The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-09-27
Tim sat down on ! cold doorstep and

Tim sat down On q cold doorstep and
reflected.
Take her o dhirty, painted, twopenny
piece OF paper with q red lead heart on
it'll Bedad an begorra an ! won'ti I'll
do bettey than that, or my names not
Tim Brennan. Mats a decent bhoy an
a dhiyil Of a poet, but widdies is prac.
teal. 1t takes the likes of me to under
stand the likes of them.
Within 10 minutes after this soliloquy
he was seated in Mrs. Moloney's dis
ordered and unventilated room.
There it is, Mrs. Moloney, dear, an
it must go to the heart of yez to rade
the hidden m'aning," said he as he
pointed to a large, healthy looking pigs
fry ON the table and a bottle Of whisky
which was standing beside 1t. He had
suppressed the paper missive as poor,
artificial and inexpensive, and out Of his
devoted friendship and slender purse
had bought the pluck and the spirits
which he presented in Mats name.
ITS an emblim, honey" continued
he. Here's his heart, in a of
spanking, at your fate-on your dish, /
name. The liver shows that he can't
live without yez; the lights, that you're
the light of his eyes, an that he longs
for yez with every breath, an the flare,
that there'M DO all the fat In the fire an
the very dhivil TO pay If we're unkind
to him an refuse him. It's an imblim,
my dear-a delicate poetical imblim.
bedadl'
Its beautiful said Mrs. Moloney,
profoundly touched, as she uncorked the
bottle and filled up two large port
glasses. Then she added: AN I'll cook
il. Tell him to come tonight ar help
ate it. An come you, too, Tim, and
Misthriss Brennan" =,
So it was all understood.
Tim had, like most of his eountrymen,
the feelings OF a gentleman and the tact
of o courtier. That was why he and his
wife arrived designedly late. having
sent q message that supper was not to
wait.
Had they come sooner a slight incl
dent might have been avoided, though
possibly it all happened for the best.
For, leaving the tete-a-tete meal and
the conversations to be imagined by the
reader, the crumpled rose leaf arose I'm
this way. Mat had lit his pipe and had
asked the widow how she liked the card
and the verses.
She laughed and replied that she
didn't know about the verses, except
those he had been talking for the last
hour; but, a for the card, he ought to
know, for he had eaten the half Of it.
Upon this, Mat had jumped off his
chair and exclaimed: "Then it's a dead
man I am, an it's a wake I'll be afther
| attending, an not a weddingl / thought
there was a quare taste about that piece
of frizzled fat.
What does the crature be NAMING at
ALP cried she in surprise.
"It's poisoned I am. That heart was
all over red lead" said he, falling back
into his seat.
Poisoned, you black hearted vii
lain?'' screamed Mrs. Moloney. Then
take thatl'' and she broke q jug on his
head.
1t was at this point that the Brennans
arrived. Tim promptly knocked Mat
down, and then he naturally became
curious to know what the ambiguity
was about.
Hes poisoned met' said she be.
tween a shrek and a sob.
Tim seized Mat and threw him on an
incomplete but unmatched dinner serv.
ice, part of Mrs. Moloney' . stock, which
stood in a corner on the floor.
The widow, hearing the crash, smash
ed a chair on Tins back, whereupor
Mrs. Brennan took her by the hair, afG
the two women fell into some miscel
laneous lots i'm another corner. Then thu
neighbors came in and took indiscrimi
nate sides, and matters generally hum
med for a short time.
Eventually Tim got an inkling of thu
difficulty, told them to be quiet ant
narrated all the circumstances, to The
great relief, JOY and amusement OF al
the parties
A pailful of water and a yard or TIVE
of sticking plaster, with o few pins fol
the women, quickly set things smooth
and smiling. Mrs. Moloney made then
all welcome, and o o liberal supplies
of whisky, porter and tobacco weref for
INFLATED. Additional candles were lit
illuminating titfully the front shop
whose contents seemed the embodimen
Of the confused thoughts of the guest
tables stacked with their legs in TIL
air, cane chairs hanging ON the walls
blank gaseliers suspended from the CELL
ing, while q lighted lamp stood on tn
floor to prevent stumbling into the bust
ness portion of the establishment, an,
all went merrily. Mrs. Moloney for on
brief ~ecstatic moment sat ON Mats knee
but they were severally picked up an
revived, though the chair was pulver
lied, and Mat sang the "varses' whicl
Tim had produced from his pocket alon
with the card.
Tim had applauded, wept and gone T
sleep i'm the middle of the song, but th
approval which greeted its conclusion
composed as il was of shouts, shrieks
knockings, tears and q free fight in th
southeastern corner. effectually wok
him.
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