The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-12-23

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Father Pat, when he was admirin
il, called it, | blieve, Cashmere
shawl; but as Widow Meighan owned
it. she had the best right to know;
and she called it a "Cassimeer.
There isn't any mistake about it,
it was a delight of a shawl; and
every womas from the top of the
parish to the foot of it consented as
much when they rolled their eyes
and wished to Heaven that Provi-
dence had sent them such another
But it wasn't Providence who sent
it to Mrs. Meighan at all, al all It
was Particular McCue who fetched
it home from America to her pres
ent from her daughter Annie in Phil
adelphy; for poor Annie, God bliss
her never forgot little kindnesses to
the mother who reared her. Many's
the pound note, and many's the
two pound and three pound, and
sometimes even five pound, she sent
home to the mother out of her lit
tie earnin's from the stranger
And whenever a neighbor boy or
girl came home again from Phiadel-
ply just for look at the oul' coun-
try, to see was it there still or how
was it gettin on, little Annie never
missed but she sent some kind of
wee remembrance to her poor
mother. This time it was a Cassi
meer shawl, the most lovely one
you ever dropped your two eyes on,
she sent her. And, Mrs Meighah.
mavish in May and as proud as
lords lady. Half of the parish
thronged to see the shawl, and Mrs.
Meighan herself earned it to the
other half; and the poor woman
nearly lost her Sleep altogether with
the excitement of the thing.
She was mortal fond of gossip and
going about, anyhow, was the Widow
Meighan. She was a hardrworking
woman in her day, in troth; but
when she got the family dhragged
up, and that she saw them all shift
in for themselves-eas and west
and not one of them forgettin' her,
or forgettin' to give her a helpin
hand, she was at aise with herself
and the world, and could afford TO
go gostherin with the neighbors;
and it was herself knew we'll how
to enjoy that same.
But she usually did her visitln' in
meer came. Then her visitin, as ye
may well suppose, knew neither sal
son or raison, one or other. And
when her son Dinny, who remained
at home with her, workin the wee
farm and holdin' the roof over them
both. would come in from the Nor.
aist Park at diner time, ravenous
with the fair dint of hunger. and
find the hearth black and neither
sign nor token of a dinner, and
hear that his mother was doin' pad'
role with her Cassimeer in the up
per end of the parish, Dinny, poor
boy. began to suspicion that the
same Cassimeer was going to be
sore trial to his temper; and he
wished in his heart that it was an
armchair poor Annie had sent his
mother, or something like it, to keep
her at home.
Il wish to goodness" Dinny said,
there would come daicent thief in
to the country
"Musha. for what, Dinny a that's
ge?" said his mother.
Just mother" said Dinny, that
he might steal your Cassimeer
shawl"
"Arragh, Dinny boy, but it's the
bad heart ye nave, says the noun
er, "for to be wishin' i'll to the beau
tiful present your poor sister-may
God watch over her among the sran-
ger!-your poor sister sent me all
the way form the States"
'1f you, mother says Dinny, says
he. come in from 4 .ard mornin's
work behini spade, and the stom-
ach of ye cryin' for It's dinner, and
that We found neither trace nor track
of dinner afore ye, but found me
who should have it waiting, piping
hoJ for We, gone ga.livantin' off to
the other end of the parish to show
the neighbors a new pair of Cassi-
meer trousers (suppose) that my
sister Annie had sent me. a present