Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-07-26
OVER THE IRONING

think You would call ii wreathing hair.
He had pieces - blue sky for eyes. Above
Lake Killarney It Is very blue--the sky
and the color OF the sky above Killarney Is
the color of his eyes.
One, twice. three times in two days he
came IL grew serious.
l sat on the edge of the table. Dinah was
ironing.
"Gawd knows dat young man luvs yo',
missy"
"If telling counts, I must know it. too,
Dinah."
Deed you mus" she says.
And the shadow of her turban ends wag-
gle In fantastic manner on the wall.
Hes shore purity man; deed he am.
honey"
"Yes, Dinah."
"Gawd knows can read people. Deed
kin, honey. Dat dere mans nigh but
crazy over yo'. An he shore am purity.
He's mighty purity. Looks good deal
like yo', honey
"Dinahp'
"Yes, be do. No mistake. Lawd knows
I thought he mighten be yo' brother.
Deed did. He shore am fitten to be eI
prince D'ink you'll marry him, missy'"
"No, Dinah."
For de Lor's sake, what am yo' thinkin
off Doan' yo' say no, an den go weepin
eroun yere. Doan' let me ketch yo' a-send-
In him off an den a-weepin fitten ter die.
amt got no patience wild sech stuff. Gawd
knows / amt, honey"
Hes mighty pretty as you say, Dinah,
but-he has nary penny in his pocket, and
| told him nay"
The nickel ceased to flash In the varie-
gated light, Dinah held the iron aloof the
board, and thu shadow Of the turban ends
stood still upon the wall behind the sink.
"Lor', honey, doan' you marry dat man;
er amt gwiDe ter git yo' nobow."
"Hes mighty pretty, Dinah.
"God knows dat amn't yere nor dar! His
amt eny right tinkin of gettin yo' an nary
penny in er pocket Gawd knows dat man
mus be clar crazy"
Dinah began to iron vigorously. The
shadow of the turban ends danced Vir-
ginia reel on the wall. The time was live
ly Dinah suddenly brought down the
iron with resounding slam, and leaning
her chin upon her hand and her elbow upon
the board looked into space with dreamy
expression that put this particular pose in
Mrs. James Brown Potter's Therese Ra-
quin TO shame.
The street lamp on the opposite corner
seemed torn with conflicting emotions and
threw itself hither and thither. The letter
box looked vivid.
wonder who that Is who practices on
the violin over there in the great, gloomy
house every night at this hour It sounds
mournful and assists the sentiment of Di-
nahs words. There Is a rosebush outside
the window covered with buds. They will
never bloom. The cold air, frost tipped,
struck them and killed them. The wind
wounded them and left them to die-and
went In.
The wind is libertine
Over my right shoulder the fire burns
brightly in the range. How quaint the
chimney place looksl Dinah's old hat
hangs on hook at the side of the door
going into the storeroom
The sound of the violin Is incisive-very.
Obi The window is down at the top
the strain sweeps through.
Some one ~ putting letter In the red
posthox.
"Dinah, do you never close the basement
shutters!"
Dinah still gazed Potterlike, into space.
"Doan' yo' ever marry him ef er amt got
emmy money. Yo'll feel sorry longs yo'
lib. Deed it am the truf, honey. Al. t'ink
of yo' pore mudder. She'd be weepin an
wcepin an weepin to tink she bawn a chile
to marry er pore man. Deed hits de truf
knows, kase am gone done dat ting my
se'f, an my mudder am a-weepin In Vir-
giny dis berry day. Doan' yo' listen at him,
honey. Doan' yo' do hit!''
Having delivered herself of this senti-
ment, Dinah came round, fastened the
blinds, and in doing so peered out into the
closing night.
"Dar he am, honey, dar he am, she cried
exoitedly. "Yo' am not to home, honey.
Guess knows. Stay right yere, honey. l
knows how ter fix him."
"Yes, Dinah, would not like to be the
cause of my mother weepingl don't mind
myself, but mammal
But Dinah was up stairs communing with
the persistent suitor
When she came down, she was radiant.
"Shure he amt gwiue ter trouble yo' no
more; him amt near 30 keen looking as I
thought. An one ting am sartin shore
fac'-he mus keep clar dis yere place"
And the shadows of her turban ends
tackled" across the white sea Of the wall.
Killarney colored eyes are all right, yes,
and he was handsome-but-wel well--I do not
want to make mamma weepl
] am grateful to Dinah.
Yes, am.
Yes, but, well-they have such yellow
cars on this line-when they go round the
corner by the red letter box the mingling
is--cosmopolitan.
Good night, Dinahl Bless you. He
hadn't penny In his pocketl'
How the ends of her turban dance on the
wall behind the sinki / can't see her face
shut that blind again, Dinah. 1t has
slipped open"
Climbing basement steps Is dark work.
IL must be gloomy in a mine
What polka some one is playing on the
piano up stairsl
What a nice wood halll What magnifi
cent appointmentsl
Home, Sweet Home"
Hurry, Mariel Bring out my new gown.
Now, gather the frosted rosebuds for my
hair. How gay 1t is to live. How beauti-
fulp'
His eyes were as blue as the skies above
Killarney.
could live on this fact till lunchtime.
Them Thenll Thenlll
"Dinahp'
How ones voice rings down basement
stepsl
Yep, missy"
"A silk handkerchief for n turban, d.
nah. Catch iti Oh, that's all right. You
earned IL. You proved yourself up to date,
Dinah. Modern progress in your race
pleases me. Oh, nothingl I'm talking to
myself. Helen Corinne Bergen in Detroit
Free Press.
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