Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-01-28

q white streets of Manila with {
III fury that to the perspiring sol
diers was more annoying thar
Spanish bullets. Sergeant Flynn hat
sighed gratefully as he entered the
kitchen of an English resident, will
whose cook, Bridget Maloney, he wa.
on terms of ardent friendship.
Be it said in Difference to the ser
geants taste and Bridgets charms thai
the damsel was not typical cook il
the matters of age and weight, only ii
culinary skill. Bridget was hardly more
than twenty-five, and her face was fail
and her waist as trim as any to be seer
on the dancing green at Donnybrook
But, though her eyes were blue as the
softest summer skies, they could, too
dart lightnings on occasion, and soor
the sergeant found those flames dane
ing disconcertingly about his devoted
head.
"Will ye have the goodness to tell me
thot aging" the soldier asked plain
lively after Bridget had exhausted her
self by pouring forth flood of clio
quence that was more vigorous thar
lucid.
"Sure an it's mesilf 'as aready spoke
me moind," Bridget snapped.
can yer father?" the sergeant haz
arded.
Eyes, me father! Ye know i'm, I'm
thinkln', an betther coachman nivel
cracked whip, though it's mesilf says
it as shouldn't"
Eyes, sure an know 'im," the ser
geant assented YEARLY, for he had nc
admiration for his prospective father
in-law. "But what is the matthor vic
'im?"
"Nothin' at all, at ALL" was the Wig
orous retort Its all thot fri'nd ay
yours, Pirate Casey be name Faith
an thot limb av Satan dhared to call
me father a drunken scalywag, an e
thritened to knock lis 'ead off av i'm
Sure thots rale nice thing to ave
sphoken av an agid parint. If ye're O
man, Yell knock the 'ead off ay Casey
:" love av me-"
"Rut, Bridget, mavourneen," the ser
geant replied in much distress, "be me
sowl, I can't do it."
cam ye dhare to sit there, eatin' the
cake I made wild me own lands, an
let me father be insulted be man moi
'alf the soize av ye! Ye're a coward
Mike Flynnw
Sure, I'm not a coward, but I'm no
goin' to lick Casey, not for nobody"
Thin / repate me remarks, Mr.
Flynn, ye're coward, wild no NOR,
sphunk than 4 squeakin' rat, an v,
can whistle fer wife whin We wan
one, but It'll not be Bridget AIaleney
I'm thinkin'. She'll have no man who
'asn't cart to defend an agid parint."
Burst an agid parint!" cried the
sergeant recklessly. He rose to his
feet and attempted to bestow a chaste
salute on the damseps lips, an effort
that resulted in his being soundly
cuffed. Under this treatment his ardor
cooled, and he retreated toward the
door. With his hand on the latch he
turned to say:
"Per'aps I niver told We, but it,
truth Pm tellin', thot Casey saved m,
loife once in fight. Casey can MOI
up the floor wild thot howly parint az
yours, but I'll not lay me 'and on i'm. u
BE all the saints, never saw man
SO chicken hearted; afraid to stand up
to man no 'igher than the stomick
ay We! Sure, an yer an ornament to
the army. Did We liver see the loikes
av 'im," she continued, addressing ar
imaginary audience while pointing the
finger of contempt at Flynn-"a soje1
for tin years an niver scratch on the
finder skin av i'm! Sure, if liver 'e's
touched at all, at all, it'll be in the
back av i'm" Then again she turned
to the disconsolnto roroonp4.