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Updated: June 11, 2025
"He'll never beat you more, mammy, now?" "No, darlin'; nor he never did, barrin' when he didn't know what he was doin'." "That is when he was drunk, mammy?" "Yes, Atty dear." "Well, isn't it a great thing that he can never get drunk any more, mammy; and never beat you any more; and isn't it curious too, how he never bate me?"
My carriage was also nearly ruined. If you choose to make a race-course of the public highways you must abide the consequences. The damage I have sustained I cannot estimate at less than one hundred and fifty dollars. Indemnify me for that and I will go no further. Otherwise, I shall be compelled to resort to legal action. "SILAS SIMMS, Atty."
"You, darlin'? oh, no, he would rather cut his arm off than rise it to you, Atty dear; and it's well that you are so good a boy as you are for I'm afeard, Atty, that even if you deserved to be corrected, he wouldn't do it." "But what 'ud we all do widout my father, mammy? If anything happened to him I think I'd die. I'd like to die if he was to go." "Why, darlin'?"
The reply was very low, but still quite audible "Yes, darlin', I I will I will for you, Atty."
Now, the boy was never in the habit of speaking when he was spoken to, or of speaking at all, with the exception of the words we have already given. On this occasion, however, whether the matter was a coincidence or not, it is difficult to say, he said in a quiet, low voice, as if imitating his father's "Daddy, won't you come to bed for me, for your own Atty?"
Little Atty, who had heard the conversation already detailed, begged his mammy not to send him to bed that night until his father would come home, especially as Mat Mulrennan, an in-door apprentice, who had been permitted that evening to go to see his family, had not returned, and he wished, he said, to sit up and let him in.
Yes! the Spaniard's rapier passes under Cary's left arm; he bleeds. "A hit! a hit! Strike up, Atty!" and the swords are struck up instantly. Cary, nettled by the smart, tries to close with his foe, but the seconds cross their swords before him. "It is enough, gentlemen. Don Guzman's honor is satisfied!" "But not my revenge, senor," says the Spaniard, with a frown.
"No, darlin'," she replied; "not a curse but my father and mother both died, and did not give me their blessin'; but now, Atty, don't ask me anything more about that, bekase I can't tell you." This she added from a feeling of delicacy to her unhappy husband, whom, through all his faults and vices, she constantly held up to her children as an object of respect, affection, and obedience.
Art, in the mean time, stood a little beyond the fireplace, with a small beach chair in his hand which he had made for Atty, when the boy was only a couple of years old, but which had been given to the other children in succession. He had been first about to break it also, but on looking at it, he paused and said "Not this this is Atty's, and I won't break it."
About twelve o'clock in the forenoon he asked to see his wife his own Margaret and his children, but, above all, his blessed Atty for such was the epithet he had ever annexed to his name since the night of the melancholy accident. In a few minutes the sorrowful group appeared, his mother leading the unconscious boy by the hand, for he knew not where he was.
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