Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1889-05-24
mickey fIHN'S CANARIES.

rhere were striking Indications in
d h landscape Of Cooncy Island that
Spring had come. The fields were
beginning TO blush with a greeuish
tinge of color. and the brooks were
~ ollen with melted snow. Mickey
Firms goat was glad. Mrs Finnegan's
,oslins showed signs of qualification.
snd the humble human dwellers in
the locality stond in their back, doors
and looked of toward The south, AS il
waiting for the advent Of smiling May.
A gentle rain was falling upon the di-
,spi,lstcd rouf of Michael Firms cabin.
and his wife placed wooden pail in
position in The kitchen To catch the
drip. drip which had been making its
way thro,pgis tne roof for tile past two
I 1nslfs Thca she proceeded to put
NRe ''prafies IN The sK,iict. fesas to
place on the fire. The cabbage had
to be cut up. too. and rs Mrs. Finn
busted herself with the task she re-
marked:
oh. my; oil. my; isn't itawful raine
| dunno will it ever stop, Shure my
Mickey'l bc dhrowned Though an
through. an sorra dhry stitch have | I
put an him when ho comes home from
school,,
Ii occurred To the good woman that
she might lind something dry for her
boy To wear in the old trunk which her
husband had bruug"t from Ireland and
which lay in the only otter room
which the cabin afforded. and thither
Mrs. Finn made her way. Micke, .
old grey goat, finding the good wo-
man absent from the kitchen, quietly
entered and RECALLED himself on the
head of cabbage which Mrs. Finn had
cut up short time before to put in
the pot along with the bacon for sup
per. Breaking upon the goats repast
with Il slovc-liftcr in her hand. Mrs.
Finn exclaimed:
..Oh. We thafc's breed, We, Ie dirty,
greedy divvle. declare / me good
ness ye'd stale III holes out iv flute.
Bad sess I til bit will ye get this
noignt for the thrick.
The goat retired very slow.s, but
when his horns had been turned away
from her Mrs. Finn materially assisted
his progress with shove. As she was
about TO close the door Mrs. Finn saw
Mickey coming through the rain.
With uplifted hands and with an ex-
preston of horror on her face. Mrs.
Finn said:
Och. Mickey. Mickey. why did We
sthav out in that wet rain? Shure
we're soaked To tn skim. an veil catch
ye're death o cowld.
While being relieved of his wet
clothing and robed in his fathers
trousers aud vest. which gave him the
baggy appearance of II scarecrow. little
Mike told his mother that on his way
home from school he had gone to
Peter Dulan's house to see the canar-
les.
'Bst, in the name of Finn McCool,
why didn't We wait till some suushiny
day asked Mrs. Finn.
Mother. dear, oh. mother, if ye only
seen thin wanst ye'd go I see thin
again. rain or shine. SO ye would;
they're that purity. Two o the pretti-
est little yalIa birds that liver ate grass
seed! Pether has thin in big cage
on TIL wall. so he has, an We has t get
on a laddher t see thin. An mother,
dear. shurc they has four weeny weeshy
little burds, all covered wild soft, yalla
wool. an they cheep an cherrup at tn
Ould father an mother for all III world
just like little babies. An tn ould
mother bird does be feedin' thin little
bits o what she do be attn herser.
An tn oul father looked ut me as much
as t say that | darn 20 near thin.
Faix, mother. Ed like I have wan O
thin little burds, but | can't earn any
more money wild my scroll saw because
it's bruk. Pe,her put me up on tn
laddher t look at thin. an when
was up tn divvle says t me: Mickey.
ply don't you sthale wan o Thin little
yalla burds? An dye know. mother.
that me fingers was itchin' t git hold
O. wan o thin. But says me little
prayer an tn divvle went AVA. 80 he
did. Mother, dear. would ye buy me
wan o thin little birds?'
.Arrah, darlint, ashore, l cant buy
We wan now. but wait till we sell tn
chickens, an I'll thry thin"
When little Mike drew near to the
stove and huddled down close to the
CRATE trying to get warm, and after
ward he could eat no supper, his moth.
Ell knew that something was wrong.
Placing her hand upon the boys shoul-
der, she said:
..Asthore. macrec, what ails yep
"Mother, dear" little Mike answer
ed, "Pm very cowld, an me heads
akin'-but the little yalla burds. moth.
er! If Ye only seen thin! Dear. dear,
y