Staunton spectator and vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1896-1916, 1909-08-13

move Mrs. OLeary. Mike did not
know.
There's heap more tay in the
taykittle,' she said, rising. "Oi be
going to see Alderman McGinnis.
Oil be back gin ye're done atm"
She found the alderman at table,
and resolutely declined Mrs. McGin-
Miss hearty invitation to take a bite
"Oi KEN in about Wildly OLeary,"
she explained, shortly. Where be We
thinkin' they'll move her to, Mister
McGinnis?"
II don't know" he said; some
where on the other side of town, like
enough They'd move her anywhere
to git rid of her"
"An' be it thrue We won't be elected
if We don't git her off tn strate, Mister
McGinnis?" she asked eagerly.
True as you sit there, Mrs. Nc
CURE" said McGinnis
Listen to the mon." said Mrs. Nc
CURE amiably. well, mebby Wildly
Mcclure kin do thing or two yit that
all ye great vans can't. Me bye
Moike has the heart av him set on
gettin' on tn foorce, Mister McGin-
mis-, an woes me if We lose mkt year
sir. Do We give me your worrud, sir,
that me bye goes on tn foorce, an
Oi'll tind to Wildly O'Leary, sir"
Mr. McGinnis laid his knife on his
plate and swung his chair around.
IF you make Mrs. OLeary want to
move, ma'am, I'll put Mike on the
| force next year. You have my word
| Mrs. MCGUIRE" he said.
Mrs. Mcclure drained her teacup
and arose.
"Oi'll do it," said she, and she did
She dropped in on Widow O,Leary
the next morning, taking her a quar-
| ter pound of tea, and easily led the
conversation to Mrs. Terry's visit and
| Widow O'Leary's long postponed re-
| turn call.
But it's beyant me. Missus OLeary,
| how We can bear to be missin' the
| chanst to dhrop in on her an take a
| fri'ndly cup O. tay, whin the chanst is
thrown at your fate loike," she said
reproachfully.
Mrs. O'Leary puffed at her pipe "Oi
niver heard av the chanst," she said.
do ye be foolin' wild me, Missus Nc
guire?"
Shame an We for sayin' the worrud,
Missus O'Leary," said Mrs Mcclure.
Far be it from me to be foolin' wild
ye. But it's not me as Wud think
| chanst to roide right to her dure as
foine as if OF had me own carridge,
Missus OLeary
"Talk sinse, Missus Mcclure, please,
ma'am," said Mrs. O'Leary. "Hev we
gone loony, talkin' O. cartridges to the
loikes av poor WILDLY loike me?"-
Mrs. MCGUIRE shook her head sad
| ly. "Oi dunno phwat to think av ye,
Missus O'Leary!" she exclaimed. but
mebby We dunno where tn city wants
to move ye?"
Mrs. O'Leary shook her head.
Think O. that, now!" said Mrs.
Mcclure. can they didn't tell YET
Mary befri'nd us! Why, where but
over tn hill, ma'am, to foine bit O.
ground wild grass to kape the pig fat
all summer, ma'am. OF wud loike to
hev shanty along side av We there,
ma'am. OF wud SO! But twas not
that OF was thinkin' av, Missus
OLeary, but how you'd go to git there,
ma'am. Roight past Missus Terry's
dure! Think av that, now! Here
ye'd sit loike Teddy in your own
shanty, ma'am, wild the shanty goin'
along the strate aisy loike, not know
in ye was movin' at all-at all, an
lookin' out av the windy a-seein' the
soights. An whin We got to Missus
Terry's very dure, ma'am, they'd wait
till ye made a fri'ndly call an took
cup O. tay, loike! It's envyin' ye
OF am, ma'am."
She sighed deeply.
Mrs. OLeary laid her pipe on the
table beside her and arose.
"Phwat hev OF been thinkin' av,
Missus MCGUIRE" she said, mot cook
in a sup O. tay for ye! Is Moike
well these days? A foine big lad he's
got, OF hear. An mebby If ye be
passin' by again the day, Missus Nc
CURE, dear, you'll have bit O. black
thread in your pocket. Oh hev great
tear in me black dress. ma'am, an OF
w'u'd not loike to be calm on Missus
Terry in rags an tatters."
"Moike," said Mrs. MsGuire that
night when her burly son swung up
to the door, you'll be swingin' club
as grand as a king mkt year. It's
foine yell be lookin' in blue, wild rows
av brass buttons on befront an he