The record-union., 1898-11-27

was blood spilled, good or bad
Twas me high sperrits," said
O'Dwyer, apologetically.
We'll, well., laughed Kitty. AN
so yer quiet man, now? / can't say
ye look it, with yer eyes that fierce on
Mister Condor! Mister Moriarty, sit
down here by me-
Mick obeyed; he thought it was about
time for his friends to get to business.
MISTER ODWyer and Mister Condor
nave word to say to We, Kitty" he
said, fixing the two waverers with J.
stern glance. Tis you first, john"
Me, Mick?" he asked innocently.
Yes. you, to be shure; didn't We win
the toss?''
/ did, but shure I wouldn't hould to
that IL Mister Condor has a mind to
spake first"
Tom waved his arm threateningly.
"Go AMI" he said.
O'Dwyer drained his glass and re-
garded the bottom of it with an apo
piectic flush Then he cleared his
throat laboriously three times. "'Tis
this way, Kitty" he said. ME and
Toms frinds: an bein' frinds. we has
tastes in common, SO to spake" He
paused and ratified his money in his
pocket, perhaps to create a good i'm
preston, perhaps only to reassure HIM
self. Ar bein' frinds,'' he repeated
"Ah, lave the frinds alone. John" /"
interrupted Condor; "spake up, man,
an say what's in yer mind!''
II apologize for 'um, Miss More. .
said O'Dwyer, with great dignity.
ivan gintleman should know betther
than to interrupt another
But what's it all about?' cried
Kitty, with an appealing glance at
Mick.
IT'S like this" said O'Dwyer, "bein'
frinds, we has tastes in common, and
wan O. them tastes is for you."
For me?" murmured Kitty.
! For you. 'Tis my wish to marry,
and to marry you; 'tis Toms wish
ITO marry, and to marry you," broke
in Condor, who did not approve of this
manner of conducting the affair. ITO
marry you, Kitty he added, before
Father Rourke, wild livery convainyence
for good weddin', an all our frinds
there an the world to look on
tive good land" began O'Dwyer
again, "an' dacent house, and as fine
COWS, bedad, as iver We're MIXED an
money in the bank and the best pigs
in Tipperary''-
''Barrin' mine," said Tom: IAN asst
Father Rourke. for he had a side O.
bacon av me last week, and it made
his mouth water to look at it. Tom,
says he, it's a pig to be proud of !;
an do We happen to have a few greens
I could boil wild it?'"
"a
pigs we're askin' Kitty to marry, but
ourselves. An TIL say this-an' yell
all know it for thrue-Tm as tender as
girl when I'm not reused"
"But maybe 'tis aisy to rouse We,
Tom suggested.
It'll not deny that; but shure Kitty
knows a man widout a timDer is no
man at all"
'"Thrue for ye'' said Kitty: but
there's timpers and timpers; wan'll be
free wild his fist an another wild his
tongue"
I'D niver sthrike a woman"
"Shure I'd be butther and honey to
ye,'' said Tom.
There was a long pause, in which the
suitors benevolently regarded each 9TH
er. Kitty glanced at Mick and smiled; !;
Mick shook with his quiet laughter.
The little room seemed full of heavy
breathing. At last Kitty spoke. "Fath-
er Rourke was here this day she said,
"an' I'll not deny he spoke to me about
marryin'."
"He was always me good frind,'' said
Tom.
"a fine man, God bless 'um!" mur-
INJURED O'Dwyer.
AN 1 tould him." Kitty continued.
ST was too young to be thinkin' av it.
But no. says he, It's nineteen years
since I christened We, an that's a good
age and a right age Well says |,
Father, an who was ye thinkin' av
for me?''
Here she paused and blushed. and her
blue eyes took a new depth of meaning
and color. No says he but who
was We thinkin' av for yerself?'
"Ah!" sighed O'Dwyer.
s'The kindness av 'um!" murmured
Tom.
AN what did We say, Eitty?" asked
Mick.
.'Is it me think about the like O.
that?' says L Aye says he, I've
known girls think av it and no blame to
them We'll, thin,' says I, AN I have
thought av it, an many a soft word
he's spoke to me. But could / behave
i'm, Father?'
Eye could" said Tom.
livery word" said O'Dwyer.
That 'ud depind, says he, 'on who
it is An what's his Names? says he.
oh. says I, an it's Mick Moriarty, an
may God bless i'm an kape 'im,' says
l." And at that Kitty's head went
down on to Mick's shoulder and there
was the sound of a happy sob.
O'Dwyer and Condor gazed into each
others faces until a broad smile passed
between them. Then O'Dwyer ham,
mered on the table with his glass and
burst into a roar of laughter Well"
he cried, .to think o. Mick playin' aft
that thrick on us! Tom, we're bate
fair"
''Shure, I didn't know for sartin me-
silf," said Mick; "an' if Kitty had a
fancy for either o. We, well, she must
Eye didn't know, Mick?" Kitty whis-
pered.
How could know asthore?"
and me dyin' for we, Mickl'
'Dyin'! Let me see into yer eyes, Kit
ly 80 tnaI gym Inen / m dyln,
too''
yell dhrink to our Health?" asked
Kitty, appealing to the other two.
"Bedads" said Condor, '.yes, an
we'll dance at yer weddin' But ye'd
best kape John O'Dwyer away, for he's
sthrong wild the fists
'I'll only use them,'' said O'Dwyer,
'agin yer inimies."
Sc they drank the health and then
the defeated lovers returned to Car
more arm-in-arm. And as they went
they sang melodiously and with the