The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1893-12-16
POVERTY ~PENNYCOOK

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but let onything happen tac him an
he'd be gey sa!r missed"
''Oh. aye, Betty: it's a gey puir
body that's no missed. The clachan
Owerbye Ia IA blen the same sim puir
daft Marget wis ta'cn ava; but it's a
lang time till the dell dee at the
3 dyke side, an I'm thinkin' that DR..
~Pennycook is no gaun that way vet"
But he's unco seek, Jean, an they
tell me that Master Wallace, the
lawyer, wis in maxim cot his wull
last nicht; but dinna tell onybody |
let We ken, for they can carry a tale
that Gamma carry a burden, an it
MIGHT get ne intae a end O.
trouble"
His wull:"
aye"
'Does Poverty Pennycook haze a
wull?"
Aye, an some folks IL open wide
their cen when Poverty Pennycook's
wall sees the LIGHT O day."
Am dae We think h"Il leave ony-
thing tae that thinner o dochter o
his?"
"Weel, it's no for me tae be sayin'
for my words haze WEIGHT on thatsuO-
ject. seem as my dochter is servant
in Master Wallace's hose aud kens
maist o the private affairs O. the
family. Oh, aye"
This latter remark was brought
out by a surprised look on the face Of
Mrs. Jean.
'Oh, aye, shes a smart lassie is
my Belle. hens a thing or twa an,
al keep her mooth shut an her
cen open. But as | said before an
can say again without lettin' out ouy
secrets. the dochter'll leave ONE
thing IhatIl surprise folks, Jean"
"Wecl, it's aye been a custom o
mine niver tae say Ill O the dead.
on I'd better say moo that Poverty
ahint him but q BLIGHT an a curse,
an I'm thinkin' he'll no break the
record even for death itsel'. BETTY"
AYE"
"Dac We think they'll gi'c him dae-
cent buriel?"
.'Lod alane kens, Jean. Whey"
"Wcel. we min that his brither's
funeral wasna ever respectable.
Sandy cam lame that day, an a gey
angry man he was. What's wrang,
Sandy, Said |. 'Wrang,' said he.
'Weel may We say what's wrang. /
nivver was sac insulted in my life.
lnvitin' folk tae a funeral an they
didna haze a drap O whusky in the
hose"
''Weel, it wasna that way at his
fathers funeral. for his mither had
the management o that, an naebOdy
could say that Mrs I~ennycook was
near begaun. My mither has often
said it wis the finest funeral ever
held in the parish O Bridlemains. Ye
ken the big dinin'-room at Beath
Hose: Weel, they had iva tables
that ran the length O that. An
they had two kinds o whusky an
fower kinds O wine, an bcefsteak
pies, an short hr, aG, an kurren loaf
an guild kens a what"
That wis something like it. It's
ABBOTT the last honor yc can pay the
dead. But here ONE the minister,
the doctor maun be waur."
Betty pushed back her stray locks
and Strengthened her white apron.
''Guid e'enin' tae ye, Master Will
son."
Good evening, Mrs Duncan, and
good evening to YOU, Mrs. Pyc. /
suppose vcu have heard OF the illness
OF our good friend, the DOCTOR"
AYE haze we, an we were jist
lamentin' it " spake Mrs. Jean. "a
quiet, inoffensive man has been the
doctor. ! was jist tellin' Mrs. Pye as
We cam along, Master Wilson, that
the doctor left 10y an sunshine
where're he went"
Yes" said the preacher, with a
drawl and the remembrance OF many
a hard.earned shilling that the willy
doctor had squeezed out OF him: ''yes,
Joy and sunshine. Well. good even
ing again good people, ANA the min
lister passed on and into the house
where the doctor lay diving.
III.
ut maun lie twa an sixty year sim
the doctor cam tae the parish, for he
cam here the year o the cholera"
II was Jean who spoke. She had
seated herself with Betty on the rus
tic bench in front OF her cottage aud
her eyes wandered across the village
common where the fishermen and
miners were PLAYING quoits, out Z
the western coast line where the last
RAYS OF the August sun turned the
crests OF the ocean pillows into caps
OF gold.
iva and sixty years an what
pleasure has he haen. Hes denied
himsel' the ordinary things o. life an
guild kens for what For the last
twenty year he's nivver glen a penny
tao the kirk. He's nivver come In
till the service wis begun an the con
tribution plate was ta'en ava an