The Roanoke times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1897-1977, 1897-02-25
TERENCE.

- III,
I'm nothin but an ould bachelor afther
ali.
Twas Il long toimc had q notion av
Misthress Katie O'Flynn that has IL nato
bit farrun ut Ballyboggan, but niver II
word ay 1--we cud | say to her, all be-
cause av the shy. Howandiver, rnaybes
but wait till tell ye now.
Van cowld mornin this very wake
rcsavcd letthcr IN twas quare wan,
so 1t was. Indadc me lctthcr was nothin
mt all Mt all but wan NV thin post
kyards that ould Barney the postman is
so fond av bringin to people, since It's
the inquisitivc ould fclla he is to be
sure. On the post kyard was nothin but
four lines NV the luvelicst pocthry yo
liver seen. Twas this:
If married bliss We wud injoy,
just swato Kate O'Flynn.
To be your own wud give her joy.
Terence, so in All win.
Barney was GRIMM all over whin he
handed me the kyard, so he was, SO SCI
l TO him:
Zach &c ould spalpcen, we've been
afthcr rcadin me privit correspondence. !"
Il have, scz he but where's the
harrum? An surc It's the best NV advice
yc're atthcr gottin, Terence, me boy
''faix an yc'rc roight, Barney, but
dye think she'd be afthcr loo,;in twice
ut Il gossoon loikc mc?'
why not" seq he "Nlisthrcss
O'Flym is net so young as she looks.
IT'S the illigant bhoy yc are intoircly. "
''Aisy now, Barney, aisy," SCI I.
Don't be afthcr aspcrshin the luvcliost
av her sex. But l know ye don't name
nothin dishrcspectivc. L wonder who
was afther sendin me this lyard now. "
Barney winks at me. II wonder, "
scz he, IN he walks aff down the street
whistlin kate kearncy' as clear us Il
lark
Well, that kyard made me feel bould-
cr, so the same cvcnin | dresses mcsilf
i'll inc best, puts on me caubcen, takes
me shillalah i'll mo hand, IN sets off
for Misthrcss O'Flynn's falrum at Bal
lyboCgan.
Whin gets to the dure, knocks rs
bould as brass, an who should open it
but the luvely widda hcrsilf.
Good evcnin, Niisthress O'Flynn, -
sc2 |. is it all alone We are?"
1T is, y seq she, will yc be sittin
down."
Twill" sell ovid all the plazu,c
in loifc. -
Wild that 1 goes iii, an she shuts the
durc, an into the kitchen we goes an sits
down ut the fire.
Ills cowld evening" sez T.
" 'Tis that seq she.
For the loife nv me cud say no more
afthcr that, III so l sat twistin me cau-
been between me hands an wonderin
how w;-S TO say what I'd come for.
Thin scz
"'Tis a gran fire We have there IT'S
foine thing for cowld evenin'
'"Tis that, seq she. Thin we sat
shtill for another space NV tonne. She
was knittin somethin wild rid wool, so
seq I:
""Tis the foine warrum color for
cowld weather is rid, +" seq I.
% IT'S that, seq she.
l was afther thinkin I must have
offinded her i'll some way, an might be
shteppin home again widout word nv
luvc, but determined to have another
thry, so L seq:
lis 1T not lonely We arc sittin here at
noights all be yoursilf?" sez /.
Ills not sez she. "I'm afthcr in
joyin the best nv company
who's that" SEE /.
Just mcsilf, an no other. " seq she.
Och sure now, yc can't name it,
Whin yc're all be ycrsilf We must be
fcclin an achin void this worruld can
niver fill as the potc seq. -
"Thrue for yc-I do sometimes"
Il was sartin av it, acushla. Where
is it ut all. at all? Is it in yer heart
nOw?'
mo" scz she, '"tis in me hollow
wisdom tooth. -
"Ach now, /" seq I, twas always
fond av yer joke yc was, Misthrcss
O'Flym.
"Sorra joke there is about it, Misther
Magec-onlcss We call it joke to have
a fcelin i'll yer jaw loike ridhot needle
Etitchin away ut double quick tonne to
the tune nv The Wind That Shakes the
Barley :"
'"Tis longin l am to comfort We.
nlannah. Wud sc not he afthcr givin
me IN ingagcmint as residint physician?
Fax, an tits mcsilf wud he afthcr chns-
III away from We the toothachc, the
headache, the hcartachc. an all the other
aches that flesh is heir to, as the pote
sen -
lis thinkin am I'd be safer wild
Il dentist for the toothachc than wild an
ould onadhaun loikc We, an as for the
other aches yc mintion / nivcr haze
none Nv thin.
What. nivcr no hcartachc, whin
yc'rc sittin here all alone i'll the even
ins?' scz 1, sittin up close to her an
thryin to slip me arrum round her
waist
4" Get along wild yc," she cries, liftin