The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-03-27
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home again widout wurd av luve, but |
determined to have another thry, so | SEE:
at is not lonely ye are sittin' here at
noights all be YOURSELF" seq |.
"'Tis not, u" SEE she. ''I'm afther inioy-
in the best av company"
"Who's that" seq |.
Just mesilf, an no other,' SEE she.
''Och sure now, We can't name it. Whin
yere all be yersilf We must be feelin' an
achin' void this wurruld can niver fill, as
the pote sez."
''Ihrue for ye-I do sometimes.
81 was sartn av it, acusha. Where is
it at ALL at all: Is it in yer heart now?'
60" sez she, otis in me hollow wis
down tooth"
Zach now, seq !, "'twas always fond av
yer joke We was, Misthress O'Flynn."
"Sorra joke there is about it, Misther
Magee-onless We call it a joke to have
feeln' in yer jaw loike a rid hot needle
stitchin' away at double quick tonne to the
tune av The Wind that Shakes the Bar
ley"
"'Tis longin' | am to comfort We,
alannah. Wud we not be afther givin' me
an Engagement as resident physician? Faix,
an it's mesilf wud be afther chasin' away
from we the toothache, the headache, the
heartache, an all the other aches that flesh
is heir to, as the pote sez."
"'Tis thinkin am I'd be safer wild a
dentist for the toothache than wild an Guild
amadhaun loike we, an as for the other
aches ye mintion, l niver have none av
, thin"
"What, niver no heartache whin ye're
sittin' here all alone in the evenings" sez
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 f1ure. 81 niver seen man
loike we for insultin motions. Rape 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 highly intoirely.
'Twud be high enough if kept it just
about the height av yer luvely neck. An
besides, that wud kape the could away
from We, an thin | cud kill two birds wild
wan shtone, as the pote seq"
"Maybes, but sorra fear av me bein wan
av thin birds yer pote talks av."
is it fond av poethry We are, acushla?"
AT toimes-good poethly."
''Well, " sez |, 81 have some gran POETRY
in me pocket. Maybes ye'd loike to hear
! it,"
81 moight. What's it ahout?"
"Sure now tits about yer luvely slf, an
no wan else"
"Let's hear it thin
"Arrah now, maybes we won be loikin'
it,"
''How can l tell We till hsar it.
"Well, this is the way it goes Wild
that | takes the kyard out av me pocket
an reads it:
If married bliss we wud injoy,
lust AK swate Kate O'F,lynn.
To be your own wud give her Joy.
Terrence, 90 in an win.
each tbs lively. Are We afther COM
posin' it yersilf?' she axes.
"Niver word. Twas from Barney the
postman got it this mornin'. IT'S won
derin am who cud have sent it, But
compose it or not, It's hint Pm afther
takin'. An now mavourneen, yell be
crool no longer? | luve we to distraction,
an il ye'd only say the word it's yer own
devoted Terrence I'll be from now to me
dyin' ind"
Here gets me chair up beside her again
an thin all the shy whit out sv me al
wanst. l puts me arrum round her waist
an tries to draw her to me- But before
cud kiss her she twists hersilf away an
sez she:
is it in earnest we are, Terrence?"
at is" SEE |, dead earnest
"Well," sez she, "d'ye promise to b(
true, true till death, as the pote sez?"