The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1908-07-19

/, Seldom can 1t have borne two mud
fidier persons than they were az they
stood together in the brilliant July
sunshine. For Sylvester was clad from
head to foot IN black. pcaty miTe. and
Teresa had been abundantiy bcspat-
litered with the same.
Glory be to God that you're out OF
| 1t, anyhow, she said. painting "Elft
| how, in the name OF fortune, are you
latter gettin' into ii and what sort OF
| an ould houle Is 1t, Mt alp
lroplied: Sure now, belize i wasn't
rightly mindin' what 1 was doIt,., and
that might be the way 1t happint. But
tho sort 1T is. Is the blacklist ould
divil OF murtherin, mud-houle In tke
width OF ireland. Bad tuck to I'll II
IL wasn't only for yourself comm
along, swa1lied up 1t had u,s the very
same as our nisfort'nit cfatilur OF n
calf 4.
"Ohi SO that's where the red Here
ford went to! Teresa exclaimed, with
interest. And all of us wonderins
what was gone wild it,
"There now,slet 1t out have. syl-
vester said, his disconcerted expression
much obscured by e many barred visor
OF mud. But sure, daresay you
rlhIhlbi We WEI Gil y 10alA
to let on about It., in case any person
might BIO risin' the laugh agin us and
the grand new waterin'- place we'd got
for to drownd our bastes In HANDY
that's what they'd say. Ant. they wild
no more notion there was e'er such n
thing IN 1t all the while than we had
ourse1ves.
People that are in great hurry
entirely buyin Ian behind other pco-
pies backs do be very apt to find
quare things on 1t. ! should suppose"
quoth Teresa, pointedly. Perhaps st1e
could hardly have been expected not
to take advantage OF the opening he
had given her. Having thrown her
dart at him she turned away. and be- ss-
gan to tug at tho tethering-pin.
sylvester stood watching her rue-
fully His aspect was both pitiablei
and absurd, as tho murky ooze drippcd
from the garments which had so near
~ dra gged him to muddy death. "A few.
white gtreaks still showed In his
short-slceyes, like the bars in mag
pies wing: otherwise lie gioonily
plotted the brightness.
",Deed. then. Teresa Walsh he saId,'
well enough / know your father does
be thinkin' bad OF me father gettin,
beforehand wild him in relation to this
bit OF field that's 5fuIl up OF stones
and furzes. II there was notf,ln. worse.
But bedadt now, the poor man was in.
tendin' no harm. And at all events,
meself had neither hand nor part In
the matter nor wouldn't; that's the
truth I'm tellin' you. So no cali you
have to be thinkin' bad OF me. and
lookin. as II 1t was some discripshin.
OF little weasel or rat you seen runnin'
alongside the road. and we goin' to
mass or market. and ne'er a human
crathur at ALL. ss ~
Aye. that's the way IT Is wild you.
And be tho same token. Teresa. II
MANN you are to- be cross wild me
ever. I'd as lief you'd let me go to the
bottom there. body and bones. and no
more talk about It"
At this Teresa hastily rose to her
feet. and faced him with Indignation.
MAY God forgive you. syi Dockrell.
for sayin' such a thing. You that had
right to be giyin' praises to the
great Goodness that It's standin' o,,
firm land you are this minyit. and not;
lyin, down yonder choked under the
blaek water. Keepin. whist you'd