Middletown transcript. [volume] (Middletown, Del.) 1868-current, 1905-09-09

OF. with more fun i'll them, than being
lived up in an Office from morning I'll
night, such weather as this"
"I'm sorry for you, Doris, said Mrs.
Murray, who had just come in from the
kitchen. "If our ship only would come
in: but''-and she sighed little YEARLY
-sTm afraid it has been wrecked on
Robinson Crusoe's desert island and gone
to Davy Jones's locker
sOh, there now, mamsey, don iets
be blue. You know like to be steno.
and be independent, and feel that, as
Emerson, or somebody else says, ! insist
on myself Subsist, too. Why,mamsey'
that's a pun Do you realize what
brilliant daughter you possess ( Us
nothing but the arrogance Of tile mercury
trying to get too~high up in the world
that gets me out of conceit with myself
as one of the representatives OF Labor
with big L. Be sure you always think
OF it. in connection with me, as big L.
How do you like the looks Of that horny
hand p" Doris put out small, soft
hand for her mothers inspection-a hand
that was firm and indicative of character
as we'll. It had, on one finger, faint
purple stain which had come from intl-
mate association with atypewriter RIBBON
Mrs. Murray smiled as she pushed the
hand to one side. Doris" she asked,
sscan't you get along with just one Of the
dresses this week Mrs. Ollalloran
can't wash for us to-day. Mary will have
to do the laundry work and shall get
dinner
.sOf course can but Why can't Mrs.
O'HalIoran come? ?"
"She's here, already, but she's sight
to look at, and she says she believes every
bone in her body is broken. I'd sooner
90 over tile wash board myself than ask
her to-"
"Has that scoundrelly husband OF hers
been beating her again = cried Doris
fercely.
"Come out and see her. she has the
appearance Of having come out OF cy-
clone"
Doris rushed out into the kitchen,
where the unfortunate Mrs. O'Halloran
was detailing her woes to the sympathetic
Mary. As Doris made her imptt uous
entry, Mrs. O'Halloran was saying:
"And | says to him, Tim, you desarve
the whippin' post. You're disgrace to
the mother that bore you and tie lard ~
your birth, you miserable, bow-legged,
drunken shpalpeen. Sorra the day that
iver saw you, with the lynn words on
your desavin' tongue. Bad cess to you.
but I've the notion to be gettin' bill
and get shut OF you entirely, and for
keeps says l. And with this, he drew
off and hit me over the eye with fist
that was hard as Jim Jeffries's. Says he
You will, will you 2 and with that he
struck me above the other eye, and give
me Job on the jaw and knocked out two
OF me teeth, and kicked me SC n'alons.
Oh, that liver my Tim, that is one Of the
swatest, kindest b'ys that iyer came out
Of old Ireland, when he's sober, should
trate me SO whin he's drunk"
Mrs. O'Halloran concluded by burying
her face with its two discolored eyes and
the ''jabbed" jaw, swollen to double its
usual dimensions, in tile blue check apron
she wore and burst into uproarious weep
ing.
'sMrs. OHalloran," asked Doris sharp
", "why don't you get a divorce from
that worthless brute y
Mrs. O'Halloran suddenly stopped
weeping, and lowering her apron, looked
at her Young interlocutress i'll surprise
and Indignation.
"And it is my Tim as you be's calm
worthless BRUTE Miss? There's niver
a kinder heart than his, nor a jollier fel-
low than Tim is when he's himself and
sober. It's the dhrink that makes haste
OF him-that's ALL.
ssAnd | should think that would lie
quite enough" said Doris disgustedly
"He'll kill you one of these times, If You
90 on living with him, and then he'll be
hung for it, or acknowledgements"
'It's aisy to see you'v niver been mar
ried, Miss. There's somethin' about yer
heart wlin you're married to man that
won't let you be gettit'. up and PAWN
him for small knock or two like thin
Tim gives me"
"Where does he get lis liquor? You
say he's been out of work for long
time.'
"Where ? Mark the word iv me, Mss
Doris, dhrinker can always get his
dram. No matter if the childher and me
was starvin' and lie couldn't get us bite
to ate, he could always get his whisky.
It's thrue that most Of the places where
Tim used to gnzzle has shut down on him
now, but he's still one gin-mill down on
the levee where he can get dhrink steady
as clock work. He's got the promise iv a
Job on the railroad soon, and Jock Liddy
is a-thrustin' him on the score il that "
Doris ground her white teeth in a
frenzy Of rage. Oh, the shame, the in
fanny, the disgrace Of such things Why
did God let them be? "Who owns the
building where Jock Liddy is 2" asked
she. =
"a vera fine ginteman, Miss Doris.
NIisther Mark Whittlesey, the same as
owns the shanty we lives i'm
"Why don't you tell him about Jock
Liddy, and ask him to turn him out@'
asked Doris.
Mrs. O'HaIloran laughed shriiIy. "Did
YOU think, Miss, he ever comes a-near
the likes Of us? We bea'n't the com
pany for society gintleman who's a
howlin' swell. He sinds his agent Ia
collect the rint. | did say something 10
the agent one day, and says he: You'd
better shut up, if yon want to stay here.
Oh. it's no Hse-nothin' isn't no use.
They've got their licenses, Miss, and M
body can't preyint Thin from maxim
Tim drunk as a lord whinever they
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