The Osceola times., 1888-12-01
MRS. M'LooNEY's VIEWS.

All WIS IL tOlooA
wanthrin' cud | tell the rason why ia
like to be takin' meself 10 tn pollsP
faith, an kin tell ye that, too!'
The assessor, on his rounds, had
questioned the sad-eyed woman, think
ing to make the comely face brighten
with n smile, but she took him up with
seriousness and volubility he had not
anticipated. She did not know the as
SCISSORS name, but with true Irish tact
applied name to suit herself She
repeated;
.Indade AMI kin, Misther-Misther
Man, and it's yerself IL say as me rasons
are sound like.
"If the wimmens wus give tn right
to spako for themselves votin' day. do
wees think it wud be old Pete Devlin as
wud swape Until his money drawer all
the wages o. McLooney, let alone tn
pay o. all tn ithcr men ms lives here in
Kings alley? Faith, an it wudn't
thin!
ats mesef l can tell ye, Misther
Man, as gifts up wi tn light in the
marnin, an there's niver tn morn but
McLooney goes out to his work wi
good hot male Until him, TIL best / can
schrape togither an cook, an says to
him ev'ry day, says !, Now, McLooney,
me by, yen bring tn wages foyer Darn
Biddy tn night shure, won't ye nowP
An himself II promise to do JUS as |
AK him, but alack before tn night
comes on, McLooney goes by ole
Devlin's den, an the schmell o. tn
liquor comes stamin' out, an it's hot
and thirsty poor McLooney 18th do
Gavin crathur-an' it's standin' at tn
door ole Devlin is. to urge me mans
takin' leetlc dhrink, ans it's of goes
all thoughts o. meself an tn hungry
childhcr, an how Tim wants shoes to his
fate, an Patsy has niver decent jacket
TO his leetle back, an its Until tn s'loon
goes McLooney an it's niver a bit o
tn days wages goes Until me own
parlet or inside o. tn hungry childher's
mouths, an isn't it meself wud like to
vote to prevent all that mis'ry il | cud,
will you AK me that. Misther Man!
81 mind me sum ghreat grudges I've
got agin tn dhrink an thin rs sells it,
that's loike to go wi me to me grave,
faith an they are thinl
.'Will ye ak me bout tn time rs me
little Mike TUX sick, un' not man in
tn alley as wus sober 'nuff TO lend me n
helpin han, an meself crazy wild tn
look o tn chile.
at wus spasms he wus in. an Bridgy
Blynn wus off a-washin' and Misthress
Doyle was down wild baby three days
ole, an Katie Swaney wus hangin'
aroun' Devlin's. thryin' TO git Swaney
out o tn place an home, an niver a
sowl wus there to help, an mo swate
by dyin' wild tn spasms.
"Well, | had his little fate in hot wa
ther, an rag o cowld wather on his
head, when in reeled McLooney, an
oh! McLooney, Mcl-ooney, ] cried, go
straight for the docther, do yees see
how fast dear little Mike is fadin' away
an LAWN us, an what will his poor
mother do wid'out himP'
"An' what did poor tipsy McLooney
doth baste!
"Jes' look at tn chile an threw i'm
self on TO tn bed an TO slape he wint,
an cud no more rouse him than cud
rouse tn dead. An Oh Lord Oh Lord!
me poor baby died an | cryin' him for
| 81 1pp. a. IT,,,s.,, O.,
Biddy's apron went over her head,
and her form swayed spcechless grief
fora moment while the assessor could
only look his sympathy. Pretty soon
she recovered herself and went on:
Its not the blessed little angel !
need be cryin' for inny longer, but it's
him as has cum after, as meets me
tears, an me vote, too, Misther Man.
ats the dear chldher that i love
wid livery breath o my body wants to
see oddicated and made dacent men OF,
as I'm toilin for now.
'Do ye think it's emmy dacent mother
as wud see her Darn aesh an blood
KEEP at home for want o cloes fit to be
seenp
"An' It's not McLooney at all, at all,
ms means 10 pinch his wife an childher
wild want It's all alarng o. there bein'
no law agin tn selin' o. piaen dhrinks
that traps poor, dear McLooney--th
drivilin' piece that he is ..
'He wor a fne-lookin' gintleman
aein' tn day we wor married as iver
ye'd wish to see. His eyes was, bright
as stars, an he stud rs straight as an
arrer, an was that sthrong he cud aisy
airn his three dollars a day; but now its
meself must git tn breakfast in tn
lqarnin', thin git me to tn washin all
oay. an tn childher rlInnin' the
stnreets wild, an | havin' all I kin do
to cover thin dacint, an git morsel o.
food agin' they'd stharve, an the rint
glttln' forenist o me, an himself Il
dhrinkin' an a dhrinkin' whenever he
| gifts u sthrny Job an II bit o. pay, that's
poor McLooney-th' miserable cray
thur!
'An' what wud me votin' hev TO do
wid all this, will ye ask me that, Mis-
ther Man? Faith, an it's Biddy Nc
Looney will tell yees that, too.
Its livery mother of us that can
sphake that wud niyer rist day nor
night until she'd voted any ticket that
corld be made tn strongest agin' tn
s'loons an thin as kapes thin!
Wed jcs' like to form procession.