The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-11-23
MRS. M'LOONEY'S VIEWS,

An WIS 1t cOnSarnln' meSet We WIS a
wunthrin' cud l tell the rason why I'd
like to be takin' meself to tn polls'
faith. an kin tell We that, too!'
The assessor, on his rounds, had
questioned the sad-eyed woman, think
ing to make the comedy face brighten
with smile, but she took him up with
a 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 anil kin, Misther-Misther
Man, and it's yerself IL say as me rasons
are sound like.
''lf the wimmens wus give tn right
to 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 rs 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
McLOoney goes out to his work wi
good hot male Until him. tn best l can
schrape togither an cook, an says TO
him ev'ry day. says l, Now. McLooney.
me by. yen bring tn wages to yer Darn
Biddy tn night shure. won't ye now?
An himself IL promise to do JUS as l
ax 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' a leetle dhrink. ans it's off goes
all thoughts O. meself an tn hungry
childher, an how Tim wants shoes to his
fate, an Patsy has niver decent jacket
to his leetle back. an it's Until tn s'loon
goes McLOoney an it's niver bit o.
tn days wages goes Until me own
parket or inside O tn hungry childher's
mouths, an isn't it meself wud like to
vote to prevent all that Misty if l cud.
will you AK me that. Misther Man!
81 mind me sum ghreat grudges I've
got agin tn dhrink an thin as sells it,
that's loike to go wi me to me grave,
faith an they are thin!
Twill ye AK me bout tn time as me
little Mike TUX sick, an not man in
tn alley as wus sober huff to lend me
helpin' han, an meself crazy wild tn
look O. tn chile.
ut 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
sowl wus there to help. an me swate |
by dyin' wild tn spasms.
''Well, l had his little fate in hot wa
Their, an a rag o. cowld wather on his |
head. when in reeled McLooney. an
oh! McLooney, McLooney.' cried. go |
straight for the docther, do yees see |
how fast dear little Mike il fadin' away |
an lawn us, an what will his poor
mother do wid'out him?'
AN what did poor tipsy McLooney |
doth haste!
'tJes' look at tn chile an throw i'm
self on to tn bed an to Shape he whit,
an l cud no moro rouse him than l cud |
rouse tn dead. An Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
me poor baby died an cryin' him for
tn love O. Heaven not to lave me-"
Biddy's apron went over her head,
and her form swayed in speechless grief
fora moment while the assessor could
only look his sympathy. Pretty soon
she recovered herself and went on:
''lt's 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.
Its the dear childher that love
wild livery breath O. my body wants to !
see dedicated and made dacent men of,
as I'm toilin' for now.
do We think it's emmy dacent mother
as wud see her Darn flesh an blood
KEEP at home for want o clO'es fit to be
seen?
AN it's not McLooney at all, at all.
as means to pinch his wife an childher
wild want. It's all alarng O. there bein'
no law agin tn sellin' O. pizen drinks
that traps poor, dear McLooney-th'
drivilin' piece that he is!
He wor a fine-loOkin' gintleman
agin' tn day We wor married as liver
ye'd wish to sea His eyes was bright
as stars, an he stud as straight as an
arrer. an was that sthrong he cud aisy
airn his three dollars day; but now its
meself must git tn breakfast in tn
thin git me to tn washin all
day, an tn childher runnin' the
sthreets wild. an havin' all kin do
to cover thin dacint. an git a morsel o.
food agin' they'd stharve. an the rint
gittin' forenist O. me, an himself
an dhrinkin' whenever he
gifts STRAY job an a bit O. pay, that's
poor McLooney-th' miserable cray
thur!
AN what wud me votin' hev to do
wild all this, will We ask me that. Mis-
Their Man? Faith, an it's Biddy Nc
Looney will tell yees that, too.
Its livery mother of us that can
sphake that wud niver rist day nor
night until she'd voted any ticket that
could be made tn strongest agin' tn
s'loons an thin as kapes thin!
Wed jes' like to form a procession.
we wud thin; an march through tn
town, and bust into livery place where