The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1911-09-28

An what did me little bantam do but
90 afther that big bully like me saint
ed namesake afther tn snakes in tn
ould country. An he wiped tn gut
Their clane wild him. An whin l was
fur LAWN me CORNER the la-ad come up
to ME an says, Say, mister, wherein
l be flndin' a place to Shape tn nightT'
Over beyant be tn river there's a lot
OF boxes says l. 'Aw, tell wild boxes
says he; it's a bed I'm wantin'.' An
what'll tn likes av We be doin' wild u
bed| says l.. 'Slapin', av course says
he. I nivir slipt In a bed, but l got
lots av money now, an I'm wantin' a
bed FIR tn night How ould are yer
l asks. Ten years. says he. An
where have We been Twin? Nowhere
says he. Who's yer payrints| Amt
got any, says he. 'Who've We been
Twin widY Nobody says he. 'Shure,
ye're a Quare c%usthomer.' says /. An
who owns yep 4 own mesilf,' says he
Thin come home along av me tn
night says l, An here he is. An
now" Patrick concluded sadly, 'he
must be goin', fr there's no room f'r
him here
Think shame to yersilf, Pathrick
Finn" Norah cried holly, Ito be think
In av sendin' a poor, motherliss little
spalpane like him out into the cold
worruld!"
While Patrick chuckled within him
self over the success Of his diplomacy
Norah fell to her knees and drew the
boy to her ample bosom, at which
unaccustomed tenderness the frozen
springs of his childish heart were
melted and Bob burst into a torrent
Of sobs.
"Husha, husha. me de-arr," crooned
Norah. There's no made to be cryin'
Shure, We aren't to be lift alone. ulvir-
more, nivirmore."
Bob drew back from her embrace
and, stamping his feet, cried:
"lll never cry again-not-another-
dam'-time!"
"Whisht, ye little spalpane" Norah
laughed. Don't We be swearin'"
Amt he tn little divil!' Patrick
slapped his thighs delightedly Bob,
shake hands wild Molly and Kathleen,
an make yersilf at home"
Bob obeyed.
Some hours later Patrick, bearing a
candle and accompanied by Norah,
crept upstairs softly to the spare bed
room where Bob, face downward, re
posed in uneasy Sunderland in a
bed. Norah sank to her knees by the
bedside.
9TH poor, poor la.ad!" she murmur-
ed, laying her hand gently on his
shoulder.
Bob groaned and in his sleep shraDk
from the touch. The movement dis
placed the Observation-Disclosures
and disclosed a black and blue shout
der.
9TH little spalpane!' Norah whis-
pered tenderly.
ITS not from hghtin', | warrint ye,"
Patrick whispered. IT'S OF his back"
Don't you hit me again, Jim Thomp-
SON. Bob screamed in his dreams
when I'm big I'll kick you"
III llllIt ulNl, L i'm lloDti GU
compassionately,
Hes like Paddy 'ud "a BEEN" sob
! bed Norah.
"Arrah. Norah. dariint, ye do be max
in a fool av yersilf over tn la-ad that
was nivir BORN" Paddy was the boy
for whom the Films hearts had al
ways longed, but who never came.
With deep satisfaction Of sou Bob
opened his eyes on a new day.
"Ill stay here" he said aloud.
And stay he did, Bob, in the AFRO
gance Of his boyish egotism, taking
Films, big hearted and instinctively
hospitable, 1t never occurred to wonder
at the boys presumption. The arrange
ment thus tacitly established proved n
happy one
SO it was that when Policeman
Finn set out that noon to his duties
Bob accompanied him, to revisit yes,
terday's battlefield. where henceforth,
by right Of conquest and Patrick's pro
lection, he was to reign supreme. And
when the days work was done to-
gether they returned home to Irish
town"
A few days later their bonds were
finally riveted.
1t was Saturday night, and the fami-
ly Of Finn was gathered in the
kitchen, which was also the living
room. Over the table in the corner
Bob counted the earnings Of the week.
To this task the assistance OF Molly
and Kathleen was needed. since, alas,
Bob's notions Of arithmetical values
after the sum Of ten was reached were
hopelessly vague.
"Three dollars and ffty-three cents
Kathleen announced proudly.
He'll be layin' aside a bit Nv 1t, a
dime or a quarther mebby, fr tn
sisters whin they come, won't We,
Bob? -Norah suggested piously.