The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1892-03-27
PAT AND BRIDGET.
EVA a. SCHUBERT.
How an Irish Priest Did the Counting as
We'll as the Marrying.

How an Irish Priest Did the Counting an
Well as the Marrying.
81 have been thinking, Pat, that you
ought to get married"
as it married your reverence says?
Sure, where would see girl to speak
to while / am looking after the sheep
all my time?"
"1f that's all the difficulty in your
way, think can find a wife for you.
There's Biddy Flanagan, in service
with Mrs. Dash, as nice and modest q
girl as ever you laid eyes on; slip away
down and see her and tell her l sent
you"
Wouldn't next wool season be time
enough, your riverence?"
wool season, indeed! Do you know
what you are talking about, Pat? Is it
a girl like Biddy Flanagan that YOU
will leave till next wool season! Why.
man alive! she is just as like to be
snapped up from under your very nose
while you're lettering down the street
to see her"
maybe your reverence knows BEST"
is the rejoinder, and away goes my
brave Pat to mako the acquaintance of
Miss Biddy.
When he gets to Mrs. Dash's door his
perplexities begin, and the hesitating
knock with which he announces his ar
rival indicates pretty fairly the condi-
ton of his mind.
The door is opened to him by a girl
whose looks and bearing fully justify
the clerical encomium passed upon her.
The bashful wooer gives an approving
glance, but his words don't keep pace
with his admiration, and it is some lit
tie time before he gets out what he has to
say. Biddy does not hurry him, but waits
his pleasure patiently. Most likely she
has heard before of visits of the kind
paid to other girls, and she is all atten-
ton. At last Pat finds his speech and
uses it in this wise:
care you Biddy Flanagan"
"Ycs," is the reply.
Then" says the enamored swain,
going bravely to the heart of the mat
ter at once, Il am Pat Mulligan from
one side of Chivilcoy, and Father Fahey
sent me down to marry YOU"
"Get away with you! Aren't you
ashamed of yourself, that take from
the look of you to be an honest boy,
N0nAAbS hCAO W iiiLhC d. lOOl Vi Il pOOr
girl that has plenty to do without think
ing of marrying?"
That is what Biddy says to him; but
| she does not shut the door in his face,
nor does he go away, and, after long
chat, somehow or other they arrive Mt
an understanding. The result is that
Biddy, with considerably heightened
color in her comely cheeks, seeks an
interview with her mistress, whom she
informs, with much hesitation and cir
cumlocution, that there's been boy
speaking to her." The mistress, how
ever, not being Irish born, is somewhat
puzzled by the expression, and Biddy
has to explain moro fully her meaning,
! to the effect that she wants to be al
lowed to go and see the priest with the
said boy. Her mistress objections to
the shortness of the notice are soon
overcome by Biddy's tears and good
looks. and off the bride-elcct trips light
ly, and soon afterwards returns to fetch
away her things, for she is now Mrs.
Pat Mulligan.-Irish Times.
The Guttenburg Winner.
Hos not tho best horse In the race;
He has but little fame;
You haven't backed him, cen for place
But he gets there Just the same.
Puck
Regularly Employed.
His Honor Ito vagrant)-What is your
business?
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