The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1900-06-24

thinkin' what a mortal nice present it
'ud be to make to we, an consequently
I'm goin' to offer meself to be hung in
the jintleman's place"
"Arrah." says Una, gettin' up an
thrown her arms around his neck;
"Arrah. Rody. Rody! me own darlin
! Rody! it's the jewel iv a man ye are!
loved we with all the veins in me heart
afore; but now / love We ten times
more Rody," says she, have We sent In
yer offer YETI"
Rody sayed mo"
"Then, Rody, pulse iv me heart" says
she, ''get into yer coat, an don't let the
grass grow undher yer heels till ye're at
the jail Here We are" says She lifting
his coat from the peg an shown it on
him
"Una. Una" says Rody, an the poor,
poor fella, near cryin'-"Una." says he,
.'it's dark an it's damp an it'll be time
enough to give in me offer be the morn
in"
"Time enough" says she, shown him
out iv the door; "time enough lost the
scone. If We wait till mornin' some other
man ill have the foreway in We. God
bless We, now" says she, IAN run as if
there was ten OWLS afther ye.'
When Rody got back she had fine
warm supper for him. "An ye must go
to yer bed as soon as We ait it, Rody"
says she, $50 that yen be fit to rise in
good time 1t 'ud be a owny poor thing
entirely if | was to lose five hundred
| poun' by yer sleepin' few minutes lon
ger nor we should, in the mornin'."
81 have been thinkin," says Rody, "as
Plaise step out here with me till |
| come back, thinkin' that, afther all,
I'm afeerd | cant get hung the mora. "
For why? Rody McGinn," says Una,
| amazed.
Just" says Rody, "bekase 1 haven't
such q thing as linen shirt. An I
wouldn't take all the land We could see
| from the top iv Carnaween an go afore
the audience II be gathered there from
far an near an get hung in an QUIZ
WOODEN shirt like this. None me family
| ever got hung in wooden shirt an
| it'll not be upcast to me that l was the
| first to disgrace me family"
Una waited to say niver word, only
threw the shawl about her head an
| run out She was back in short time
an threw a fine white linen shirt upon
| the table "Rody," says she, ''never fear
me- I'll not see We bait"
For the love iv heaven" says he, Una
where did we git that?''
| con the priests hedge says she; it's
| case iv needcessity, an the diyl a
sin it is. even if he is the priest. Rody, .
| says she; trust me to see We through
/ this business with credit"
| Poor Rody shook his head sadly But
another bright thought sthruck him.
| I'm remimberin' now" says he. "I
owe twelve an sixpence to Tom Hogan,
an couldn't go out iv the wurru' with
| that on me sowl.''
Borrow it off wan iv the neighbors an
| pay him" says Una.
| ''Peuts, woman!" says Rody eye
might as we'll climb an apple tree to
gather wall flowers. The neighbors
| hasn't a penny"
Wait a Bit" says Una, an out she
dashed again with the shawl on her
shoulders, an was back in small time An
| from under her shawl, when she came
| back, she produced a box an tumbled its
| contents, which was coppers out on the
| table. an counted it.
"The Lords good till us, Rody," says
| she, then there's Is shillings an three
half pence in it.
Poor Rody picked up the empty box,
| which she had cast Until the fire, an
| looked at it. It was the poor box from
the althar steps.
Poor Rody shook his head again, an
went off to bed
But he sayed till himself, una, ill re-
| pent yet. when she thinks iv herself.
| An if he went to bed atself. it's little
he slep' that night. An it's still less he'd