The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1897-03-02
TERENCE.

och, tits terrible throubled I've always
been wild the shy. An SO ye see, though
tits 40 year ould / am this very month,
I'm nothin but an ould bachelor afther
all.
Twas long tonne / had notion av
Misthress Katie O'Flynn that has nate
bit farrum at Ballyboggan, but niver
word av 1--we cud say to her, all be-
cause av the shy. Howandiver, maybes
but wait till tell ye now.
Wan cowld mornin this very wake I
resaved letther an twas a 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 ye wud injoy,
just swate Kate O'Flynn.
To be your own wud give her Joy.
Terence, go In an win.
Barney was GRIMM all over whin he
handed me the kyard, SO he was, SO SEE
l to him:
'Ach We ould spalpeen, we've been
afther readin me privit correspondence. -
II have, - SEE he, ''but where's the
harrum? An sure tits the best av advice
ye're afther gettin, Terence, me boy"
'tFaix an ye're roight, Barney, but
dye think she'd be afther lookin twice
at a gossoon loike me?"
"Why not?" SEE he. "Misthress
O'Flynn is not SO young as she looks
IT'S the illigant bhoy ye are intoirely."
'Aisy now, Barney, aisy," seq I.
Don't be afther aspershin the luveliest
av her sex. But know ye don't name
nothin dishrespective. 1 wonder who
was afther sendin me this kyard now"
Barney winks at me. ST wonder, F."
seq he, an he walks aft down the street
whistlin "Kate Kearney" as clear as
lark.
Well, that kyard made me feel bould-
er, SO the same evenin 1 dresses mesilf
in me best, puts on me caubeen, takes
me shillalah in me hand, an sets off
for Misthress O'Flynn's farrum at Bal
lyboggan.
Whin gets to the dure, I knocks as
bould as brass, an who should open it
but the lively widda hersilf.
GOOD evenin, Misthress O'Flynn,
SEE /. SIS it all alone ye are?"
'It is, SEE she, twill ye be sittin
down?''
civil, " sell ovid all the plazure
in loife.
Wild that goes in, an she shuts the
dure, an into the kitchen we goes an sits
down at the fire.
IT'S cowld evening"" seq I.
TITS that SEE she.
For the loife av me 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 SEE:
'''Tis gran fire ye have there. IT'S
foine thing for cowld evenin'
'"Tis that, SEE she. Thin we sat
shtill for another space av tonne She
was knittin somethin wild rid wool, SO
seq l:
'"Tis the foine warrum color for
cowld weather is rid, sez l.
''Tis that, sez she.
1 was afther thinkin I must have
ofinded her in some way, an might be
shteppin home again widout word av
luve, but determined to have another
thry, so seq:
us it not lonely ye are sittin here at
noights all be yoursilf?" SEE L
"'Tis not" SEE she. I'm afther in
joyin the best av company.
"Who's that" seq [.
"Just mesilf, an no other, SEE she.
''Och sure now, We can't name it.
Whin ye're all be yersif We must be
feelin an achin void this worruld can
niver fill, as the pote SEE. "
"Thrue for ye-I do sometimes +"
81 was sartin av it, acushla. Where
is it at all. at all? Is it in yer heart
now?"
mo" SEE she, "tis in me hollow
wisdom TOOTH
Zach now," seq 1, 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
a 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 | am to comfort ye,
alannah. Wud We 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 heartache, an all the other |
aches that flesh is heir to, as the pote !
SEE. -
g IT'S thinkin 1 am I'd be safer wild !
dentist for the toothache than wild an
ould omadhaun loike We, an as for the
other aches ye mintion l niver have
none av thin"
fWhat, niver no heartache, whin
ye're sittin here all alone in the even
ins?" sez 1, sittin up close to her an
thryin to slip me arrum round her
waist.
"Get along wild ye,' she cries, iftin
her chair along the 1ure. ST niver seen
a 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 1 kept it just
about the height av yer luvely neck.
An besides, that wud kape the oowld
away from We, an thin l cud kill two
birds wild wan shtone, as the pote seq. !"
"Maybes, but sorra fear ay me bein
wan av thin birds yer pote talks av."
sis it fond av poethry We are, acush-
Lap"
'At toimes-good poethry."
"Well," seq /, 81 have some gran
poethry in me pocket. Maybes ye'd
loike to hear it.
II moight. What's it about"
Sure now tbs about yer lively silf,
an no wan else. "
Lets hear it thin"
"Arrah now, maybes ye won't be
loikin it. :"
"How can tell ye till hear it. +"
"Well, this the way it goes" Wild
that takes the kyard out av me pocket
an reads it:
If married bliss ye wud injoy,
Just swate Kate O'Flynn.
To be your own wud give her Joy.
Terence, go in an win.
Zach, tits lively Are ye afther COM
posin it yersilf?" she axes.
"Niver word Twas from Barney
the postman got it this mornin IT'S
wonderin 1 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 longer9 / 1--we ye to