The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1900-09-16

and then. patting the pink flushed cheek q his
bride. he sat down. as II he had finished his
story that ol,,. asked the short-nosed young
no. Ion'y want ter say dat dat mus didn't
kiss her-not In a hundred years Why annee ~ ~
sees me list In time. Well he slung a blum at me
by sittin' on de table an lettin' one OF his leet
es The wanted a scrap Sec !: Who are your
None o. yer Irish business, he ser.
1T ANTI see, eittin, ready ter soak him.
mo, Il amt he sez. but III tell yer; I'm
Punk Flanagan he seq. DO you want any
We'll, fellers. I'D heerd o Punk Dey call
wuz a bloke wot fought he could, scrap, an !
odders nde game. Hooked at Priscilla, a., see
her little hands a shakin' an a trembhn an
de color comm, an, s99in' IN her lsGe man an I'M
me mind dat deere shouldn't be no troubleLat
least, not in her room%-'specally when see she
at de- 1 spoeer 1es al ~de de- CORNER err Of de street
Babes great fist again, looking dehantly about
the sP PSSR T II shf nta followed me out to the head
of the stairs an seq he Look here, wots de mat
t Ss, yiG youi ws Xop ri t'i S1bi yS Ssr se dc a. sS sat eu moH %sS
We'll, f%eilers, when he made dat crack at me.
face, wild ouriy-cies Of hair i%qilinE ali over i,
peekin' troo de door, an a blue frock. y
hadn't been fer dat blue froGk. p.raps wonidn !
ha' done wat | done, But II made me tlnk oi
dat big slob tryin' ter drive over her In Grand
sons bic fst' and tbs time il found It's way right
IN among his fingers, and stayed there,
After I'd licked him good an ne had tumbled
sen, ali breathless like: You are awful. But
he deserved 1t. didn't he? Do you tink he's
hurt?' abe sen.
Then she takes %annudder long breath. an
she set; You are splendid, u,r,od tor 90
dem blokes you see on de curtains Of t'eayters,
Wild swords an !hremen's, helmets on, lookin'
like dey fought dey owned der huh ward. But
Priscilla she held on ter me arm. an she wills
pered 'Rehe. don't fer my sake So let de
sucker git up, an den. Jist rs he WI R9in' outen
de level2' | sel. An he looked up at me, an
nodded his nut, an den he went out widou'
I went back to de room wild Priscilla, an
I told her dat II | didn't marry her ! wouldn,,I
parry ~ n99s s' 3a f s,Gh Ssv | I afd sa q H9 hef.' n sSi
couldn't help it. | list had ter say dat, or sw9l,
Ter me teeth. She se1 a few things 10 me, an
seq a few more ter her, an den her muddel
down ter de old woman, tellin' her dat I'd saved
her life an dat she'd told me she'd he my steady
"oh, Babe. expostulated the bride S whEos.
that she could not have withdrawn II. ever
had she desired to do so, .
Oats all right. Priscil'. I'm tellin' di'
straight. When / went outen de house dal
e%venin' who should. I meet at, de corner bp'
Punk Flanagan. I fought he wuz layiT
fer me, an I wuz sorry. fer | didn't feel TX
o. feel de warm fingers Of Priscilla In my hand
just like dey are now. But Punk give me
surprise, He come up ter me, an he seq. sci
ne Babe, I W wrong he seq. an ! go
list wot wuZ comm ter mo when YOU chuckec
me down them stairs, Come an take q drink
An we did. I took somethln' soft, an ht
called fer beer fer himself, an neider one o
us said muffin about Priscilla" .
do you ever see anything Of Punk Flanni
gan now" asked an inquisiiive Young lady
Babe sat down AT the end Of his narration.
"Oh yes, dat reminds me, folkeses. want
ter i%nterjuce to yer me pertickler tren'. Pun
Flanagan"
And the short-nosed young man arose, will
a sheepish smile, and bowed to the company
as his name was thus mentioned.