The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1912-02-20
Copyright 1909, by Louis Joseph Vance

garded regretfulfy 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?"
"Aw, yer honor"
What's the matter, Danny?"
Sure, sor, and akin yer pardon for
spakin' so, and manin' no manner of
disrayspict Whatsoever
What the divvle. Danny"
Danny drew himself up with an air,
bristling Indignation. Sure, and it's
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"
NO, Sor, not wan word av ut will
widdror, not if yer honor discharges
me wild me usual months notice, sor,
this minute. Fax, 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
hailin' a boat and intendin' to go
ashore, widout so much as a fare-ye-
well, and me meanin' the most hon.
orable intintions in the world toward
the maid
Have your intentions ever been
aught else toward any woman We ever
won a smile from, spalpeen?"
"Aw, now, yer honor"
Get on with your story. What
about Mrs. Prynne?" demanded
O'Rourke, 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 it
seemed to me the height of maneness
she was displayin', ma min 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 if not to look out
for We at such times? So
I'm afther sthoppin' thin two just as
they would be LAWN their staterooms,
and szI, 'Missus Prynne,' szI, me
masther's compliments and he'd like a
word wild yees before ye'ro gone en-
tirely' And What's this? sz'she wild
a fine show of surprise-the dayceyt-
full huzzyi-though I'm watchin' her
and thinkin' she was frightened about
somethin', from the white turn av the
face av her. SZ'she: "Tis in the
divvle's own hurry l am the minute,
or words to the same iffict. Sz'she:
And phwat will he be wantin' av me?'
A momint's conversation wild ye,'
szI. And sz'she: I've no time. Let
me pass I'll be doing szI, 'nawthin'
like thot,' for be now I'm thinkin'
there's somethin' deeper behint her
fluster and furry thin a mere desire
to blk ye-p'rhaps twas this thing in
too-ishum I've heard We 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 &C.
Gle for help and is afther whipping
out a gun to blow me out av her
way wild; but tits 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 O'Rourke in a
black rage, rising and turning back his
sleeves-"And now I'm going to give
We the father and mother of al
thrashings, We insolent puppy! How
dare We lay hands en- LADY
low, murther!" chartered the boy
leaping away. BE aisy, yer honor
and hear me out, for tbs thin yen moi
be blamin' me, but if We do I'll take
the batin' widout a word, sor.
Very WELL" assented O'Rourke ON
inously. But be quick about 1t, fol
I'm mistrustful of ye altogether. Ge
on, We whelp!"
Danny placed the table betweeI
them with considerable expedition
Jaw, listhen now" he pleaded. "Whll'
Misther Dravos was 'tendin' to Ceclie
this Missis Prynne was scrappln hK'
wildcat, scratching and bltln, an'
tits all / can do to kape her by wrap
pin me arms tight'about her and nolo
in her so, and I'm maxim a grap
her waist whin be accident like VIVA
do catch hold av but something un
dernathe as big as hin's egg
stone she's carryin' round her nech
the same as yer honor did wid tn
Pool as Flame; and be the feel av
7ut's the same entirely; and thin IL