The record-union., 1899-10-01
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~, mani howld mi .


How'd up, mani how'd upl Ills
| dhrunk We are, more shame to ye."
| Johnnie. guided by the voice, soon
discovered Mike on his knees in the
mud. making Intellectual efforts to get
up. He ran an inquiring hand over
the mans limbs, and, finding no bones
broken hoisted him to his feet
"Ye'ye come home in grand shtyle
this time, anyway" he said, with
some scorn, thinking of Statia.
.Bruk!" moaned Mike, "bruki''
whats bruk?" asked Johnnie.
''Spake up, mani"
| But the other, leaning heavily on his
shoulder, made no reply, and they
started to sway toward the house just
as the glimmer of a lantern shone up
the road. Statia approached rapidly
with a sleepy farm hand in her wake.
He's all right" Johnnie said, re-
assuringly. 1.-The market was a thriile
! too much for i'm. Look to the horse
man-don't be shtandin' there like
shtuck pig!"
! At last Mike was safely steered into
the parlor and put into the best arm
chair. He presented figure that Woulu
have been ludicrous if it had not peeh
for a dawning sense of reason IN ms
eyes and a constant effort to recover
his usual dignity. He was caKed WITH
mud, hatless, disheveled, and hao
| slight cut on the forehead WHICH
! mingled blood with dirt to make an
| ugly tricl1le down his cheek. Eustat@
brought warm water, bathed the hurt,
bound it up with a handkerchief ana
| put a pillow behind Mikes head Al
most instantly he fell asleep, still hug
ging his roll of paper
Mike moved in his sleep and the roll
fell from his arms. Statia's curiosity,
already excited, could not resist the call
she was Or her knees in a moment
and had the papers spread out on the
floor They contained nothing for her
they were only auction placards am
nouncing the sale Of Dalton's freeho q
farm Johnnie saw. and understood
why Statia remained upon her knees
SC long.
"Come here, darlin?' he said.
"Oh, Johnnie!"
Its nothin', sure"
Did ye know av it?"
"I heerd a word"
why didn't ye tell me, thin?'
"It wasn't for me to spake. Come
here, child"
HE said 'bruk.'"
"Arrah, that was talk. Is 1t Mike
Dalton bruk? Am bruk, bedad? Will
ye come here, Statia, when 1 tell YEP
She rose and looked at him very sad
ly, with brimming eyes.
AN 1 was rale fond of We, Johnnie!"
Mother av Moses! what does the
girl mane?"
II name that a poor girls not for
YOU"
Did I say a word about what ye
had? If ye'd been in rags and begsin'
from dure to dure I'd ave said the
same"
"Ay, but I'm proud" said Statia.
Thin ye should be too proud to go
back an yer word, an too proud to
think the man as loves ye no betther
than a scemin blagyard. I've enough
for both, so come here an be done wild
yer. nonsense
"Il think av it," said Statia, waver-
ing.
III not give ye time to think"
At this point Dalton woke up. He
saw the placards on the floor and for
the first time realized that his own
occupied place in the room.
"It was a dhrame," he murmured,
smiling vacantly. Sure there 1 am,
sittin' quiet in me own house"
His eyes wandered to the placards
again and his brow puckered in be
wilderment.
This is me, sure, not you, said
Johnnie. Il KEN to make call an
got drowned and Statia gev me dhry
clothes, God bless her!''
Mike got on to his feet and pointed to
the floor.
do ye see thim?" he asked. I'm
bruk"
go AMI" said Johnnie. yen buy it
back some day. Live quiet an don't
be so free wild yer money. I've news
fer ye too. Mike palton. Eustatia.'
he pronounced each syllable very care
fully, "is goin' to marry me av
coorse wild her fathers consint''
She was about to speak, but Johnnie
slipped his hand over her lips.
What do ye say, Mike?"
''Tis we'll for her." said Dalton. II
bruk."
Eustatia's arm crept around John
MES shoulder and her warm fingers
touched his neck.
rs amy av thin placardS posted?'
Johnnie asked, gaining inspiration as
he went on.
They'll be up to-morrer"
'How much do ye want TO save the
placer"
Two hunderd pound"
1t was a large sum to Johnnie, but
he only blinked and plunged ahead.
Thin the placards won't go up. I'll
a small price to pay for marryin' into
a good fanily!"
Johnnie Ryan, do we name it?''
cried Dalton, sobered for the moment.
Il do, God help mel"
Mike dropped back into his chair and
covered his face. Statia, all reserve
abandoned, threw her arms about
Johnnes neck and wept upon the silk
waistcoat. 1t was the finest moment
of Johnnie's life.
"Bedad' he said, 'Ill get a shute av
clothes like this, an some day I'll learn
to be gentlemanl" - Charles Kenneth
Burrow, in Longman's Magazine
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