The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1909-03-17

q match betWixt the two OF uSE
"Faix, I'VE heard that--I have been
havin' a double dose of il, an it's
no more to me likin' than to your own"
Thin Why don't you tell thin SO.
We big gawk. instid of takin' 1t like a
great shape
.Bedad, it's black In the face rye
been talkin'. an nc manner at all Of
good, for 1t would be a dale easier to
move the mountin' than herself wilin
she's takin wild inything."
He brought out his pipe and COM
menced to fill 1t with the air Of one
who had ceased to look with any en-
joyment upon creature comforts.
An me father TUX wild the saine
complaint, sayin' hen have his river
ence at me, an bringin' the disgrace
on him. groaned the exasperated
Biddy. "Och, it's wearin' me into a
faverl"
She dropped her menacing air, and
drew a little closer to her companion
in misfortune.
TITS heart sore ! am at it all, for
I've been spakin' wild a bhoy from
Ballyrane since a wake befure Christ
mas"
An it's meself," said Con. dismally,
that has been thinkin' OF Norah Ma
loney longer than that"
"Norah Maloney! She's a quare. big,
bouncing crathur. Well. ye're in luck's
way, for there's plinty of her."
"What do you mane?" demanded Con,
wrathfully.
"Mercy on us. Kape your timper
now. What'll We be sayin' in that
great mountin--'
'I1l be thankin' We to kape a civil
tongue in your hid. There's more thin
wan that says Norah Maloney is the
finest crathur in Donegal
d they now?" with a look of inno-
cent surprise that raised Con to boiling
point. Thin it's not meself that will
say wan word more. an it's meser
that hopes yen git her, big an all 81
she is, an you cabin not bein' I'VE
large naythur. Well, I can't stop wit
We. for I'm afther watchin' for Larry
Doherty passin', sayin' that he's beer
workin' at the Great House, an Tn
wearin' for a sight of him."
Larry Doherty! Bedad it's aisy Il
place We are wild that little quarter
fardin' of a tailor; sure 1t 'ud take
swim of the likes of him to make var
dacent size man"
Biddy's gray eyes flashed ominously
I'D a dale rayther have his little
finger than my great s~ix-footed gawk
like yourself"
"vould We, now?' said Con, rather
taken aback at such an attack upon
himself. well. there's iverywan to his
taste, and yell have to be mindin'
Larry whin We get him, Or maybe yell
! hc fraadin' ~ him oaNin' hcse or
SMALL
"Ill be biddin' ye good evenin'--Ivs
no time to waste colloguin' wild the
likes of you"
Nor meself. But the little tailor,
Hivin help him, Is like to have the
worst of it. not that he'll be short OF
nadles whin your tongues handy"
And with the unusual honor of the
last word, for indignation had sllenced
his adversary. he went on his way
with his mind divided between his own
misfortune and the bad taste OF some
other people.
For some time the two victims OF
parental authority and matchmaking
kept vigorously apart, but at last a
common grievance and a desire for
sympathy brought them together.
Very much to his mothers satisfac-
ton he took to hanging about the well
at the times that Biddy came there
with her cans. But he talked of little
else but his own misfortunes and
Norah MaIoney's cruelty, for, after
rating him soundly for .'sivin' in like a
wake blade of grass she a bade
him 'niver show the tip of his nose
widin a mile of her windy"
Deed an ] wish / could be aftlier
sayin' the very same to you meself,' .
was Biddy's uncomplimentary com
ment. twisting her pink apron round
her pretty bare arms. TITS heatr sick
l am whin / see you come up the Dor
reen. for it's another that I'm wanting
sore meself."
AN it's not wan fut's pace thai Id
be comm If it wasn't for herself wor.
ryin' me-" said Con. with quite un-
necessary heat.
''Och, Con, dear. whin l caught sight
of you settin' here a while since mt
heart came nto me mouth, for sure
you had a look of Larry in the bind
of your HID
.Bedad, an that's news to me- SAID
Con, getting scarlet in the face. "Tiit
divil a bit of me is like that little. name
cross-eyed snipe.'
There's no need to be afther calm
him crool names, an hyin' into a blacl
timper,'' said Biddy, with such un
expected meekhess n with such {
little catch in her breath that Cor
was disarmed and set about comforting
her.
"Sorra another word will I say
mavrone,'' putting his hand OF he
shoulder with an encouraging pat. IAN
I'll be dom my mortal thing you want
An If a bit of a message to the littl'
tailor now 'ud be doin' we my name
of good, I'll be his way tomorrow ant
I'll he after steppin' In for ye."
I'D take 1t kind of We, Con-. An
ye'll be tellin'. him that I'll be thrue
an If they take me body to the chapel
it's me heart that will be stoppin' VII
HIMSELF
"Bedad, and will that same be
J dacint thing to sayY asked Con
scratching his head with a rather scan
ldalized air
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