The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1885-09-02
BIppY McGINLEY's NEWSPAPER.
BY MRS. KATE TANNANT WOODS.

BY MRS. KATE TANNANT WOODS.
1t was rainy, disagreeable morn
ing, and l was compelled to 60 in
town.
| / am fond ofstudying people and
on entering the station found a
subject in the person of a stout Irish.
woman who was struggling With an
awkward bundle. The contents oi
this package dropped out one by
one much to the amusement OF the
waiting passengers.
The nonchalance of the woman
amused me; and at last. when the
| newspaper wrapping parted in
twain and calico dress, a pair OF
carpet slippers, some aprons, an an
tiquated comb and other articles
rolled upon the floor, the woman
Joined in the laugh at her expense.
Take this" | said as offered my
morning newspaper, "and here are
pins to secure it.
"It's a lady We are, thin, an thanks
to ye."
THAT gong has sounded for our
train" | said ''let me help you"
"It's a dale of trouble for We, lady,
but, We see, | must go to Norah, as
she is Expecting me livery minute"
"You will be in time" | said, and
Biddy's wardrobe was soon secured.
"Well. that's daycint bit of
work. miss, thrue for We, an may
the ssints preserve We.
In the confusion consequent on
entering the car l missed my new
friend, but soon heard her voice as
the conductor passed through.
"a ticket, is it? Well, bad cess to
it; what wild the contrapshuns of
me bundle, an thinkin' of Nora,
poor darlint, its niver ticket did |
git. and the misses tellin' me over
an over to mind it. Ye can't chate
Biddy McGinley."
"Ten cents extra, said the conduc-
tor.
Tin cints is it? Go long wild ye
now me to be pain extra on ac-
cours of distress in my mind an the
old newspaper, bad cess to it"
"Rules OF the road, said the con-
ductor.
"Well. thin its a name road intire-
ly, showin' no considerashun for
them as is in disthress."
At this juncture Biddy caught
sight of me.
'Is he chatin me, miss?"
"Oh, no; pay him the money"
$50 | will. thin, if ye say it, for
there's truth in yer kind face but
I'll not be trustin' man, let alone
one of them blatherin' ovid newspa-
pers, so weak with their lies they
Just fall to bits"
As every gentleman in the car was
supplied with one of the 'blatherin'
ovid newspapers, and well known
editor of one sat nearly opposite
Biddy, her outburst was highly en-
joyable.
She muttered for some time after
the conductor passed on, and at last
left her seat and came to my side.
"Would We mind me spakin' a bit
to We miss ?"
'No, Biddy, let me help you if |
can.
"The saints be praised, an how
did We have the wisdom to know
my name ~
"You told me yourself"
did /, now ?" Well, then, / did
it unbenownst like. for l was bewil-
dered. was a gettin breakfast, an
sez she-Biddy, sez she, the master
has missege for ye, an Norah do
be wantin' to see ye, SO We kin 60
right off, sez she, and she did bit
of writin' on a card for me to 60
long to the Woman's Hospital, an if
ye would believe it miss. that card
has disappeared all along of that
ovid paper, bad cess to it."
''Sit down, Biddy. and tell me all
about it perhaps / can help you"
'Shure, miss, you can do the
same"
is Nora your sister"
"Divil bit, miss, only friend
like
HAS she been sick long
''Since she come over, mum, the
two of US come to onct.n
''Did her parents send her with
you?"
"Niver a one has she, miss; she's
q or6ng."
After much questioning / learned
that Norah had been ailing ever
since she arrived in America, and
some kind friends had sent her to
the Woman's Hospital, where, as
good fortune would have it. / was
going to attend a meeting of ladies.
Biddy would tell me nothing more
Of her friends 3 story without Norah's
permission.
When we reached our destination
l went with Biddy to Norah's room,
where beheld one of the most beau
tiful girls it has ever been my fortune
10 see. Her ripping golden hair
would not be confined, and the hec-
tic flush on her cheeks made her n !
sad but wondrously beautiful pic |
lure. | had but moment to note |
his, for Biddy's voice, softened with |
Eears, was uttering words Of endear-
ment
"Ah. darlint. ye1l be gittin' we'll
now, an its yer ovid Biddy1l be-
akin ye away TO make ye strong'n |
|atn
"0h. Biddy, if / could only 90 to
Ireland for an hour" !" said the girl.
@;some is it 2" said Biddy. "Well
larlint, you mustn't be ongrsteful to