The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-01

/ N''A va holt q AtN PISS al NdhN
of me shoes whin | come home
tired in tn eyenin', an watch tn
childher as they played around tn
fire an pull me whiskers, an want
ed me to hear their a-b-abs an their
rithmetic an geography, maybe va
ryin' it be havin' in a few friens
occasionally f'r a game o shpoil
fiyes.
so | use t dhrame. Thin things
begins to come my way, an tn
bank-account begins to grow. An
you begins to read tn fashlon-notes
in tn Sundah-papers an git tn so
ciety boog. Me forchune grows great.
er' an me comforts grows CORE
spondingly less. An tn more money
| makes, tn more unpleasant is me
surroundins. An at lasht, whin |
onnoch' rally wants to shpend me
dayclinin' years in reapin' tn froots
av me indeavors-whin | wants to
shpend me old age in peace an com
fort, I'm stheecred into this morgue
that We calls home, wild divvle tn
childer to pull me whiskers, r div
Vie tn whiskers f'r thin to pull.
r diyvle tn pigs to lind IA homelike
touch, an maybe not chair in
tn house to fit mans frame; f'r
in some av thin We must set up so
straight ye feel like ye was gittin'
yer pitcher took, an in all tn rest
ye must lay down on tn broad av
yer back like wan av thin chow
fers that dhrives thin racin' otto
mobeels."
His wife sat silently watching him.
with hands folded stiffly upon her
lap, thin-lipped, sharp-eyed. He con-
tinued, bit uneasily. and very dog.
gedly:
"As I've told ye-th' Lord knows
hay NANNY time befure-I'm gittin'
''Sh Vi II WILL SlNh vi 1t. is VOG
late f'r tn childher now. Too late
But maybe tbs not too late fr some
ay tn other comforts. Les move
out o this sarcophygus we're livin
ln-'us too much like Grants Tomb. |
Les hove tn little place down Coon.
ey Island way, an buy a few com
ftable chairs, an some pigs, an lave |
me take off me shoes nights an |
me pipe, inshtead o. dhress- |
in up like Dutch waiter in beer |
garden. | never was cut out f'r a |
Harry Leer; an 'tis too late f'r me
10 change. I've KEEP out av yer way
all | could while you was thryin'
TO climb into the social shwim. I've
Shtayed out at tn club until | was
so shleepy they've had to carry me
)ut an put me in a cab an sind me
home"
He caught a suspicious CLEAN in
lis wifes eyes.
"Shleepy, ] said" he asserted. hot.
y. And then, taking up the thread
If his discourse, with a manner a
ut more uneasy, and yet addition.
lily logged:
I've walked tn sthrates until fow.
II in tn mornin' because / was
lfraid to come home an shpol tn
istivities, NOT KNOWN but that you
vas settin' here all alone, waitin'
+ people that nivir come. Tell me.
lag-l name Marg'reet, how nanny
rapciptions, feets
an parties in gin'ral
lov We giv?"
His wife deigned no reply.
'Fifty?' he persisted. "a hundred?
l hundred anyhow. An how many
'eople iver come 10 amy of thim?"
The rouge upon his wife's cheeks
'lazed with added redness. but 9th.
'rwise she gave no sign she had
eard
Not wan,' replied Mr.. Casey
n answer to his own query. "Not
dom wan. Ye towld me so YER
elf. An we've ben thry;n' it fr-
e me see, me cousin Robert Immitt
led in sivinty-nine-G Grover Clsye.
and was illicted in eighty. eight
veil, long enough TO know hat We
ant make good, anyhow. An all
his time we've ben liyr in his
Dbl storage warehouse en- LG.' Av.
10. neighbors to tn Gools an AS ,
hers an Vanderbilts, VIII not a wan
thin payin as much attention
us as they does 10 tn coz on tn
ate. Amt We about ready 10 I'd.
lit that ye're licked, Ma8-I name. 9
larg'reet? Amt we aoout ready 10
axe tn count an quit tn ring rr
ood?"
There was a touch OF pleading
athos in his voice as ne finished. /,