The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1900-06-26

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, Itody, me own darlinF
Rody, it's the jewel iv a man We are!
| loved We With all the veins in ME heart
afore; but now | love ye ten times
more. Rody,' says she, have ye sent in
yer offer YETI
Rody sayed no"
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, hfting
his coat from the peg an shown it on
him.
Una. Una" says Rody, an the poor.
| moor felIa. near cryin'-'Ina," says he,
| "it's dark an it's damp an it'll be time
enough to give in me ofier be the morn
in"
Time enough says she, shown him
out IL the door: time enough lost the
scone. If We wait till mornin' some other
man i'll have the foreway in we. God
bless ye, now says she. an run as II
| there was ten divils afther We
When Rody got back she had a fine
warm supper for him. An yc 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 I'D be a owny poor thing
entirely if | was to lose five hundred
poun' by yer sleepin' q few minutes Ion
ger nor We should, in the mornin'.'
II have been thinkin'." says Rody. cas-
Plaise step out here with me till |
come back. thinkin' that, afther all.
-. ar,orJ cont 90 hl,np tha mora -
.For why? Rody McGinn,' says Una,
amazed.
Just" says Rody, 'bekase l haven't
such a thing as a linen shirt. An ]
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 oul'
WOODEN shirt like this. None me family
ever got hung in a wooden shirt an
it'll not be upcast to me that | was the
first to disgrace me family
Una waited to say niver a word, only
threw the shawl about her head an
run out. She was back in short time
an threw o fine white linen shirt upon
the table. 'Rody," says she, "never fear
me. I'll not see we bait
''Fo the love iv heaven says he, "Una
where did we git that?'
con the priests hedge says she; it's
a case iv needcessity, an the divil q
sin it is, even if he is the priest. Rody,
says she; trust me to see We through
his business with credit
Poor Rody shook his head sadly. But
another bright thought sthruck him.
I'm remimberin' now" says he. 81
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 tc
gather wall flowers. The neighbors
hasn't q penny.
"Wait a Bit" says Una, an out she
dashed again with the shawl on hel
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.
1.-The Lords good till us. Rody," says
she. then there's 13 shilling's an three
half pence in 1t.
Poor Rody picked up the empty box
which she had cast Until the fire, an
looked at it. 1t 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
nent vet. when she thinks iv herself"
An if he went to bed atself, it's littl'
he slep' that night. An It's still less he''