpin' kind O. wimmin," said
Mary, with shrug of infinite dis
dain. .......
MARY" l asked her just before
the presidential election, "what are
yOu-a democrat or republican," |
"a dimmicrat, num-" was the
prompt reply.
"Yes? And why are you a dem
ocrat?"
"An' sure amt all the Oirish dim
micrats?"
"But why are they?" l persisted.
"I'll tell ye why" says she, sus-
pending her rubbing to give force |
to her words with her soapy fists.
"The republicans is for the ndgurS,
and the nagurs is agin the Oirish,
and the Oirish hates the. ndgurS
like pizen ;! That's why"
l laughed. "Oh, Mary said /, |
you are sadly behind the times, l
fear" - j.
Behind the times, is it? Well,
thin, l dunno but nagurs is nagurS
to-day just the same as iver-thdt I
do knotC; and glory be to God! that
dirty black divil that lived on our
street, wild his three wooly-hiddedi
brats, has had to go! We made it
hotter than bloody murther for him,
and he's jist tux himself off, bag
and baggagei Yis, mum and bad
luck go long OF him ichereiUer he
goesl" /
f'once took occasion to reprove
her for her seeming profanity.
"Godlemighty," "My God" and
"Glory be to Godw were common
to her everyday speech but she
seemed wholly unconscious of any
impropriety in the use of such Ian
guage, and she met my reproof with
a look Of such utter Incompetent
sion-such blank inquiry-that /
could not press the matter.
/ often went to Mary's house.
L liked to 90. 1t was a-eheerful |
sight to see them of an evening, af-
ter their days work was done-old
Mike, her husband, sitting Ibyethe
fire with his pipe and the nest of
"ehilder swarning about, playing
praaks upon each other, cracked
and cuffed or laughed sat by both
father and mother "A ragged, saucy !
lot they were, at once the torment
and blessing of their poor parents.
One night 1 went to the house,
and as approached l heard sounds
of festivity and saw a light In the !
best room. opened the door ST. |
lently and looked in. A puff of hot
air and that smell which is never
absent from an Irish habitationy but
which one can best endure cold, /
swept cut into my face, almost TAX
ing my breath away. / stepped in
except by one or two
near the door, to whom'I made |
signs to keep quiet, and joined the
lockers on. = 81 u SOS n,
There was a row of people, men,
women, and children sitting round |