The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1901-09-06
With a View
to MatrillOnY.


Can I dew anything moar for ye.
Sally?" said Bob Heron, the cowman,
to his sister as he finished banging the
mud and muck" OF the mats against
the clubhouse wall.
why. whatever ha' come to yer
said his sister. "D'ye want anythirg"
For years Sally had taken upon her.
self the unenviable task of looking aft
er her old Aather and Of 'mothering'
her three younger brothers. Her eff
forts to keep them going in food and
clothes were wont to meet with more
unmerited abuse and foul language
than any return in the shape Of atten-
ton. gratitude or help. This she felt
the more as she was q woman with
ideas of refinement that were unusual
in the neighborhood Of Frogsthorpe
and took to heart the complaints Of her
great loutish brothers that ''they
hadn't got moo mother" Bob's desire
to assist her in any way surprised her.
"Narthen to sigerfy." said Bob sheep
ishly. Cant dew narthen moarT'
Sally hustled about and deity tidied
up the kitchen. Out of the corner Of
her eyes she watched Bob hanging
around uncomfortably with an evident
wish to ask something and reluctance
to make a start.
"Shall l sluch the bricks down for
ye" inquired Bob.
"Come an do" said Sally. "Tell US
what tits. Surely to goodness ye amt
afeard."
"Wrl We prarmus not to put the grin
on tew me-" Rob asked.
"Why, what should want to do that
forT said Sally, who was getting in
quisitive and knew the only way to ex-
tract Information from her brother was
to evince no curiosity. But just as ye
like. can't keep muddlin about here
all the mornin."
81 want ye to tell me what to say"
Bob gasped out.
Say? Say what? Whatever are ye
talkin about? l don't know the meanin
ont"
swell! There's a gal!' Bob began
nervously.
"Ah. There's plenty O. them" said
Sally, uAconcernedly.
"I want ye to tell me what to saay in
a letter." burst out Bob. "Lor', Sally,
she's greet wench; She's bigger'n yew.
Har hairs that black! 'Tain't like
yarn" sally was fairJ "She's big as
me. An har eyes! Lor', har eyes fare to
goo right trew ye they be Sc shiny an
sc black"
"A love letterY said Sally. "No. Bob,
1 don't know nothin about love. l
amt goin to mix up along O. no love-"
moo, noor' expostulated Bob.
"'Tain't come to that yit. But see har
brother t'other daay, an he axed me to
goo DOVER an see har, an l axed him II
l should write an tell har wuz aeon
in, an he said as he'd find out"
"D'ye want to walk out with her.
then? said Sally.
81 doan't knoo azackly As yit," Bob
answered. "D'ye think she'd make a
good wifeT
How can l tellY' asked Sally. with
some show Of reason. do l know
her?'
Moo" said Bob. But she bain't like
yew. She's a strappin wench, an my
missus 'ull hev to wark to help TO arm
the grub"
do she wear a fall an gloves" ask
ed Sally slyly. reminiscent of fraternal
circumstances at her own occasional
lapses into gentility.
THAT she doan'w said Bob. "She
shan't wear moo fail nor moo gloves"
yell have to treat her different to
what you do me-" said Sally, cor she
won't pat up witt"
I'll trate her prarper," Bob prom
ised. "She shall hev all the grub she
can get down har. but she shant heV
moo bare nor stout. They doan't dew
We a might O. good"
Bob was an adolescent valetudina-
rian in his way and was just then
strong on total abstinence.
81 wouldn't write no letter." said
Sally. That's dangerous. She might
hey We up for breach O. promise"
"D'ye think soo% said Bob, who In
all ceremonial matters was guided by
his sister.
That 'ould be best-to see her." said
Sally. How often hev ye seed her"
81 doan't knoo much on har. an tina IS
a fack," admitted Bob. shes In sarv-
ice out at Chetbridge, an har brother
sxed me II ia like to goo oover."
well. that appears funny to me-
unused Sally, keeping her countenance,
but chuckling inwardly. What dye
want to write fOrT
I'm a-gooin to dew the thing prarp,
err" Bob explained. Not saam's as
yew an var chap what never: came to