rs. McGuire, also of Irish extraction, who had been a widow for forty years. Mrs. McGuire was a tall, raw-boned, angular woman wi

o contemplate running up under her sun bonnet to escape from this wicked world with

a fence of green poplar poles where they thought the fence should be, hoping that it might serve the double purpose of dividing the lots and be a social barri

n of few words, that she lavished the whole wealth of her South of Ireland hatred, for

, with a storm of far-reaching and comprehensive epithets. She gave him the history of the Watson family, past, pre

d when she stopped, not from lack of words,

McGuire, y

back, with a still more el

and when it was drawing nicely he took it from

e here, and ye'd jist have the throuble o' movin'. Stay where ye are, Pat, wherever ye are." He walk

tle Watson who went out to get a basin of water out of the rain barrel, to wash the "sleeps" out of his eyes, dropped the basin in his as

rly little bird, ran back

She's robbed us! a

others. Wee Tommy, who was a little heavier sleeper than the others, could find nothing to put on but one overshoe and an old chest protector o

d the gathering forces. She had often thought out the s

toes on her ground. If they wanted to stand there gawkin' at her, they wur welcome. She always did like comp'ny; but she was afraid the childer would catch cowld, they

sted for revenge. Bugsey Watson forgot his Band of Hope teaching of returning good for evil, and standing on t

cco, chew

spit

ire, old

nit

aw comfort from an old clay pipe

d himself face to face with Mary Barner who stood spell

hind an elevator, where half an hour later Pearl found him shedding penitent

y in tears was in need of consolation; Bugsey was

Mrs. Francis never knows what ye'r sayin' to her at the toime; ye could say 'chew tobacco, chew tobacco' all ye liked before her; but what for did ye sass o

er go to Band of Hope again. Taffy or

' Miss Barner anything. Even if I'd kilt a man and hid his corp, she's the very one I'

sm. Seeing the object of her solicitude up and about, she would have returned without knowing what had happened; but Bugsey's remarkable musi

t passed between them neither of them ever told, but in a very few minutes Robert Roblin ran gaily homeward, happy in heart, shriven of his s