The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1905-05-14

Joined NANNY. after a searching
glance. but, sure, your friend is not
But intend to be- said Gray laugh
| ing.
Intend to be- repeated NANNY sar-
| cestiea1Iy, and sure for why? Ye ara
a gtntleman and would be like a duck in
| the Sarahy desert amongst the spai-
poems in that business. Why, boy. I've
run a railroad boarding house for years
| and I've seen hundreds Of them come
and go over my threshold One day
with a. foine suit Of clothes ard a jag
| on and the next with their feet on the
ground and their poor knees stickin'
| through their trousers. It's the life of q
| dog and yellow one at that. me boy.
| Today sound and hearty. tomorrow
| smashed into flinders or bowling on
| hospital cot. Sick, 10 home or mother
/ or sister to go to. only an old bear ike
| myself to smash a dirty rag on your
feyerish forehead whilst the Hies eat yer
alive. Take an aud woman's advice
and turn tbs broad of your back on the
whole devils Job Of It."
THANK you, Mrs. Sullivan
Don't Mrs. me boy" interrupted that
lady with a shake of her massive
head. .T'ra Nanny Sullivan TO all of
my boys
well. Nanny" answered John, the
familiar word casting a shadow OF
faithful black face across his mind. 4T
| think I'll like the work and I'll risk the
rest
Like IL All. boy, then I've no more
to say. You are not the first lac who
has stood there and said those words
Well. may your ending be better than
many Of theirs. But. how did you come
/ to find me. J"
I'VE met an old friend and schoolmate
of mine who directed us here answer
ed Howe.
| And who was hep asked Nanny
4sNiIl Mason, Or as be is better known.
Grille
| "GirIier' yelled Mammy. q wrathfuI
| CLEAN in her eyes. and If I'd known ye
were a friend of that numbering villain
the kettle would have followed ye down
the steps ten minutes ago
What's the trouble?" asked Howe in
surprise.
Trouble. came the wrathfuI answer.
| Sure that same young devil Is the both
| er Of me life. The beautiful face and
ways of him have got tangled up IN
/ my heart.strings. so I mourn over his
devilment like fool mother. He viii
come in swearing drunk. start a fight
| with the first man he stumbies over.
break up half of me furniture or come
| in the kitchen here, scare me cook off
of the job and make junk out of me ket-
| ties and pans. Then in the morning
when he has slept of his wholesale
Istoek he viii come TO me with the look
! of saint on the face of him. Then
when I tell him to get the devil out
OF here. he will say something TO me
In the swate bIarneying voice OF him.
Then I'll look into the pleading blue
eyes of him and whilst, perhaps, I'm
| thinking how they look like the sun on
KiIlearney, an arm will steal around
my old neck, and the swatest voice in
the world viii whisper. Poor old Mann
my. its too bad. I'm sorry. then-weu
Grille stays on
Here some heavy missile crashed
against the dining room door. Nanny,
dasfing the tears from her eyes, sprang
with amazing aIacr1ty for one Of her
| avoirdupois--to IT, threw IL open, then
Selling the heavy chair lying upon the
floor, threw it with one sweep of the
| wrist back. erect into its vacant place
Then stood arms akin1bo. fercely sur
| veying eight demure faces ranged
around the table. From eight bronze
| faces eight pairs OF eyes met hers IA
gentle surprise.
What's the matter. Mammy?'' asked
one Of the group sympatheticaIy. Has
the range dropped its crown sheet. or
has the potato and coffee pots had an
head ender? You look excited. Take ss
easy, you will never gain flesh IL you
bound into gentlemen's presence cyclone
Istyie-'f
"Tu cyclone you." yelled Nanny.
shaking her fist in the speakers face.
You land pirates and roaring buns. I'll
teach you to heave a chair against ny
kitchen door"
only a gentle reminder broke IN al
other gently. "of the sad fact that it's
ten minutes past IL and the oil cloth
IS yet running light
its light in running, is it, Ed Ryan,"
answered NANNY. world OF wistfu1 in
curry In her tones. well, it's not right
to interfere with anything light in this
stock pen; don't worry. my boy. Devil
a plate will darken il before 6 o'clock to-
night"
Disregarding the pleading voices and
. outstretched hands. Nanny turned to
the surprised Howe and Gray. saying:
Let the heathens howl Sure a fast
will do them good. Come with me, my
boys, and We will have Irish stew-a
howl from the penitent ones-"and a fine
JUICY roast &nOIn9F 81 DS-
| seeching sentences. Say, Nanny.
you don't mean it''-"Don't rub it in
And Irish stew day at that" But I'M
needing Nanny sailed majestically be-
hind the fortunate pair into the kitchen,
when. after locking the door, she said,
with a sigh OF relief, I'm glad Grille
was not there. He would have stole
the whole dinner whilst I was calm
| the rest DOWN
: The boys had hard time to convince
: the generous old soul that they had just
dined, and at Gray,s suggestion set out
TO look the yards over leaving Nanny
: quietly enjoying the coveted stew, I'M
= ruffled by the pleading faces emitting
woefuI plants Through the transom.
Il What do you think of it?' asked
Howe, as they reached the street.
II never enjoyed anything more, an
Il swered Gray. laughing. Il wonder II
she viii Teient.
II doubt it," answered Howe. There