The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-03-05
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youI lbttutlOus ever Deen
aught else toward any woman ye ever
won a smile from, spalpeen?"
Jaw, now, yer honor"
Get on with your story. What
about MRS. Prynne?' demanded
ORourke, cycling his servant curiously
and trying to fathom his but half-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.
Visor. was tellin' We II
seemed to me the height Of maueness
she was displayin', ma'nin' this same
Mrs. Prynne, whin twas mesilf knew,
none betther, how much we've laid
out on her account and hersilf not
waitin' to settle up wild ye-"
What business was that Of yours ?"
Twas none, sor. But yersilf had
keeled over and was did to ivrything,
and what am ! for II not to look out
for ye at such times? So
I'm afther sthoppin' thin two Just -
they would be LAWN their staterooms.
and SRI, 'Missus Prynne. Sci, me
masther's compliments and he'd like q
word wild yees before yer, gone en-
tirely.' And What's thisr sx'she wild
q 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 av her. Szshe: IT'S in the
divvle's own hurry am the minute
or words to the same iffict. Szshe:
And phwat will he be wantin' av meT
"A momint's conversation wild ye,
SCI. And sz'she: I've NO time. Let
me pass I'll be doing, SCI, 'nawthin'
like thot,' for be now I'm thinkin'
there's somethin' deeper behint her
fiuster and furry thin q mere desire
to blk ye--p'rhaps twas this thing in
too-ishum I've heard ye mintion. And
the next mint I'm sure av ut, for she
goes white as snow in the face and
the eyes of her begins to burn like
cold Crane fire and she screams to Ce.
out a gun to blow me out av her
way wild; but tbs mesilf thot's be way
av bein' too quick for her and takin
the pistol away; and be the mercy av
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
CURL and turns her into a stateroom
and shuts the dure on her and"
And" interrupted ORourke in a
black rage, rising and turning back his
sleeves-"And now I'm going to give
ye the father and mother of all
thrashings, we insolent puppy! How
dare We lay hands on LADY"
low, murther!" chartered the boy,
leaping away. BE aisy, yer honor,
and hear me out, for It's thin yen not
be blamin' me, but If We do I'll take
the batin' widout word, sor."
Very WE'LL" assented O'Rourke ON
inously, But be quick about it. for
I'm mistrustful of We altogether. Get
on. ye whelp!"
iohhy p'oNNu ehS tdbit DclWttH
them with considerable expedition
Jaw, listhen now" he pleaded. while
Misther Dravos was 'tendin' to Cecile,
this Missis Prynne was scraDpjp' like
wildcat, scratching and bitin, and
tits all can do to kape her by wrap
pin me arms tight about her and hold
In her so, and I'm maxim a grab at
her waist whin be accident like what
do catch hold av but something un.
dernathe as big as hin's egg-a
stone she's carryin' round her neck
the same as yer honor did wild the
Pool as Flame; and be the feel av u,
ut's the same entirely; and thin I'm
sure It's the same and thot some soul.
duggery's be way av hayin' been put
upon ye."