Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-01-27

Indeed, an my name comes glibly to ye,
doesn't it, or rot?"
by George, 1t does. Seems to me likes
"a if I'd known you. Nancy, for the last
fifty years"
Well. the quicker We get rid o. that no.
I IN the better. Who are We, or what are
We, or what's yer business here?"
That's right, now. 1 like that Nancy.
That's coming plank down to business at
once. Well, I'm Tommy. I'm a harum-
scarum good-fornothing (at least, SO the
old woman says, and she should know, and
my bushes here is to court YOU
Nancy flung the cEurn scrubber at him
by way of reply TO his audacity, and
Tommy caught it deity. He dismounted
from his position, and, approaching Nan
cy, returned the brush with mock bow,
head, saying:
Perhaps you would like to ease your
distressed mind by Furnishing Tommy"
Nancy, without any delay, drew him
across the head smart whack of the brush,
causing him to jump up with a yell, and
execute Il good imitation of an Indian war
dance around herself and the churn. rub
bing and scratching the back of his head
the while
That's foryer impertinence," Nancy said,
when he quoted.
''Oh. you duck, Shouldn't 1 like to be
thrashed every day ever I'd rise by just
such a vision as your sweet SELF
In throth,' said Nancy, IF We provoke
| me to go practIcin my wrist we again
yen may be find it's little Of the vision S
about it-or at least it's the sort of vision
that laives blisthers behind it."
Nancy, avourneen, it's I knows that;
for already there's a blister on my heart
the size o your shoe-the size O. my own
shoe, l mean
BE off, say, or I'll rise them the size O.
your head-an' that's big enough-on the
ribs of ye. Be off, tell ye!"
An 1 can't go, 1 tell YET" accompanied
by such travesty on an ogle that Nancy
was compelled to laugh.
1t wasn't enough for yer mother to
warn me against We, suppose. and tell me
the sort Of villain ye We're, and the thricks
ye do be up to-.
Nancy, agrah, I wish the next time you
| find my mother preaching against courtin,
1 wish you'd just only ask her quietly If
she never did it herself, and did she get the
man sent down from heaven in a hand
! basket of a morning."
/ Go ask her yourself, ye rascal. Aren't
| ye every bit as big an as ugly me to do
| the business?
"Ah-h-h, Nancy. avillish,"
| 'BeSone. for the common nuisance We
| areH' And by means of very vigorous as
| sault him with the scrubbing brush
| Nancy whacked him out of the door and
| slammed it in his face.
As she got at her work again he was
sending parting salute through the key
! hole:
Eyes. Nancy. darling. I'm gone-gone to
| patch together, as best l can. the smithe-
| reens of a smashed heart. With that cruel
\ brush of yours you've made very small
| pieces of 1t. If l can get 1t into any sort
of presentable order I'll be back for an
| other coort tomorrow. Till then, adieu!'
! Then the divil go with YET" Nancy
shouted.
! "A purity boy indeed We are" she went
| on, smilingly, soliloquiZing she wrought.
! "A purity boy, throth. an small wondher
| yer own mother had to warn me agains,
We. II We come TO keep me from work the
mora I'm afeerd 1t isn't the scrubbin'
brush I'll be usin on We No, I'll be afther
| takin to We somethin' a thrifie weightier-
somethin thatll make ye larn yer place
| an keep it
| He's been interfering with you, 1 see.
| the rascal that he is.''
1t was Alexander, the bashful, who sur.
prised Nancy this time. Only Nancy noted
that, though solemn enough he did no,
look quite so bashful as he had done in hi.
mothers presence.
'Ha, ha. hal Nancy laughed mot g
bit of interference, only just crackin' a Joke
TO keep me from feelin long, afther home
lntherferin'? Hagh! not him, He wouldn't
intherfere with mouse, do believe It's
the gay heart, an the light wan he has
God bless him.
*Homesick
And So" Alexander said moving close
up to Nancy, and looking into her bsue eve,
sympathetically, land SO you are feelin,
| long and lonesome after homer
| "Ach, not much-not muchr' she said. 4,
tone which, interpreted, meant-"A grea
deal"
We'll. now. Nancy. my DEAR and h,
laid a hand gently on her shoulder Nancy
my dear, We must do our best to be kline