Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-05-05

smokel there's Mary Ellen Clancy,
Let's go 'roun' an tel 'er ole woman
You see the Spare Ribs knew Mrs.
Clancy; so did the Soup Greens. for the
matter OF that. They knew II they
pushed the Clancy button. Mrs. Clancy
would do the rest.
II was waltz. Now II there's any
thing that hits these fellows it's n
waltz. To their credit they love music.
why, the Mixed-Ale sisters can't sing
song Mt Tony Pastors that these
BOYS can't whistle, though they never
heard II before.
Bending TO the dreamy strain. they
swayed as gently as the corn to the
summer breeze. There was one bar,
,hough-you might call It the Stocking
pur-every time Il was reached the
girls would give their skirts an extra
Swish and--well. take II all In all,
mere We're as many striped IA plain.
On, home was a fool to thisl For to-
night, at least, they would live. out OF
their narrow lives they would snatch
something from the daily grind.
VIII ye let me up2'
Round and round they swept, In per-
feet harmony. They were happy, these
lads and lassles, pleased with them
selves and all the world.
For the last time, will ye let me
Soft eyes looked love To eyes that
spake again, and all went merry MS u
marriage bell.
Let me up. or I'll brain We"
The SOFT, sweet notes OF the must
clans cunning fioated over the dancers
heads. 10 fall like boncdloton on
their hearts-on all but Mary Ellen's.
She had never been out 80 late, and
she knew
AS God is my judge, I'll tear the
house down"
She knew, say that
Takc OF YOUR hands, Delaney"
Never mind, Mary Ellen. "Slohsy"
never looked so well as he does tonight.
Why th'el don't you let the woman
Il want me daughter"
"Gawd's sake, Mary Ellen. it's your
mother" II was The Spare Ribs had
pushed her into the hallway. with her
dress to her knees, ana eager for the
fray Mrs. Clancy bounded up the
stairs.
Now Brady held the pass.
Come home out o. this. Mary Elem
In voice like Maggie Clne's. But the
girl, like startled fnwn, stood shiv-
ering In tho ladies' room.
Come home out % this"
Der Kid aln't here, see7' This
from Brady.
You're a liarl" Mrs. Clancy never
spoke Gaelic, IT'S the likes of you
that should be at home looking after
your wife and children. A man that
hasn't done a tap OF work since Tom
Brennan left the department"
wat te ell" says Brady "ain't me
wife workln'2 Wat do youso 'tinlS l
ann jew Go onW
you're nayther Jew nor Christian,
Brady, you're bum. Gilt out wild vol
WIN We give me me Mary ELEM God
In Heaven, I'll raise the roof, VIII We
let her come out. l sny2' Ia voice
that shook the chandelier.
No" Intended for tho Spare Ribs,
as for Mrs Clancy. NO" donantly,
and from every throat In the door
way, Notion your-life, Mrs Clancy"
Then, be the Holy Mother. IN take
her out" and-woll. the hail that night
was dark at II O'Clock, That wnn lust
two weeks ago. but Brady hnsn't left
his bed yet. OF course, Mrs. Clancy
runs In to see after the children. But
there's no trouble nt all True, the
band IL out OF business, but everybody
else IL satisfied. There are others,
Brady snys, but none like Mrs Clancy,
Mary Ellen sings about the house and
never thinks of staying out after $50.
As for Clancy, he brings his wages
home every Saturday night MS usual.
And "Slob"? Oh, "Slob's" got u job on
the elevated road and may marry
Mary Ellen-some day.
kind hearts are more than coroncts.
And simple faith, than Norman blood u
But 1 want YOU to like Mrs. Clancy.