Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-05-26
TRYING A MoTHERs LOVE.
Mrs. FIanncry was Sure That ''The Two
B'yes IL Aquil'' in Her Heart.

Mrs. FIannery was sure That ''The Tive
B'yes IL Aquil'' in Her Heart.
Mrs. Flannery is a very estirnable
and industrious washerwoman. a
widow, who keeps house for her two
grown sons in two neat rooms in a
basement. One son, Peter, is a hard
working young mason; the other,
Joey, is Jack f-all-trades and a
ae'er-do-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 b'yes is
ayquil in me heart, an iver will be. T"
Nevertheless, when the probability
Of war with Chill was being discussed
in family where she was attending
to the Mondays wash, Mrs. Flan-
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-
ion, in response to question from
he lady of the house.
"Ye see, ma'am. if there's war, my
Joey. he says he'll go. He come to
breakfast the ither morning. an he
uk up the paper-bad luck to tan
says he. What's thisT says he. Ar
iah, but I'm thinkin it's bit of a
war there's goin to ber
"'Jo-ayr says l, settin down the
taypot an lookin at him. Jo-ayr
says |, ye wouldn't be afther laveing
your poor old mother to go to no
war. Now would your says l.
IAN that's what l would says
ne. An it's foine I'd look in uni
form, as ye know An faith, an he
would that But couldn't bear to
think of him goin to fight haythens
IN savages, an so told him, with me
apron to me eye an a bit of tinder
sniffie like, for the bye has a soft
heart, an | thought best to begin
with him aisy.
"'Jo-ayr says l, don't ye go an
lave me alone with me gray hairs AN
me sorrer now-don't yer
Sure ye wouldn't be alone, moth
er, sthruck in Peter; an Peter, says
|, 'hould yer whisht; who's a-tallxin
TO you9 Jo-ayr says l.
"'I'll take care of you, mother, ,
says Peter; don't you fret. An its
foine sodger Joey'n make. An
maybe he'll come back an officer.
sure, wish it was me was goin
Go along wild ye, thin, says l.
It's beautiful ye'd be lookin in
sthriped trousies an a sodger cap,
amt it now9 Jo-ay' says l, will ye
stay at home fer your old mother, or
will ye break her heart entirelyT
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 if
iver bye was, an it's him will stay
at home when he might go for a
word if he wanted. An there's Joey
has black eye every month and al
ways in trouble. an it's him must run
loose among powder an bullets an
be kilt as matther av course. Ar
rah, well, I've done my part; I've
told 'em what / think.
" Peter, says l, 'ye're a bye of
Judgment, an if ye want to go an be
shot ye may go, and it's not your
mother will object, for you've always
deserved well of her. But joey
says l, 'ye will stay with me, so ye
will, me darlin, for I'd die widout
ye.
AN Peter an Joey they look at
each other an they laugh an they
laugh. An | says, 'Aint ye ashamed,
ye heartless b'yes. to mock me in me
throubleT
IAN Joey, he says, Don't ye cry,
mother, don't vel I'll stay-if there
aint any war;
IAN l shook me fist at the laughin
rascal, an says l, 'Jo-ayr"-Youth's
Companion.