The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-05-09
TRYING 4 MOTHERS LOVE.


B,y.s IL Aqrfi~ In Her Heart
Mrs. FIannery is a very essilnabie
and industrious washerwoman, .
widow, who keeps house for her two
grown sons in two neat rooms in q
basement. One son, Peter, Is hard
working young mason; the other,
Joey, is Jack-of-all-trades and q
ne'erdo-weel, but is popularity sup
posed to be his mothers favorite.
This supposition Mrs. Flannery indig-
nantly resents. Il wouldn't be that
mean, she says. THE two byes is
ayquil in me heart, an liver viii be.
Nevertheless, when the probability
of war with Chill was being discussed
in family where she was attending
to the Mondays wash, Mrs. Elan
merry was observed to be listening with
degree Of attention which implied
some personal interest in the out
come; and this is her own explana.
ton, in response to a question from
the lady Of the house.
.sYe see, ma'am, if there's war, my
Joey, he says he'll go. He come to
breakfast the ither morning, an be
TUX up the paper bad luck to it-an
says he, What's thisT says he. Ar.
rah, but I'm thinkin it's q bit of q
war there's goin to ber
.Jo-ayl' says /, settin down the
taypot an lookin at him. sJo-ay |
says /. we wouldn't be afther laveinp
your poor old mother to go to nc
war. Now would your says /.
An that's what / would, says
he. An it's foine I'd look in a uni
form. as We know An faith, an he
would that. But / couldn't bear to
think of him goin to fight haythens
an savages, an 50 | told him, withme
apron to me eye an a bit of a finder
sniffle like, for the bye has a soft
heart, an ] thought best to begin
with him aisy.
Jo-ayr says /, don't We go an
lave me alone with me gray hairs an
me sorrer now-don't yer
Sure We wouldn't be alone, moth
er, 'ssthruck in Peter; an Peter, says
], 'hould yer whisht; who's artalkir
to youa Jo-ayr says |.
IN take care of you, mother,
says Peter; don't you fret. An It'll
a foine sodger Joey'll make. Ar
maybe he'll come back an officer
Sure, wish it was me was goinr
" Go along wild We, thin, says 1
It's beautiful yed be lookin in
sthriped trousies an a sodger cap,
amt it now9 Jo-ayp says !, will We
stay at home fer your old mother, OF
will ye break her heart entirely2
But Joey he laughs an he laughs.
an he says he'll go; an that's just the
bad luck o. the Flannerys. There's
Peter as steady as the Rock Of Cashel
an safe to be trusted with a gun il
liver bye was, an it's him win stay
at home when he might go for {
word if he wanted. An there's joey
has a black eye every month and al
ways in trouble, an it's him must run
loose among powder an bullets al
be kilt as matther av course. Ar
rah, well, I've done my part; Nv,
told 'em what I think.
Peter, says /, we're a bye O
Judgment, an if ye want to go an b
shot We may go, and it's not you
mother win object, for you've Away
deserved well of her. But Joey,
says ], we will stay with me, so "
will, me darlin, for I'd die widout
We.
AN Peter an Joey they look al
each other an they laugh an they
laugh. An says, Amt We ashamed
We heartless byes, to mock me in me
throubleg
AN Joey, he says, Don't We cry,
mother, don't vel I'll stay-if there
amt any war;
AN I shook me fist at the laughin
rascal, an says /, 'Jo-ayr - Youths
Companion.