The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1909-05-21
Widow Tipperary's Coup
BY N. wYoKoFF

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When Michael Tipperary went sky
ward on a blast he left behind him
q widow, $500 in life insurance and
Ghree children. For a while the Wild
ew Tipperary was inconsolable; then
dhe returned to her looking glass. But
the children! That was the pity OF It.
Coogan, the saloon man, paid his adj
dresses for spell and was seen no
more. Dinneen, the district leader,
called a few times and never came
again. That they admired the widow,
She was more than certain. That
they were ready, willing and anxious
TO ask her to name the day, she had
NO doubt. That the latter event did
not transpire, she blamed upon her
membranes. For who-'twas thus
she reasoned-would care to wed a
widow, however desirable, when such
venture involved the simultaneous an
1exation of three obstreperous and
unkempt kids? So the widow con-
Ginued to gaze sorrowfully into her
mirror and bewailed the fate that
robbed her Of her prospects.
It was in September that the
Eighth District Chowder Association
held its annual picnic. The widow
was there-alone. In due time she
was introduced to Officer Mulligan,
. handsome bachelor. Officer Multi.
gan was smitten at first sight. For
the remainder of the day he scarce
took eyes Off the buxom lady. TO
gether they nibbled nectar in its pic
mic aspect or hot frankfurter saus-
ages; together they slipped ambrosial
chowder: together they wandered by
the sands Of the sea and watched the
ships as they fitted to and fro over
the sun-kissed waters. Ere long Of
fcer Mulligan, by dint of close ques-
tioning, learned that his partner was
q widow and therefore matrimonially
eligible. She also divulged her adj
dress and he asked her permission to
call In an evil moment she told him
she was alone-all alone in the world.
Whence this tale.
The next morning the Widow Tip
perary held converse with her neigh
nor, Mrs. Doogan, anent the events
Of the preceding afternoon. "It wor
. foine time,'' said the widow coyly,
'tan' met yer frien' Mulligan, foine
mon. Bechune the two of US now,
he had Dyes fer no wan but me from
the time we met. An what's more,
he's asked permission ter call. He's
comm Froiday night"
"But the childer," said Mrs. Doc
gan, Il suppose you know he hates
Ehilder. He hate en- worse nor
poison. 1t wor only last week he ar
rested them Dooley kids fer obstruc-
Elm the sidewalk. He jes' dispises
childer."
The widow sighed YEARLY. "I knew
that So I told him I wor alone"
"How can you kape thin when he
comes to see your.
'TIl send thin away"
"But If he's really serious he'll
come often-and unexpected" said
the practical Mrs. Doogan.
The widow sighed again and be-
came sorrowful
Presently Mrs. Doogan smiled. 81
nov it," she cried in triumph. 'T
nov scheme that'll do the business.
Listen. If the officer ever catches
sight of the childer, and he's shure
to do that, tell him they're not your
chiider at all. Tell him you kape a
school. Tell him they're somebody
eise's childer that are sent to you to
git an eddication. You must coach
the childer, of course. Tell Tommy
his name is not Tipperary at all, it
IL Cassidy. You are not his mother
ct all. at all. While can be his broth
or, another Cassidy. AS for Maggie,
her name is O'Brien."
'T'll do it." said the widow.
In furtherance of the scheme Tom
my was duly informed that evening
as to the new facts concerning his ex-
istence. Tommy was a bright boy:
fourteen years on the city streets had
equipped him with wisdom far beyond
bis years. He at once comprehended
that there was something behind
such precipitate onphanage. "My
name Is Cassidy" he repeated with a
sulirk. $50 you're not my mother,
h It? Willie is me brother and Mag
gle isn't? I knew the last half OF
that before. We're all poopils, are
we? All right, mother-that is to say,
Mrs. Tipperary. You're the boss and
If you said my name was Dinnis I'd
have to take 1t with thanks. Only
please let me know when the game