The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-07-16

QUIN ROONIN.
lstaarted away 10 the chapel, TO be ready
for the weddineers. i seen them sittin'
I'm the pews whin KEN by--but--no
Rafe.
What cud / do but go hack TO the
house, an be this tonne it was more like
"a wake, nor weddin'. The brides
maids was cryin' an lamentin', and the
ioul weemin was shaiSin' their heads
but not q word, nor tear from Aisle.
wan neighbor he'd it 10 say that Rafe
was seen goin' through the gap with
n thravellin' bag in his han, at the
clearin' o. day, and anodher was ready
to swear he watched him, not one hout
ago, skairtin' down be Relpie's bog, for
iit was talked bit that he had n swate.
,haart on the hill beyant, an there waI
ipits an holes he might fall into, for the
lsurest foot is niyer sure crossin' a bog,
an mebbe the poor by was sunk deep
an dead.
But in the middle av all the floory in
ilxem little Dinny Quin roonin' with Q
Iletiher in his fist. Oop he goes to tho
fadther:
"Rafe O'Neil gev me this" seq he,
,,"An' he's away an the coach with Tom
the Post"
OuP Brogan bruk the wafer, the let.
ithcr shaEinT in his ham till yc cud hear
lii rattlin', but sorrn the word he cud
mex out, he'd or tail. 1t was Craig the
schoolmasther stud oop an read il out
as plain as a, b., c.
"Rispicted Misther Brogan, Miss Bro,
gan nn' kind friends all
II pen these few lines TO let ye know
THAT circumstances bcin' such j can't
marry the yoong Teddy, an wishin' her
her desarvins az n betther partner.
THE saircumstances is well known to
: lAfisther Brogan, av the mnrc not coom-
iin't TO the fore, an the pigs bein' none
Jaw the best it's little I'm carin' for the
lvalye. DO it what 1t may, but no MANI
isay he met fool in Rafe O'Neil. I'm
igivin' oop, an willin' me own paart av
the plcnishin', not to mintion praties,
an turf an odher things an neces-
saries, an it's well PLACED l am to be.
stow thin an the yoong Teddy, If she'll
do me the amer TO recaive the same an
little eDoof for her thrubble. But.
there's no harrum done, an wishin'
well to all, an sorry 10 disappoint so
snuch good company. There's as good
Ah in the say rs iyer was caught, SO no
more at prisint from your obadiant
sairvant, Rafe O'Neil."
The oul' man stud starin' about him
felpless-lilSe. "Tll be rivinged," seq
lie, IAN the man that decaived me daw,
lter-yis, decaived. the schamer! II
was nayther the mare nor the pigs that
Sud in the way. The pigs were the
pick o. the market, an whin he axed mo
20 throw in the mare, il was laflin' an
jckin' he was, an the more so, whin he
got No for an answer. But I'll be re-
winged"
Lave that TO me-" sez /. facin' him
an spakin' up the way niver thought
j cud do. "Gim me the right to dale
with the"-but the word sthuclx in me
front / cud'nt call him an i'll name,
for wasn't he Rafe, me comrade an me
fr'cnd?"
hen the neighbors ken about us.
"Ah-h--h--that's the by. Don't We
know he'll do IT.? It's himsilf that will.
An wasn't he dyin' about the gairl an
isn't he till this minnit? Don't go be-
tVre them. Patchy--don'ti"
lie stepped back piece an looked
at me-.
''i'e BLACKBOARD" seq he, whats that
yer ssyin'?" sez he.
"Yis," sez I. BLACKBOARD or not, its
no s1ycrit. There's plinty prisint
knows j coorted Ailsie. an none bet
tier than yerself. that stint me packin'.
Now" sez !. 81 hev nothin' 10 give her
but the ham that'll worrak for her an
the lfaart that looves her, an honest
b'y's han an haart," sez /. chats all
hev 20 Offer an IL it's not yer daw-
tcr's. Misrher Brogan, it's for no wan
else"
With Tint the wecmin began like rs
nanny geese gabbhn' on the common.
They were al for takn' modher's
part 10 the gair that he'd no modher.
"An' dye hear that. Misther Brogan,
it's yer dawter is in luck this day. BE
thank ful the disgracell pass yer durc.
An yc hcvn't the haart av n milestone
IN yer body. I dunno? Look at the
nocherless orayture, an 70 was snesilf
stud up wild you an Peggy Rourke."
"Whsest wild yc; wheest." sez he.
"Di We want TO drive me crazy, out an
out? Lave me spale 10 me dawter.
AiisIc. come forrit; yc're listinin' to
whats sayin'. gairl2'
Ailsic walked over the fure. an |
nirer seen her walk so proud. an she
eind there. forninst us all. as white as
the slave av the dhress she had an.
I'm listenin. fadher." ser she. AN
js Il yer wish I'd marry Connrc Knne9
Sure. isn't IL for you 20 say2 An are
ye manin' 70 give yer blessin' to-Con.
ne ar me?"
sAn, a. 70 fhinl .xh.n IA sa-