Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1912-05-08

IVAN complete round av the clock,
yer honor"
Where are we?"
"At anchor, sor, off the Fort in Bonn
bay harbor."
"Umm-hm. I'm by way of remem-
bering something of that. What Of
the captain?"
"Raymoved, yer honor, to horse
pittle ashore, sor, to con-valesoe. At
Taste, I'm thinking thot's the word
the doctor used, sor."
o'Rourke pulled at his cigar, re-
garded regretfully the empty glass be-
fore him, and with some visible relUct-
ance put the question that, more than
aught else, he had wished to put ever
since he had eaten.
"And Mrs. Prynne?"
CAV, yer honor!"
whats the matter, Danny?"
"Sure, sor, and akin yer pardon for
spakin' so, and manin' no manner Of
disrayspict Whatsoever"
What the divyle, Danny!"
Danny drew himself up with an air,
pristling indignation. "Sure, and tbs
meself never seen the loike av thin
wimmin for rank ingratichude, sor.
And afther all thot meself had said
to thot black-eyed Frinch vixen"
Danny"
mo, sor, not wan word av ut will
1 widdror, not if yer honor discharges
me wild me usual months notice, sor,
this minute. Faix, didn't / see? No
more and the anchor was down, sor,
and yersilf did to the world IN yer
berth, sor, thin thin two does be after
hail1n' boat and intendin' to go
ashore, widout so much as fare-ye-
we'll, and me meanin' the most hon.
orabIe intintions in the world toward
the maid"
"Have your intentions ever been
aught else toward any woman ye ever
won smile from, spalpeen?"
"Aw, now, yer honor"
Get on with your story. What
about Mrs. Prynne?" demanded
O'Rourke, eyeing his servant curiously
and trying to fathom his but haR-dis-
guised and wholly awkward air Of SELF
esteem. Plainly the boy thought
highly of himself because of some
thing he had accomplished, some ex-
plot of prowess or stroke Of diplo-
macy as yet undisclosed.
"Yissor. was tellin ye It
seemed to me the height Of maneness
she was displayin'. ma'nin' this same
Mrs. Prynne, whin twas mesilf knew.
none betther, how much ye've laid
out on her account and hersif not
waitin' to settle up wild ye-"
What business was that Of yours?"
"'Twas none, sor. But yersiH had
keeled over and was did to ivrything,
and what am for If not to look out
for ye at such times? So
I'm afther sthoppin' thin two just as
they would be lawn their staterooms.
and SCI. Missus Prynne,' szT. me
masther's compliments and he'd like a
word wild yees before ye're gone en-
trely.' And What's this?' sz'she wild
a fine show Of surprise-the dayceyt-
full huzzy!-though I'm watchin' her
and thinkin' she was frightened about
somethin', from the white turn av the
face ay her. Sz'she: otis In the
divvle's own hurry I am the minute
or words to the same iffict. Sz'she:
And phwat will he be wantin' av meT
"A momint's conversation wild ye,'
szT. And sz'she: I've no time. Let
me pass I'll be doing sz'I, .nawthin'
like thot,' for be now I'm thinkin'
there's somethin' deeper behint her
fluster and furry thin mere desire
to BIZ ye-p'rhaps twas this thing In
tc lum I've heard ye mintion. And
ext mint I'm sure av ut, for she
d white as snow in the face and
.ne eyes of her begins to burn like
cold Crane fire and she screams to Ce-
Gle for help and Is afther whipping
out gun to blow me out av her
way wild; but 'tis mesilf thot's be way
nv bein' too quick for her and tahn'
the pistol away; and be the mercy ap
the Saints Misther Dravos hears the
shindy and hops down just in time to
snatch another gun out Of the hand av
that same Cecile, and he grabs the
gurl and turns her into a stateroom
and shuts the dure on her and"
And" interrupted o'Rourke IN q
black rage, rising and turning back his
sleeves-"And now I'm going to give
ye the father and mother OF all
thrashings, ye insolent puppy! How
dare ye lay hands on Idly
"ow, murtheri" chaGtered the boy,
leaping away. 'Be aisy, yer honor,
and hear me out, for tbs thin ye'u not
be blamin' me, but II ye do III take
the batin' widout q word, sor."
VERY well" assented O'Rourke ON