Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-06-07
HEART AND ARROW.

want yez to give her this birthday card
from me It's a great red heart, with a
skewer sticking in it. That riprisints
moine-tho heart mane. The skewer"-
cts an arrow, Mat--that's what they
do be calling it.
''Well, Tim, an there's u good Irish
sound about that same. They can't do
without us anyway, you see,
Sorra a bit, an you want me to be
afther giving her thats"
"Yes; I've improved it. I've made it
stiff with red lead an put in few dhrops,
us if it was the blood of me heart that was
| flowing for her. an she's SO scornful of me
| sufferings.
"It's illigant," said Tim, with great ad-
miration
AN see here, now. I've written some
| varses to her to the tune of 20 Shaugh
nessy's Hat. Bedad, an they rowl as
swately as IL jig an as deludhering as the
crayther. -
He sang them over in his rich voice and
delicious brogue, and Tim got excited and
promised his most devoted aid.
Next morning Tim started on his mis-
sion. First he sat down on a cold door
step and reflected.
"Take her dhirty, painted, twopenny
| piece of paper with u red lead heart on it!
Bedad an begorra an / won't! III do bet
ter than that, or my names not Tim
Casey. Mats decent bhoy an a dhivil of
poet, but widdies is practical 1t takes
| the likes of me to understand the likes Of
! them.
Within ten minutes after this soliloquy
he was seated in Mrs Moloney disordcred
and unventilated room.
''There it is, Mrs. Moloney, dear, an it
must go to the heart of you to rade the
hidden m 'aning" said he as he pointed to
large, healthy looking pigs fry Oh the
table and bottle of whisky which was
standing beside it. He had suppressed the
paper missive as poor, artificial and mex
pressive, and out of his devoted friendship
and slender purse had bought the pluck
and the spirits which he presented in Mats
name.
cts an emblim, honey" continued he
Here's his heart, in q manner Of sp' ak.
ing, at your fate-on your dish, / name
The liver shows that he can't live without
you; the lights, that you're the light Of his
eyes, an that he longs for you with every
breath, an the flare, that there'll be all the
fat in the fire an the very dhivil to pay if
you re unkind to him an refuse him. It's
an emblim, my dear--a delicate poetical
emblim bedadn"
''It's beautiful" said Mrs. Moloney,
profoundly touched, as she uncorSed the
bottle and filled up two large port glasses.
Then she added can I'll cook it. Tell
him to como tonight an help ate it, An
come you too, Tim, an Misthriss Casey"
So it was all understood. Tim had, like
most of his countrymen, the feelings of a
gentleman and the tact of Il courtier. That
was why he and his wife arrived designed
ly late, having sent q message that supper
was not to wait.
Had they come sooner a slight incident
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 in 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
f had been talking for the last hour But
as for the card, he ought to know, for he
. had eaten the half Of 1t.
;. and exclaimed: "Then it's dead man
am an it's wake I'll be afther attend
ing, an not wedding! / thought Their
was quare taste about that piece of friz
zled fat.
"What does the crature be M aiming Al
ALP cried she in surprise
cts poisoned l am That heart wa!
all over red lead, said he, falling bacl
into his seat.
"Poisoned, you black hearted villain?'
screamed Mrs. Moloney. "Then taxi
that!" And she broke Jug on his head.
1t was at this point that the Caseys ar
rived. Tim promptly knocked Mat down
and then he naturally became curious t.
know what the ambiguity was about.
"Hes poisoned me' said she between
Shrek and a sob.
Tim seized Mat and threw him on al
incomplete but unmatched dinner service
part of Mrs. Moloney's stock, which stool
in q corner on the floor.
The widow, hearing the crash, smashed
# a chair on Tins back, whereupon Mrs
k Casey took her by the hair, and the tw
@ women fell into some miscellaneous lots il
8 another corner. Then the neighbors cam
y in and took indiscriminate sides, and mat
@ tiers generally hummed for u short time
h Eventually Tim got an inkling of tn
x difficulty, told them to be quiet and mar
q rated all the circumstances, to the grea
II relief JOY and amusement of all the par
/, ties
a A pailful of water and yard or two o
Il sticking plaster, with few pins for tn
# women, quickly set things smooth ant
d smiling. Mrs. Moloney made them al
O welcome, and soon liberal supplies of whis
. ky, porter and tobacco were formulated
q Additional candles were lit illuminating
II fitfully the front shop, whose content
II seemed the embodiment of the confuse
y thoughts of the guests-tables stacke
a. with their legs in the air, cane chairs hang
20 ing on the walls blank gaseliers suspend
;, ed from the ceiling, while a lighted lam
q stood on the floor to prevent stumblin
=. into the business portion of the establish
ment, and all went merrily. Mrs. Molone
for one brief ecstatic moment sat on Mat
knee, but they were severally picked u
and revived, though the chair was pulvel
lied, and Mat sang the ''varses" whic
Tim had produced from his pocket alon
A. with the card.
Tim had applauded, wept and gone
sleep in the middle of the song. But til
approval which greeted it's conclusion
70 composed as 1t was of shouts, shriek
h. knockings, tears and free fight in til
20 southeastern corner, effectually woke hin
ar Somehow, after confused interval {
4. health drinking, recrimination and ell
~ bracings, the party found itself adjourned
Mat and the widow are to be married s
soon as the necessary formalities can
4 arranged. Exchange.
OF Course None Came.
First Burglar-How did yer keep tt
coppers from interruptin yer?
Second Burglar--While l was crack