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

MOTHER says Sne. ana, says Sne,
"Dlnny, Id advise ye to look after
that calf for it's sufferin' sore Did
We hear that groan out of it, says
she.
"Thanky, thanky kindly, Bid, for
your nice words. Och yes, I'm go
in to doctor the calf; | sent wee
Johnnie Eamonn over the hill an
hour ago for Neddy Pat Ward, the
cow-doctor. He'll soon be here, and
he'll leave the calf better than new
again." says he.
I'm intendin',' says Bid, says
she, ito call round by the graveyard
and say the rosary over your poor
mother. God rest the poor woman!
Dinny a bhuachaill, did ye ever in
all yur born days see better fit
anyhow" And Bid was walkin' the
floor and holdin' up her skirts.
One would think they grew on
your feet, Bid,' says Dinny. "But
that isn't all My poor mother sayed
moreover 1T is my last desire and
request that my late husbands Cous-
in, Bid Managhan, should, as a
slight token of restitution for the
evil | have wrongfully done her in
my heart, have my best linsey-wool-
sey skirt which hangs in the corner
over the outshot bel,' and accord
ingly." says Dinny-he getting up
and stretchin' to the corner over
the out-shot bed, and reachin' down
his mothers lovely brown linsey-
woo'sey skirt to the astonished Bid
Just slip it on ye over your own
skirt, Bid says he; It'll he the
handest way of carryin' it.
Poor Bid. She couldn't speak for a
full minute with the downright dint
of the astonishment, only just hold
out her skirt in her hand, as far
away from her as she could, and
gaze at it.
And when she came to her speech
es, "Maise, may all the angels and
saints and holy pathriots,' says she
unite together in carryin' your Door
blessed and pious mother, body and
sowl, str'ight to the heavens hall
door"
bad snuff say | again to tha
calf" says Dinny, says he, with
his groanin' and gruntin' there; he
has no more manners nor breedn'
than if he never was brought up
about a Christian house"
Restitution" says Bid, says she,
for evil done me In her heart! 1t
was surely the ravin' of daith that
must a been on the poor woman,
for after all the pious ami heavenly
thoughts with which the poor bliss d
woman's heart was crivanner, there
wasn't room for midge to wink
one of its eyes. Restitution, inagh!"
"Oh, she wasn't by any means a
bad, hearted woman. me mother,
says Dinny modestly; nor though |
say it who maybe shouldn't, was she
a woman that was ever given to an
ill-tongne or ill.temper, or TO thinkin
bad of any mortal under the sun
says he.
"Ill-tongue or ill.temper," says Bid
with hot Indignation as she stood
in the middle of the floor and Sip
ped the linsey-woo'sey over ner
head; | would just like to see the
individual who'd even to Your sanity
sowled mother, ill-tongue, ill-thought
or ill-temper. I'd like, | say TO see
that individial-that impident and
lying individal!' says Bid, shaking
her fist at the air and. grindin' her
teeth "Dinny,' says she. I'm be
steppin' on for Uncle Andy's. "rl
look a whole swell in such a skirt
and boots. Uncle Andy's people II
not know me at all, at all I'm go
in to call round by the graveyard,
Dinny, to say two rosaries for the
repose of your bliss'd mothers
sowl"
'Tu be forever thankful to We"
says Dinny, says ne.
Don't say thanks, Dinny," says
Bid, SAYS she, solemn, IF you don't
want to insult me-"
And as for me poor mother look.
in down at We from the threshel of
heaven, she'll pour blissin's back !
upon We till ye're soaked to the skin
with them and wade home wetshod. |
But, Bii. through me departed |
mothers grace. ye're goin' to be a
still bigger swell yet. afore We start
Tor your Uncle Andy's."
What says Bid, says she aye
lont surely name for TO say"
Il name" says Dinny, says he,
e. s.,