Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1888-12-13
MRS. M'LOONEY'S VIEWS.

MRS. M'lOONEY'S VIEWS.
Sensible Sentiments on the Woman Suf
fraso Question Crudely Expressed
An it is mesilf We AK wud l vote an
saw me chance? Faith, an wud. thin
An wus it consarnin' meself We wus
wunthrin' cud tell the rasOn why I'd
like to be takin' meself to tn polls:
faith. an | kin tell We that, tool"
The assessor, on his rounds, had
questioned the sad-eyed woman. think
ing TO make the comely face brighten
with smile, but she took him up with
a seriousness and volubility he had not
anticipated. She did not know the as
6cssor's name. but with true Irish tact
applied name to suit herself. She
repeated:
'Indade anil kin. Misther-Misther
Man. and it's yerself IL say as me rasons
ere sound like.
''If the winners wus give tn right
t0,spake for themselves votin' day, do
yees 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 ither men as lives here in
Kings alley? Faith. an it wudn't,
thin!
"it's meself l can.tell We, Misther
Man. as gifts up wi tn light in the
marnin'. an there's niver tn morn but
NcLooney goes out to his work wi a
good hot male Until him, tn best l can
jchrape togither an cook, an says to
3im ev'ry day. says l, Now. McLooney.
me by. yell bring tn wages to yer Darn
Biddy tn night shure, won't We now?'
An himself III promise to do JUS as l
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 de-
Gavin crathur-an' it's standin' at tn
door ole Devlin is. to urge me mans
takin' leetle dhrink. ans it's off goes
oil thoughts o meself an tn hungry
childher. an how Tim wants shoes to his
fate. an Patsy has niver decent jacket
to his lee:le back, an it's Until tn s'loon
gQes McLoOney an it's niver bit O.
tn days wages goes Until me own
parlSet or inside O tn hungry childher's
mouths. an isn't it meself wud like to
vote to prevent all that Misty if cud,
will you AK me that. Misther Man!
81 mind me sum ghreat grudges I've
cot agin tn dhrink an thin as sells it,
that's lOike to 60 wi me to me grave.
faith an they are thin!
''Will We AK me bout tn time as me
title Mike TUX sick. an not a man in
tn alley as wus sober huff to lend me a
helpin' han. an meself crazy wild tn
look O tn chile
at wus spasms he wus in, an Bridgy
Biynn was off a-washin' and Misthress
Doyle was down wild a baby three days
ole. an Katie Swaney wus hangin'
aarOun' Dovlin's. thryin' to sit Swaney
out o tn place an home. an niver a
sovt wus there TO help. an me swate
Nv dyin' wild tn spasms.
"Well. had his little fate in hot wa
thor. an a rag o cowld wather on his
head. WHOM in reeled McLooney. an
oh! Mcl,ooney. McLooney.' 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'ou himp'
"An' what did poor tipsy McLooney
doth haste!
"Jes' look at tn chile an threw i'm
so,f On 10 tn bed an to Shape he whit.
en- cud no more rouse him than l cud
rouse tn dead. An Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
mo poor baby died an cryin' him for
tn. love o Heaven not to lave me-"
Biddy's apron went over her head.
end her form swayed in speechlcss grief
for n moment while the assessor could
cn!y look his sympathy. Pretty soon
che recovered herself and went on:
ats not the blessed little angel
nccd be cryin' for inny longer. but it's
han as has cum after, rs meets me
tears. an' me vote. too. NIis:her Man.
dts the dear childher that l love
Wiz livery breath o my body wants to
see ediicated and made dacent men of,
asfm toilin' for now.
'Do ye think it's emmy darent mother
as wud see her Darn flesh an blood
keep al home for want O clo'es fit to be
sesn?
San it's not McLooney at all. at all.
"a means to pinch his wife an childher
Wid want It's all alarng o there bein'
no law agin tn sellin' o pizen drinks
that traps poor, dear McLooney-th'
driyilin' piece that he is!
Gle wor fine-lookin' gintleman
aeia' tn day we wor married as liver
ye'd wish 10 sec. His ewes was bright
rs stars. an he stud as straight rs an
arrer. an was that sthrong he cud aisy
efrn his three dollars day; but now its
meself must git tn breakfast in tn
nlarnin'. thin GIT me to tn washin all
day. an tn childher runnin' the
sthreets wild. an hayin' all I kin do
to cover thin dacint. an git morsel O.
find aein' thevsd efharya an the r;uf