The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-12-11
AN IRISH JIG.

recently, and writes home in the fol
lowing amusing style:
"Can you direct me to Mrs. Kelle-
her's'" / said, accosting a barearmed
woman, who had just picked up a bun
die Of baby that had rolled out of an
open door.
'"Tich beyant, sir" she cheerfully
responded, unceremoniously tucking
the baby under one arm, that she
might the more freely point with the
other.
On the corner of two streets oppo-
site a public pump stood a small two
story structure, built of stone, of
course, and plastered over with NOR
tar of yellow hue. Above the door
appeared the name we were searching
for. We pushed into a low, small
shop, whose stock in trade consisted
of bakers bread, milk, and other stom-
achic necessities, to which was added
the dispensing of such liquors as the
thirsty population might require and
pay for. Behind a sort of bar were
c~ongregated a number of men and
women, whom ] took to be friends of
the house, and one of these. a stout
proportional lady, with her hair
combed very close about her head,
stepped forward and wanted to know
what we would have.
sis this Mrs. Kelleher?" / asked.
Instant attention on the part of
I1n yrnA~1n habfnI Ahn bau #s.#H..
at is, sir" she replied respectfully.
"Well," / continued, "can | find Mrs.
Mahoney here?"
attention of people behind the bar
visibly increasingly
"You cannot, sir" was the reply,
in rather less of a brogue than we had
yet col :ered.
Mrs. Nanny, the old country, pro-
nunciation of Mahoney, Mrs. Nanny,
who is my cousin, sir, is not living
here now, but at Mr.. Jones' the con-
stable's-an' a dacent place it is, too.
Would We be afther wanting toseeher,
sir?"
every much" Isaid.
People behind the bar getting al
most too impatient to wait. A bare
headed woman starts forward.)
''Plaze, sir" the bareheaded woman
exclaimed, III can run and fetch her"
SIN how long q timer"
ooh, sir, not above fifteen minutes
iist."
GAN right" / said, "start along and
tell her." / added, ''that a gentleman
from America wants to see her who
comes direct from her daughter No
rah."
'sWhat!" the woman screamed,
while hereyes stood straight out from
her head, from Norah Nanny"
"Aye."
"Then sure" she exclaimed, while
her face stretched and wreathed with
Joy, ''its myself that won't be gone a
And with that she was off like a
shot, while the people behind the bar
have by this timefairly exploded with
excitement. As we started out the
door the proprietoress hailed us.
"Hould on, gentlemen, hould onl''
she called, while she made speed to get
through the little half-door leading
behind the bar and for which she was
a very snug fit.
"She's going to hug you," whispered
the judge, as he stopped; and faith /
though she was-but she stopped on
the very verge of that demonstra-
ton, and ~fervently calculated:
can ure you don't mean to say
that Norah is after living at service
wild yer own blessed self"
"She certainly is" / replied with a
North American smile.
s'The likes of thati' she cried, look
ing alternately from me to the now
completely petrified observers behind
the bar. swell, it's right glad her moth
er will be to meet yez!"
Hereupon, after several
of like remarks, the Judge and passed
out, promisingto return directly, which
promise, after a short walk along the
narrow, crooked streets, we fulfilled.
A fine looking old lady, in white cap
and the prevailing long black cape and
hood, meet us at the shop door.
She was trembling violently with
emotion, and as she was introduced as
Norah's mother and we shook hands
she burst into tears. fail utterly to
bringing the scene before you-the curl
Gus little shop, the interested and sym
pathizing knot of Irish people at the
background, and here the judge and |
and this old woman, handsome still in
spite of her years Of strugglingto toll, quite
broken down at this unexpected meet
ing with one so short a time from her
girl beyond the sea.
"Your health gentlemen, an God
bless yezlo heartily cried thehostess,
and with loud acclamation the toast
was drank, while the judge and Z bow
ed our acknowledgements courteously.
At this juncture a singular looking
individual hugging a bagpipe of seedy
appearance under his arm. trotted in