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"I heard, as I was comin' up, that the strike was over and all the men were to go back to work the morn. Ye'll no be sorry to be earnin' money again, I'm thinkin'." Jamie dropped to his knees again, beside his wife and bairn, when the doctor had left them alone. And this time it was to thank God, not to pray for favors, that he knelt. Do ye ken why I hae set doon this tale for you to read?
Polly bein' surrounded by all the good things money could give, and bein' so tender-hearted her heart ached for other young girls, who had to spend the springtime of their lives in the hard work of earnin' bread for themselves and dear ones, and she longed to help 'em to livin' wages, so they could exist without the wages of sin, and too many on 'em had to choose between them black wages and starvation.
I thought I'd made my mind clear enough to Phoebe six months ago." "Look you here now. I be earnin' eighteen shillings a week an' a bit awver; an' I be sure of Morgan's berth as head-keeper presently; an' I'm a man as thinks." "That's brave talk, but what have 'e saved, lad?" inquired Mr. Blee. The lover looked round at him sharply. "I thought you was out the room," he said.
I'm ashamed to go home an' see what's set out for supper. I wish I'd brought 'em right along." "I was goin' to ask if we couldn't git the new doctor to go up an' do somethin' for poor Ann's arm," said Miss Rebecca. "They say he's very smart. If she could get so's to braid straw or hook rugs again, she'd soon be earnin' a little somethin'. An' may be he could do somethin' for Mandy's eyes.
And I spoze they would mebby find it too handy to have all the good fruit they wanted hangin' down over their heads as they tramped along I d'no but it would keep 'em from workin' and earnin' their fruit.
"Well, whatever way you look at it," said the strange old man, "I've a notion I've a right to be gettin' somethin' more out of it be now than boys' wages. Ay, it's time I was. Boys' wages; the lyin' spalpeen." "If you axed me, sir," said old O'Beirne, "I'd say 'twas time somebody else would be gettin' the wages. Isn't there any childer to be earnin' for you?
She said she'd run away from him often, but he'd always found her when she was doin' well an' earnin' for herself an' the child. The people she lived with were often kind and ready to stand by her, but sure, as she says, the kindest will get tired out. He'd broken the spirit in her, maybe, for she showed me his marks on the poor child.
"The only thing I can't understand 'bout Anton," said Slum, suddenly becoming interested, "is that he's earnin' his livin' honest. He's too quiet, an' an' iley. He sort o' slid into this territory wi'out a blamed cit'zen of us knowin'. We've heerd tell of him sence from 'crost the border, an' the yarns ain't nice.
For that matter, the idea of your earnin' it, anyway, even if you took your wages." "Oh, I'd take my wages in a minute, if " Susan stopped short. Her face had grown suddenly red. "That is, I I think I'd rather take the poetry money, anyway," she finished lamely. But Mrs. McGuire was not to be so easily deceived. "Poetry money, indeed!" she scoffed sternly. "Susan Betts, do you know what I believe?
"Cuss 'im," she croaked over her evening drink, to an old crone, as withered and evil-looking as herself, "why can't 'e stop in 'is own bloomin' 'ouse, an' leave mine alone a-comin' round 'ere a-pokin' and pryin' and a-perwenting people from earnin' their livin' an' a-gittin' drunk when they ain't well." "What do 'e want?" asked her friend, rubbing her weak old knees. "Wants?
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