The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-06-16
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asked.
SEARCH mel" responded the Shrimp.
Him" said Mrs. O'Brien. with the
air of Importance of one who knows.
Hes Mister Crawford, Mister Nal
lory's partner. so yez had bitter be on
yir Dist behavior whin he's around. He
won't stand for amy %foightin', Oh kin
tell ye."
Then, her curiosity getting the better
of her, she asked:
"Phwat loike a lookin' man is hep
Fair lookin'. If you likes 'em big an
mushy,' said the Duke. But most
| wimmin' Hive known as preferred EN-
small an jaunty."
And, rising. he struck a facetious
pose by placing his right hand or his
chest and raising his right foot until
only the tip rested on the floor.
Nora tossed her head CONTEMPORARY.
II think he's real handsome" she de-
clared.
Did yez see him yit p questioned her
mother, surprised.
Yes, l did" said Nora, proudly. and
I spoke to him, too. He's a real gentle
man, and took off his hat to me-"
TOOK his hat off to yez?" for hiv'n's
sakei' calculated the old woman.
At this ONE the door opened, and
O'Brien entered.
Still at it, are yez?' he said, as he
hung up his cap behind the door. B
the looks av things it's looky Dim
here, or it's no brikfast I'd be havin'."
1.-THE ash is fine. sir
volunteered the Duke. Gould l trouble
you, Mrs. O'Brien?'
O'Brien too the outheld plate and
deposited 1t on the table.
"Yez has had enough an to spare.
Begone with the lot ov yez!" he COM
manded.
Patrick, Oi'm SURPRISED at yet" ex-
claimed his spouse, intervening with a
motherly air. "Phwat's the hurry?
Lave the poor darlin's nave their fill. f"
"All roight, woife,' assented O'Brien
r~esignedly, and he seated himself at
the table, while Nora FASTENED to pour
out his coffee. After a while, however,
he said as though it had just occurred
to him:
"oh, mother, Danny and Mr.. Craw-
ford's goin' to step in on their way
from the stables for a cup av yir cof-
fee. They'll be here in a minute
The woman gazed at him in wrathful
establishment, and her demeanor under
went an entire transformation
TITS a wonder yez wouldn't say 81
instid of kaping 1t to yirsilf all thii
tonne" she said, witheringly. Here
you bhoys, skedaddle, the lot av we
Do yez want to sit attn here all day?'
And she waved them toward the doc
/. with a peremptory gesture, which the,
: lost no time in obeying. Nora already
at the announcement of the coming Of
Crawford, had vanished upstairs.
Now, you, Nora, clear off the dishes
an you, too. Patrick. Don't be talkin
an watchin' me do all the wurruk,'
went on the mistress of the house, al
though her husband, putting on his
knees so as to make room the plate
she had given him, had opened his
mouth to say a word. Moral NORA
Drat the girl! She's upstairs primpin'
agin. She does nothin' else the live
long day. OF declared"
Lave the choild bel Doan't be nag
gin her" protested O'Brien, with auda-
cious petulance.
His better half turned upon him with
icy dignity.
when Oi need yir advoice about me
own choild, Oill ak we for IT, she
said. Here, give this a twist while yir
oidlin'."
And, s%natching the plate from him,
she thrust a coffee mill into his hands.
O'Brien did not relish this summary
ending of his meal, nor was he pleased
at being pressed thus unceremoniously
into the service of preparation. More
over, If there was one job he disliked
more than another it was grinding cof-
fee in the absurdly inadequate utensil
employed by the women of the house,
hold, all of which brought him into
prompt acquiescence in the view that
his daughters proper place was in the
kitchen helping her mother. Wherefore
he In turn lifted up his voice and called
loudly for her. Mrs. O'Brien. with dis
concerning alacrity. changed her atti-
tude and capped the first snub with a
double revenge for the reproof under
which she was still smaFting.
Cant yez Fave her alone?" she
asked |scornfully. ITS the queer girl
she'd be entoirely If she didn't want to
spruce up a bit whin a strange young
man ONE calm"
But Nora had responded to her faith
er's summons, and came down hooking
the waistband of her skirt.
81 never saw such a place." she
"A person can | even get
time to dress in this house. What do
you want now?"
"Here, groind this coffee" ordered
her father.
"Groind it yirsilf. Patrick" inter-
posed his wife sharply. Il want Nora
to set the table for Mr.. Crawford
Whatever O'Brien's thoughts and
feelings may have been, he did not
give utterance to them. Perhaps words
failed him or, what was more likely,
he had learned by long experience that
silence in the end paid better nan ar
gument and compliance h resist
ance. So, filling his pipe, he went on
stoically with his task.
Nora. however, was in no mood for
docile obedience. She was harboring
what she imagined, especially since
she had seen the gentlemanly stranger
from New York, to be a crying griev-
anee, and was bent or airing it.
I'm sick and tired of it," she de-
clared.
"sick and toird Of phwat?'' queried
her mother, stopping and cycling her,
her arms akimbo, while the girl sulkily
went on getting the clean cups and
sauctrs.
"Of this work" said the girl.
"An' why shouldn't we wurruk. ord
, loike to know? Ye're a wurrukin'
mans daughter. OF wurruk. An doan't
yir sister wurruk, poor girl?r