Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-12-14

she saw them she crossed the street and
came directly toward them, with the air
OF one who has a purpose. Without a
word of greeting to either she stepped
squarely in front of them, and, looking
severely at Jamesey, began:
"It's glad | am to meet you, Jamesey
Rooney" she said; sam now that I
have the chance, I name to spake out
me mind, and feel the better for it.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself nowP"
she went on, flashing her black eyes
s%corEfully upon him-'a great strap
pin lummuck like you, to lave your
work and 60 whinin' and pulin' round
-a-hangi1 on to your mother and
brother for q livin'! An pretendin' that
it's all Katy Sullivan's doin's! An so
,your heart is broke, is it? An, we hear
enough?'-laughing and shaking her
head at him; don't never tell that TO
me! Your heart! Let alone q sly, lazy
lout like yourself for pickin' out the girl
as h thinks can support hip> in aise
and idleness! Didn't ye say 20 Dan
Riley: Katy Sullivan's the girl to sup
port a dtlikW a like meseT without a
lift Of his finger the year around?' Your
heart!" she repeated, with such angry
sNehemence that Jamesey turned pale
and pulled at his brothers. arm in q
hurry to get away.
"There, go along wild ye" she burst
out finally, with q grimace of disgust;
''l've said my say, only I'll throw in
word more of advice. There's the
wilder Cotter, the old-clothes woman,
they do say she's dyin' O. love for ye-
nor fool she! And We know she has a
fine business of her own and money in
the bank besides. I hate her like
pizen," Katy continued, laughing, land
the worst wish I have for her is that she
Jamesey Rooney"
She laughed again scornfully and
tripped away, turning back, however,
to look at Patsey just as he was casting
a sheepish glance after her. She came
almost to q full stop and nodded to him
roguishly. But poor Patsey's heart
trembled within him, and it was a pale
and troubled face that he turned from
her.
The two brothers walked on a few
rods in silence. Pity for Jamesey and
love for Katy struggled together in
Patsey's breast. He wanted to say
something consoling, but before he had
hit upon just the right thing Jamesey
spoke.
cts true what she said of Mrs. Cot
ter" he remarked, doggedly. can a
fine woman she is, and knows a gintle-
man when she sees one. No doubt she'd
support me like a Prince, and say thank
ye besides. 1 have. thought her trifle
old for me; but what matter? I'll be as
old as herself if I live long enough.
Patsey, I believe to me soul IU take
Patsey stared in open-mouthed aston
ishment.
"But yourheart! yourheart, Jamesey,
b'y!' he exclaimed, wildly. elbow can
We marry n woman and your heart
a-breakin' for another!"
ooh, shut up, will ye now!" said
Jamesey peevishly.
Light began to dawn on Patsey's
mind. They had reached their own
door now. He burst into the room
swhere his mother sat, hauling Jamesey
after him. :
"Mother, mother!" he cried, ex-
citedly, ''here's the by as good as new,
heart and all! Tell her about the wilder
Cotter, Jamesey."
''It's nothing, mother" says Jamesey,
sheepishly, only I've about made up me
mind to marry the wilder Cotter and
let Katy Sullivan go hang"
His mother threw up her hands in de-
lighted surprise.
"Glory be to God now!'' she cried.
'What have I said many's the time to
you, Patsey Rooney? Haven't I said
that woman loves your brother like her
own soul'-haven't II"
"You have, you have, indade," as
sented Patsey, rubbing his hands ex-
citedly.
can = fine thing it'll be for ye,
Jamsey, me by! Her first husband
niver did q stroke of work from one
years end till another, an died at last
a-sittin' in his aisy-cushioned chair,
with a bit O. pork and cabbage in his
mouth. All! she supported him like a
g%intleman. What won't she do for a
dilikit, handsome lad like yourself"
Patsey gazed from one to the other,
and an expression of great satisfaction
spread slowly over his flushed, eager
face, which concentrated itself at last
INTO a radiant grin.
cam now" says he, with a business
like air lifting his head in unconscious
exultation, can now there's a clear
field for the other lad, if l understand
the case rightly. How is that, Jamesey
by? How is that, mother?"
"Who cares for the other lad?" said
Jamesey, res%entfully. "Hemay take his
Katy Sullivan now, and go to the deuce
with her, for all O. mel"
"Who is this 'other lad Patsey
Rooney, that you should be a-lookin'
out for him?" asked his mother, sharp
ly.
II know. mother" answered Patsey,
dropping his head in embarrassment,
while he tried in vain to steady his
voice; 'the lad [ speak on is but a poor
stick, I know; and his well-bein' is not,
and never has been, anything to aither
of us, compared to Jamesey's; but now
as he will have nothing more to say
to katy-I mean as she will not-bother
the words!-but you know what 1
would be sayin'-as Jamsey is going to
marry the rich wilder Cotter, why,
now, there seems. to be q chance for
me-"
"You!" screamed his mother. "Oh,