Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-03-12

ins?" seq l, sittin up close to her an
thryin to slip me arrum round her
waist.
"Get along wild ye," she cries, liftin
her chair along the fiure. 81 niyer seen
man loike We for insultin motions.
Kape yer arrum down"
Zach sure now, mavourneen, it's
tired wild hangin down all the evenin. :"
well thin, hould it up above yer
head to rest it.
''That wud be too high intoirely.
'Twud be high enough if L kept it just
about the height av yer luvely neck.
An besides, that wud kape the cowld
away from We, an thin | cud kill two
birds wild wan shtone, as the pote SEE.
'Maybes, but sorra fear av me bein
wan av thin birds yer pote talks NV. y
lis it fond av poethry we are, acush-
Lap
''At toimes-good poethry."
"Well" SEE l, II have some gran
poethry i'll me pocket Maybes ye'd
loike to hear it. ;"
II moight. What's it about:'
"Sure now tits about yer lively silf,
an no wan else.
Lets hear it thin"
"Arrah now, maybes We won't be
loikin it,"
"How can 1 tell ye till I hear it. )"
"Well, this the way it goes" Wild
that takes the kyard out av me pocket
an reads it,
II married bliss ye wud injoy,
just AK swate Kate O'Flynn.
To be your own wud give her joy.
Terence, go in w win.
Zach, tits lively. Are We afther COM
posin it yersilf?" she axes.
"Niver word Twas from Barney
the postman / got it this mornin Ills
wonderin I am who cud have sent it.
But compose it or not, It's hint I'm
afther takin. An now mavourneen,
yen be crool no longer? luve ye to
distraction, all if yed only say the word
tits yer own devoted Terence I'll be
from now to me dyin ind"
Here l gets me chair up beside her
again, an thin all the shy whit out av
me at wanst. l puts me a1Tum round
her waist an tries to draw her to me-
But before cud kiss her she twists her.
silf away an seq she:
is it in earnest We are, Terence?"
''It is" seq I "dead earnest. %
well, y SEE she, "dye promise to be
true, true till death, rs the pote seq"
II do"
IAN will We niver lave me, deceive
me, nor gricve me?"
'Niver, me own jewel. ;"
IAN if / marry We will We always get
up first i'll the mornin an put Oh the
fire an give me a cup av tay in bed?'
''Dade will I, me darlint, me precious
wan
Thin I'm yers for liver an u day
longer, Terence, me bhoy Ye may kiss
me-just wan now. Och, och, och, We
murtherin thafe. How many d We want"
she cries, for be this tonne [ had her in
me arrums an was tastin the delicious
lips av her
After that twas the delightful even
in we had intoirely. Sittin there at the
fire, SEE Katie to me:
''Ye can't tell yet who sent ye that
kyard wild the poethry?"
''Sure an haven't the Taste notion. ;"
well, Terence, tits thinkin 1 am |
can tell ye if We won't be angry"
ANGRY, mavourneen, it's delight
ed I'll be- IT'S the foinest letther liver
SEEM
'Arrah, thin, twas seein was We was
that shy We wud niver spake yer luve
widout incouragin, all as tits leap year
an twas wishin to see ye happy / was
why, twas just mesilf that sent We that
wee pome av me own composure
eye name it--thrue?" I cries de-
loighted
FAX, it's not a word av lie I'm
afther tellin ye," seq she.
chin hooray for leap year, |
shouts. can ye're the grandest pote as
liver was. Sure yell be afther givin me
another kiss Or maybes two, as thrife
more incouragmint, wudn't We now"
Loike the jewel she u.s. she Encouraged
me again
Be the tonne ye read this It's married
we hope to be, for I'm just afther seein
Father Donovan about the weddin.-
Scottish Nights.