The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1893-09-22

Copyrighted 1893, by J. b. Lippincott Company,
and published by special arrangement with
them.1
CHAPTER II.-Continued.
''You don't like me no moref she ex-
claimed, her eyes flashing. ''Since two
years you never call menomore intend
never say you want me-never, never say
nothing! don't care, me. If you want,
I'll marry oil Pietro Socola. Anyhow
he loves me, speak with me kind an talk
with my NAV an my paw TO- me. An
you you say nothingl Anybody csn
come, say love words an get me-you
don't care!- It's all right. Me, I don't
care neither only TO what you took me
when was little an know no better an
speak love words with me-say [ am fo'
you-fool me like that-an now-now
when I am mo- bigger an know better,
now when know to love, you turn your
backI Like to see me marry some strange
man! My God, if I thought some bad
man do like that to my ill sister here,
me, I'd throw 'er right now out the win
dow! Better so than like meme to love
always one, to think only fo' one since
am like this baby, an you pet me, make
like you love me, buy me every pretty
fo' you, call me always your intend
before my NAV an my paw an everybody
call me so-an never in all my life speak
no cross word with me, an now, when I
am only fo' you, an you know it, you
hate mem
''Whisti Sh-h-hl' Pat fairly Missed,
raising his arm wildly. ''Hush. ma
vourneen! Ye're shpakin blasphemy.
Hush-h-hl Fo' the love o God, say no
morer'
For moment he was silent. Then,
raising hands and face heavenward, he
said reverently:
"Holy Mary, mother av God, an all
the saints an angels, pass out in full
dthress parade this day an witness this
mericle in the little shanty on S'nt An
dthrew street,
A sob stopped his throat for mo-
ment, but presently, in voice pitifully
weak and low, he saidi
Gan did ye think yer ould Woona
turned ag'in' We me purrty-he that was
kssip the sole av yer dirty shoe this
minute? Sure l love ye betther norI
love me mother that's in heaven, an God
knows I'm not takin 'er down peg from
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do be sayin ut. All honor to 'er name,
though she's left me couple O. shpank-
ms short in me ginteel educationl Sure
twas the love in me heart that sint me
on retrate from ye, colleen Dawn. For
two yeers yer name thrimbled on me
lips, an yet feared to own the truth, an
since knowed ut for fact sure I was
Altered to show me face lest the whole
story'd lake out through the pores O. me
skin if kept me lips shut an ye'd hate
me for dizzy ould fool. An now fale
Il fale-my God, do fale like a pig in
a puddle when somebody t'rown i'm a
boolay. Sure he ate itupI Fo' the love
o God, gil me the baby to how'd. Lottie,
afore do take ye for bookayP
Reaching forward, he actually took
the sleeping child from her arms.
''Sure I'll how'd 'er for ballast, to kaye
me from risin into the air till I do talk
wud ye sinsiblei I'm that delerious I'm
like q drunken man wud the William
o. Thrimities An did ye think loved
ye since ye were like this to fool We? Oh,
but must talk wud We like major to-
night, Lottie." He hesitated, and when
he spoke again his voice was touchingly
tender.
"Ye're but a child, darlint. niver
thrilled wud ye in me life, an won't
thrife wud ye now. Sure an if tuck
all ye're sayin to me tonight and held We
to ut all I'd made 'ud be pitchfork an a
tail for me rigimintals, but I'm not look
In fo' that line o. promotionI IF was
half or quarter fit for ye, I'd thrY to
qualify the remainder, but wud three
quarters O. unftness an the ither quar-
ter beyant redemption in a jar O alcohol
sure I'd be dog to thry for ye,"
''You don't WANT
Her eyes flashed again.
''Sh-h-hl Ny God, do want, I tellye,
an from this night for'ard, till he comes
that We like betther nor me, ye're mine,
promised an pledged over the head o.
this slapin image o. yerself when first ye
thricked me ould hearth I'm bound to ye,
reminder, Lottie mavourneen, be meown
will, to love ye, to helpye, to fight for ye,
to die for We, the day me grave'll be safe
bridge over yer thrublesl But ye must
be free yet, me purity little innocent
free till we've listened to love at its best.
The ould man Socola can't giveye sam
pie o. the genuine article through his
empty gums. Sure it's stale an warmed
over in a cracked oven an all out O. shape
afore ye do get it from him. Let purity
young lips tell the story an purity young
eyes thry to hide ut from ye in vain. Let
one sing ut in rhyme an anither clinch
SIS fists an swear ut to ye, an then come
an tell yer ould Woona all about ut. Ye
see, ye can't fully undtherstand till ye've
had the best lessons in the language, no
more nor cd polly fronsay wud a
Frinchman. Take yer own time, me dar-
lint, an reminder WHATEVER comes I'm
yer intindedl I'n say ut, if me ears grow
six inches to the minute. to designate me
ass-i6cationD Wull We thrust me now
an do what say an kape nothin from
meg'
.sYas, but I don't want no French les
sons"
.'Aha, but sure insist upon utE" he
replied, laughing heartily at the uncon-
scious humor of her naive reply.
ssSure an I've walked the baby wud me
thrumpet's voice.. Take 'er, daElint, er