The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-01-22

We boy ye."
James DAILY turned over on his knees and
peered across Mikes shoulder "Aw," said
be. Jaw, man, but it's powerful" Anne, his
wife, rested hand on the stubble, leant
over, glanced at the paper. and drew back
with sniff of disgust.
'Phat." said she. "Phat. Sit where We
are. Judy. Sure, it's only a fashion paper
he's got grip of. Dear, dear, the ig-
norance O. menu
Mike held the paper Git was. as Anne said,
only double sheet from journal of fash
IONS with plates here and there among
the letter press) at arms length, peered at it
closely, looked at it sideways and from ev-
cry point of view.
We'll now" he went on, regardless of
Anne and her satire, "divi as purity set
O. women them 1 niver seen before.
There's one there-that one, James," and
Mike laid his thumb on her classic fea-
lures, AN If she was a trife shorter In
the neck an hadn't that long-tailed jacket
on her. she'd be as fine a lookin' female
as the one at home on the almanick hangin'
on the dresser An that one in the corner
Wi the hat on her as big as an umbrell;
now that lassie's a tear-away. An that one
dye see her, James ?-herself wi the gos-
soon in long britches-that one, sure, has
powerful fine pair O. eyes in her. Wouldn't
that be your notion. James?'
Well answered James, and critically
cooked his head, eff we ask me, Mike I'd
say they're too much like the kind you'd
see in a sick cow; too big an watery But
there's female" and James pointed at a
figure with his pipestem, takes me fancy
That one'd be a powerful high stopper, I'm
thinkin'; an she carries herself we'll inside
that grand dress of hers
Anne Daily nudged Judy Brady with her
elbow, and whispered behind her hand:
Dye hear the bletherskites?' said She
"Ay," answered Mike, and held the sheet
away from him: she's a tip-topper sure
enough, James. But she's fine in the bone
that one. Look at the hands an feet on
her. Now, I'm thinkin' that one was more
after the kind o. your racehorse; fit fer
little but prancin about an caperin'. It'd
be poor show she'd make in a meadow,
James; it's not on praties an salt she'd
thrive
'Ah, not at ALL, said James, and sat
back in his place. mot at ALL Sure, she'd
be what you'd call a lady. They're all that
kind, the wives O. the quality an their
daughters an that. Sure an hour O. that
sum- and James looked over his shoulder
toward Emo hill, I'D scorch the skin on
her; it would so.'
''Ah, deed would it," answered Mike and
turning his bit O. print, pulled his hat over
his eyes, gathered up his knees. and began
spelling among the letter press, "'deed it
would So"
Anne Daily turned to Judy Brady and
Anne Trotte-.
It's Gods mercy, girls" said she with
hard little laugh, that we can keep our
skins whole on US. I wonder what the men
in these parts d be dom supposin' we were
fine in the bone and couldn't thrive on the
praties an salt?'
Sure the craturs d just gasp an de-"
returned Judy; "sure they would"
James DAILY winked solemnly across at
Hal and myself, as we sat, with an eye on
the master, taking half-minute turns at
Halls elegant briar pipe, then bent forward
and clasped his knees with both hands.
Mr.. JAM said he. there's thing I'm
wishful to ask ye'
1T isn't ladies in fashion plates the likes
of US d be thanked for bein'," Anne went
on, and spoke little bitterly. It's not
good looks, an eyes like sick cows we'd
be wantin'. Aw, no, dears. It's an ould
shawl an a shillin' straw bonnet an a lin
sey dress'd be suitin US. It's patch the
tatters, an turn an twist, an darn an
sew, we must be dom WI the ould buds
aw yis. Truoth an sowl it's the grand fash
ion plates we step into. God help u.s. said
Anne. and laughed sarcastically.
Again James winked at Hal and myself,
and again essayed to speak:
Mr.. JAM" said he, TIN
Fashion plates, indeed cried Anne
again; IAN ladies'. Aw. Lord save US"
when you're finished palaverin', Mrs.
Daily" said James. turning his head, I'D
be wishful--"
Jaw, keep your talk for the ladies, Mr.
DAILY" answered Anne, with whitening
sCOrn.
I'm keepin' it." said James, till / get
home;" then, Anne. being at a loss for a re-
tort, turned again to me. ''Mr. JAM" said
James, its yourself I'm thinkin', in the
course O. your travels, must ha' met moren
one o. these chaps that write the papers?"
You mean journalists, james," ques-
toned I, nothing 10th to air my superiority
Il dunno what you'd be calm them, but
1 mean the lads that write that kind O.
thing" and James jerked his thumb to-
wards Mike and his bit O. print. Did liver
We meet Ger a one o. them boy-os?"
"A few, James,"
Now! We'll, I'd be thinkin' that. An
you'd find them curious kind o. mortals,
I'm thinkin-quare an strange in their
ways?"
well, perhaps so, James; perhaps did
find some of them a little peculiar"
"Ay? Jist so. I'd be imaginin' that.
Judgin be what know an seen meself I'd
agree with we. Aw, a strange lot they must
be: a powerful strange party. Ever seen
one? ye ak me- said James, beading his
brows. "Ah, troth have Ia rale live writ
in man; ay, an oliver fellow. Aw, to be
sure to be sure,'' said James; then suddenly
broke into guffaw. "Haw! haw! Will
ever forget that night? Will ever forget
It? Haw! haw! The finest thing twas, the
greatest piece of foolery l liver came across.
Till ye?" said James, as all round the ring
the clamor for his story went hurrying.
Sure, We all know. Haven't We heard me
till it twenty times? What! Ye want it
again. an Mr.. Jan hasn't heard? Aw, deed
ay. Powerful fine excuses, indeed. Well,"
James went on, and with well-feigned regret
resigned himself to the inevitable, Il sup
pose l must humor we, childer It's pow
erful hard on man, an it's meself was
fool to give We the chance at me. But, no
matter, here's for We, then" And folding
his arms and looking back against a pile
of hay James went on