The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-01-04

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.Shut your head, Hans-rll have no
more scholdin' here but meself Well
I'd look givin' bhys lave to be quarrel
IN on me premises that refused
twelve hundhred dollars for. Come-l
know what's Che matther with ye-the
whole lot. Ye're hungry"
"Ja!" calculated Hans, and "Oui"
cried Johnny; the other boys said the
same in English.
I'VE amt had anything to eat since |
added Johnny. just .
doughnut apiece, Mrs. Donovan, and
20 we will, straight off.
The widow stared hard at them. Re-
fusal was on her lips, when missing
the accustomed noise from the pack
ing ward she looked and saw that the
men had stopped work and were go
ing for their dinner pals. She glanced
at her clock in the little kitchen. 1t
was noon.
IA hungry lot O. spalpeens." she
murmured, shut Mr.. Bradley's foine
man, an It's herself that's rale lady"
Then aloud: "A-sthrikin'. are ye'
bhys? Well, I'll see 4 l can't con-
thrive for yez. Sit ye down on the
door steps" Then she entered the
house, leaving the boys open-mouthed
with establishment as well as hunger.
Returning she stood for moment in
the kitchen doorway. 'How many OF
yez is there?' she asked. Zone, three,
swim, tin, fourteen, eighteen! Begorra,
+hara,s enouUh of ven
"What do you s'pose she's goin' to
do?'' asked Patsy, filled with a great
yearning. -.
"Doughnuts." replied Johnny, with
glistening eyes. II told yer sol'
"Turnovers, mebbe," suggested
Micky. ..and-" but the rest OF his
sentence was lost in the shouts OF de-
lirht that rent the air-shouts in
French, in German, in English. for
there in the doorway stood Widow
Donovan, bearing aloft in her uplifted
hands great tray OF pies.
"Here ye good-for-nothin's. eat!" she
commanded. "There" she gave Johnny
a knife. ''Cut 'em up. an ate. The
hunger's sore on yez-thats all that's
matther wild yez 'Sthrike! I'll settle
yer sthrike for yezw and Johnny was
left with the easy problem OF dividing
nine pies among eighteen boys.
s.Niue pois wasted" exclaimed Mrs
Donovan. as she saw the work OF hel
hands disappear. Mine mince poles
-troth, they cost me money n meal
m apple to make, to say nothin' o
me tonne. But" she stopped sudden
lily. her eyes opened wider she put W
| her hand to shade her vision ane
looked again. ,
Faith, and here comes Misthe
Bradley himself" she Thought
"sthraight across-afther his milk n
turnover, Pm thinkin'. Bedad. ~
give him a piece O. poi, m If they DON
fix that sthrike pretty quick me nam
amt Biddy Donovan"
"Bhys," she called, take your POI
round back O. the house. Ihere.
company a-comin' to me, N don
want me dooryard litthered up WI
the loikes av yez."
Those boys who could spare the tim
, looked up in inquiry.
"Take We pois round back O. tn
bouse. or yez can't have thin, Tn
dame said. It was enough. The LAD
disappeared like magic, and the PIE
vanished with them. The widow waite
5 until MIR. Bradley was near.
1.-THE top O. the mornin' to ye' sor
I "Ah. Mrs. Donovan" answered
nleasant voice. Can you give me
: glass of milk this noon? Bring
I tight out here on the steps. I'm IN
great hurry" ,,-,
Widow Donovan was diploma
" ist Beyond smiling she mace
Q replv. but she quickly entered Il
house and as quickly returned, with
|, rlass of rich, creamy milk, and a qua
i ter of spicy-smelling mince pie. M
e Bradley's tired look vanished
VI Mrs. Donovan, you have positi'
genius for cooking" he said. i mu
q eat and not talk this noon' noweve
Those boys 1 had played me sor
r trick this morning They struck-t
70 sillv fellows-and of course l Sc
e them off the yard. But l had 10
one of nv men off to go down town
a. 800 and he hasn't come back "
We are losing considerable time
E. added, looking at his watch.
ID az know" said the widow. syml
If thetically. AN you wantin to 9
O. them carloads off tomorrow, Jim sal
TX ri tell We what, Misther Bradley the
,e bhvs was hungry, n when the hu
r. GERS sore in bly, he's always u
ne mischief"
n Mr. Bradley laughed. II dare say
ID he said, but that does not menu LII
n ters any" ., 4,
IS, "Well now, sor; by your iase =.
he mind matthers. They came over ne
n N, I've been a-feedin' 'em up. Inc.
va III, now as Quiet as lambs"