The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-07-22

TO my gairl," se-. he, an folly her about
ill the towns talkin' at her? What
dye name by it. I'm askin'?
'Sure. an ye know well what I name
by it, Misther Brogan," sez /. IT'S a
year since toul ye me manin', plain
'Ye brat, ye." SEE he. "An' it's you
that i'd marry Ailsie, is it, 'idthout the
roof to coover yeZ or q patch av peta-
ties? Mebbe it's buy her u bag ye'd do.
an sind her out to beg? It's a pity but
We had her, nor, isn't it? Or mebee it's
the bit av land yer thinkin' av, that'll
go with her? All, thin, not O. foot av
1t, an not an inch av it. Di ye hear
that, now?'
"Me hearin's good, Misther Brogan,"
sez l, as cool as ye place, IAN no Kane
iver wint beggin' yet. hev me thrade's
wages" seq l, "an' they're none the
poorest, but only toul ye like an honest
man that 1t was me wish to marry ALL
sic; yis, an me intention to marry ALI
sie," sez I spakin' slow, that he'd hear
It right-"but I wanted her fadher's
word, that we'd wait awhile, till could
airn the roof an the petatie patch. as
many's the couple done before U.S." SEE
], for knew it was the case av. the ouP
fella himself-"an I'm steady an sober
an'--Misther Brogan." sez I, II loove
the ground yer dawter walks an"
Jaw, be this an be that" SEE he.
"Di ye think I'll listen to sich talk?
Loove the ground? Thrade's wages, in
dade? An Is that what ye after her?
"A fine look up + the May rint. Me daw-
ter's for yer betthers, young man."
Faith, an yell be thrubbled to find
them same, be her way NV thinkin, I"
seq I, for me blood was gettin' up. Il
hev her promise" sez /, "an' she has
mine, an no man, fadher or else, III come
betune us-an' good avenin to ye, Mis-
ther Patrick Brogan," SEE I, an off I
marched, me head in the air, expectin'
livery minnit to feel the weight av his
black thorn an the back av me sconce.
Afthcr that it was long enoof obefore
] got anodther sight av Ailsie. They
sint her away to the aunt's at Killabegs
an hard aftherwords. there was the
divole's own rumpus before she wint.
Amy way, she wrut me wan or two let
thers, an I ondherstud she wasn't too
well PLACED with the way ] spoke up to
her fadher. ut was worse for her now.
nor iver." she said, an they watched
her night an day, an she thought it
betther I'd give over thryin' to see her
for awhile an, an let things take their
cOorse. But Connie, dear, she said, in
the letther, 'it's not forgittin' the word
that's passed betune us, an nivver
will" Could / ever dhrame she wud
forgit 1t, the lovin' harrt she he'd?
Well, the weeks wint an, an the
months wint an. an wurreked as
constan as the days KEN round, but the
money was that slow a countin' up.
that was harrt-sick, manny's the time,
an seemed furdher away than iver
from Ailsie. An whin she KEN home
again, she was afraid av her life to
mate me, or to pass a civil word, neigh
bor-like an the road. for fear the our
Turk would hear av it. an rage like a
haythen-so we didn't well know what
to do, nor what would become av us at
all, at all!
But there was wan comfort had
through livery thing, wan help that niv-
re failed me, an that was me comrade
by, Rafe O'Neil. He was far up in the
world above me, with a fine CROWN
farrum av his own, and cattle to the
fore. but some way, was niver too low
for his likin' an we wint togither man
an by for fifteen years or more. used
to be thinkin' times back he was q trifle
too fond av Ailsie, an she always had a
1aughin' word for him, but there was
nothin' could lay to haart, nor iver did
against thin, till wan marnin' I re-
nimber 1t as IL it was Yesterday, an. the
cap he had an an the roguish smile in
his eyes whin he KEN down to the
forge-he knew it was an idle day with
me an stud lanin' at the dure, lookin'
in.
"Come away up be the gap. Connie" I"
sez he Il hev somethin' to tell ye" 1t
was gray marnin' with the mist ris-
in out o. the bogs, like big wallops av
smoke. an the taste av rain that
was comm in the air as plain as salt
was comm in the air as plain as the salt
in the say. We crossed be Andy's med
da, and STARTED along the road to the
gap-Rafe had his arrum about me
shouldher-a thrick he had since we
were b'ys.
Connie" seq ne, stoppin' in the mid
de av lit he was whistlin'. 1--WE q