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

word av lie-'twas always fond I was
ay the gyurls To me the soight av a
purity blue eyed colleen was all me loife
as refreshin as dhrop av potheen, but
och, tits terrible throubled I've always
been wild the shy. An SO ye see, though
tits 40 year Guild am this very month,
I'm nothin but an Guild bachelor afther
all.
Twas long tonne I had notion av
Misthress Katie O'Flynn that has nate
bit farrum at Ballyboggan, but niver
word av 1--we cud I say to her, all be-
cause av the shy. Howandiver, maybes
but wait till I tell We now.
Wan cowld mornin this very wake l
resaved letther an twas quare wan,
SO it was. Indade me letther was nothin
at all at all but wan av thin post
kyards that ould Barney the postman is
so fond av bringin to people, since tits
the inquisitive ould fella he is to be
sure. On the post kyard was nothin but
four lines av the luveliest poethry ye
liver seen. Twas this:
If married bliss We wud injoy,
just ak swate Kate O'Flynn.
To be your own wud give her joy.
Terence, go i'll all win.
Barney was GRIMM all over whin he
handed me the kyard, so he was, SO sez
1 to him:
each We ould spalpeen, ye've been
afther readin me privit correspondence. "
II have" sez he, "but where's the
harrum? An sure It's the best av advice
ye're afther gettin, Terence, me boy"
"Faix an ye're roight, Barney, but
dye think she'd be afther lookin twice
at gossoon loike me?'
"Why not?" seq he. "Misthress
O'Flynn is not so young as she looks.
IT'S the illigant bhoy We are intoirely."
"Aisy now, Barney, aisy," SEE I.
Don't be afther aspershin the luveliest
av her sex. But know we don't name
nothin dishrespective l wonder who
was afther sendin me this kyard now"
Barney winks at me. 81 WONDER"
sez he, all he walks aft down the street
whistlin "Kate Kearney" as clear as a
lark.
Well, that kyard made me feel bould-
er, so the same evenin I dresses mesilf
in me best, puts on me caubeen, takes
me shillalah in me hand, an sets off
for Misthress O'Flynn's farrr,m at Bal
lyboggan.
Whin I gets to the dure, I knocks as
bould as brass, all who should open it
but the luyely Widda hersilf.
GOOD evenin, Misthress O'Flynn, "
sez I. SIS it all alone ye are3"
1T is, seq she, twill ye be sittin
DOWN."
Twill" SELL ovid all the plazure
in loife''
Wild that goes in, all she shuts the
dure, an into the kitchen we goes an sits
down at the fire.
IT'S cowld evening"" SEE I.
'Tis that" SEE she.
For the loife av me I cud say no more
afther that, an SO sat twistin me eau
been between me hands an wonderin
how I was to say what I'd come for.
Thin I seq:
"Tis gran fire We have there. IT'S
foine thing for cowld evenin.
'"Tis that" seq she. Thin we sat
shtill for another space av tonne. She
was knittin somethin wild rid wool, SO
SEE I:
"'Tis the foine warrum color for
cowld weather is rid" sex I.
IT'S that, SEE she.
r xx,oo oft1,o, +l,,,,lri,, I ,,,,1cf houo
offinded her in some way, an might be
shteppin home again widout word av
luye, but determined to have another
thry, SO SEE:
lis it not lonely ye are sittin here at
noights all be yoursilf?" SEE I.
"'Tis not" seq she. "I'm afther in
joyin the best av company.
"Who's that" sez I.
Just mesilf, All no other," sex she.
''Och sure now, ye can't name it.
Whin ye're all be yersilf ye must be
feelin an achin void this worruld can
niver fill, as the pote sez. T"
"Thrue for ye-I do sometimes.
II was sartin .av it, acushla. Where
is it at all. at all? Is it in yer heart
now"
''No," SEE she, "'tis in me hollow
wisdom tooth"
"Ach now," SEE I, twas always
fond av yer joke ye was, Misthress
O'Flynn.
"Sorra joke there is about it, Misther
Magee-onless ye call it joke to have
feelin in yer jaw loike a ridhot needle
stitchin away at double quick tonne to
the tune av The Wind That Shakes the
Barley"
''Tis longin I am to comfort ye,
alannah. Wud ye not be afther givin
me an ingagemint as residint physician?
FAX, an tits mesilf wud be afther chas-
in away from ye the toothache, the
headache, the heartaohe, an all the other
aches that flesh is heir to, as the pote
eez."
Ills thinkin am I'd be safer wild
dentist for the toothache than wild an
culd omadhaun loike ye, an as for the
other aches re mintion niver have
none av>thim.
What, niver no heartache, whin
ye're sittin here all alone in the even.