The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1893-12-11


in witnessing the production of a first class
farce comedylin the hands of company of
good comedians.
SIS
On this particular afternoon little old
Irish woman wearing brogans dark colored
quilted skirt, a black shawl and black sun
bonnet, walked into the store Though she
seemed to be well up in years she was quite
sprghty on her feet and there was a mis-
chievous twinkle in her eye. She walked
past me and after casually glancing over the
other people in the store, she leaned back
wards against the counter and keeping time
by tapping the toe of one of her brogans
upon the floor commenced singing in an
undertone loud enough for one to catch the
words:
On stumpy field slope she is tied wild a rope,
This nanny Of whom l now tell;
She is busy all day stowin Crane grass away
Wild water that comes from the we'll.
CHORUS.
Nanny, nanny, nanny, sthaud aisy,
While l am mill,n you don't wink your eye.
Shure you're shal,in' your head now as if you
were crazy
Whist you, scushlsl I'll brush OF the flies
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was caught by the quaint melody, but
unfortunately allowed a smile to escape and,
noticing it with rather sharp look, the old
lady moved more towards the rear of the
| store and stopped before a pile of ginghams.
l followed and succeeded in getting closer to
the quaint old woman without arousing
suspicion and was rewarded II moment later
by hearing her sing as before, while turning
| over tn several pieces of goods:
Wild flowers blue, dandeions and dew,
AL go down the little red lane
70 make milk swate and clear, much better
nor Deer
On your nose it win leave no red stain.
CHORUS.
| Nanny, nanny, nanny, sthand aisy,
While l am nilldn you don't wink your eye,
shure your shakin your head now as If you
were crazy
Whist you, acushla I'll brush of the flies.
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By this time number of the customers
had been awaited upon and left the store 1t
was the turn Of the quaint character.
"What can l do for you, Mrs. -2" asked
the clerk, with a courtesy.
Shure, an l was thinl1in' of askin' what
it is worth to stand here an watch yer goods
for yer while yer away like this, was the
the first sally.
1 felt at first that the reply was a reflection
upon myself but dismissed the thought when
the woman allowed a short laugh to escape
and follow cd it with request of the clerk
for "a pound of butter.
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The object of my attention followed the
clerk to the rear ofthe store and kept within
hearing distance.
Its nice day, but very cold, said the
woman, sitting upon a stool at one of the
counters.
"Howly sailor Is it you Mrs. -"
at is"
Il see it is. And how is all the family ?"
"Good."
Good. God bless ye. Pm glad to hear it. "
"shure you have long way to travel to
town, Mrs, -"
"Jiminy johnson Oi don't think it fur Oi
kin walk from the house to church in wan
hour, but that's not win the wather is above
yer ankle and washin' in and out betwane
yer toes"
"shure, Mrs. -, yer howlding' yer age
well, thanks be to God, but this is terrible
weather fur yer to be s.trampin' about in the
slop."
can shure Oi don't moind it bit, as the
man said when he was hangin'."
At that moment the clerk handed the old
woman the butter she had asked for. As she
took the parcel she said to the clerk, "Shure
its a foine gintlemen and good scholar ye are
Ye kin put this in yer book wild the rest feI
it will never be lost. Yer as good in keeping
accounts as the best safe in the land. Now
Oi must hurry home or this butter will be
running out of the country. l forget to
bring bucket. Good day, Mrs. -, and
good bye to ye ALL" OBE.
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