The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1893-09-15

[eopyrightsd 1893, by J. B. LiPpincott Company,
and published by special arrangement with
them.1
CHAPTER IL Continued.
For three days he felt constrained to
put off It'll tomorrow" his going down
stairs. While he could not treat with
this delicate thing without publications
of himself and surroundings it was yet
only something to be surely overcome.
A few days Punishment and fasting
would restore him to himself. The fast
ing, it is true, he practiced only because
he could not eat, and the Punishment on
a similar principle, yet he counted on
this discipline, with time and resolution,
to quell passion which could bring him
only ignominy and to the girl, should
she suspect it, but embarrassment and
arrangement from her best friend. But
she should never know it.
In a few weeks at furthest Socola
would press his suit, for was there not
every reason to expect haste? He was
old (old men are always in hurry, a
widower (vho ever knew a widower to
daily with proposal?), and he came from
Sicily, from Palermo, that warm cline OF
impatient love and ardent adorers.
In few weeks Carlotta might have
need of friend. Socola was rich. The
Di Carlos one weakness. in Pats eyes,
was love of money The signora had
laughed when the old man tried to kiss
Carlotta. 1t was a bad omen. She would
favor his suit.
1t was on the morning of the fourth
day that little Pasquale reappeared at
the head Of the stairs, bearing this time
in his hands q half worn shoe.
''Back wud ye nOw!' exclaimed Pat,
anticipating the application.
i'Who's a-talkin bout orders? drawled
the pert boy, "Give fellow time to talk,
won't you? My NAV sez, she SEE Clot-
ta's feet's on de groun, an somebody hat
to sew 'er SHOE"
The old shoe, torn and muddy, which
the boy laid in Pats hand, bearing the
unmistakable impress of the physical
vigor and indiscriminating step of
growing girl, was neither small nor
shapely, but Pats hand trembled visib1y
as he touched it, and he felt so queer that
he was frightened. He seemed to see
Carlotta standing in the flesh before him,
can my NAV SEE, she seq if you'll sew
it righd away, cause C'lotta amt got no
more shoes, AM
shoe built around the patch I'll put on
it, an-of wud We now"
AS the boy disappeared Pat turned the
shoe about in his hands slowly, and per-
ceiving the trembling of his fingers ex-
claimed:
"The divil's grandmother! Sure an I
wouldn't know mesilf from a shakin
Quaker or quakin Shaker, I'm that rat
tledl But I'll kiss the fut av 'er ony-
how!' And he laid the old shoe against
his lips with caressing movement.
It needed many stitches, and Pat was
still at work upon it an hour later when
he heard the signora trudging up the
stairs,
"Heno, Meester Pad ',n-a come talk
weeth-a you" she began while still in
visible. ''God-a so much-a troub' hat
to spik weeth-a YOU" And as she finally
reached the landing she exclaimed, look
ing about her: Name o God! Well, [
swea'! Pasquale ees-a tell me you was-a
pud on-a plenny style up here" Cross
ing, she dropped into a seat at Pats side,
putting the baby which she carried upon
the floor before her.
sFo' God sague! Never was-a see you
so fine-a biffo. B'lief you goin ged-a
marry, Meester Pad"
'tArrah, thin, I mays well confess.
Carlotta an mes plannin to shtep over
to Stint Alphonse's some fine mornin an
run across to Algiers for a weddin tower
an back again be the Magazine market
FIR bridal breakfasht. Sure an we're
only tarryin for me mother-in-law's per-
mission"
This bravado helped him immensely.
He had said the same thing substantially
q hundred times before, but not for
long time. Instead of laughing, as of
yore, however, the signora grew serious.
''Dthaz-a just-a fo' wad Una gonna
talk weeth-a you, Meester Pad. Ola
coze know you CODA nobody fun-a nor
then; you hat to mague lila fin some
time; bud know sometheen? YounS -
hgue-a C'lotta ees-a CODA no seHz-
C'Iotta b'lief thad. She thing you eez--
low weeth-a her"
San who SEE she dees."
ST ANA sho'-sho' she b'lief thad.
can who SEE she doess" he repeated,
with keen vehemence.
Nobody, only 'erselve ees-a say ii.
s'An who did she say ut to? She n;ver
said it, ma'amF'
s.AIy God, you thiug-l me I'm a har2
Clotta SEE to me, SEE I don'-a Iowa nc
man bud-a just-a Woona. Wadyou Gala
thads7
sBegorra, an suppose she loves her
father betther yet. Who the diyil shud
she like betther nor me, she that's afther
cutt'n Ter eye teeth on me thumb nailss'
sofa coze dthaz-a thrue, bud-a you
don un'erstan. Meester Pad. Coda 50