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I'll work my fingers to the bone f'r you, Jacob, to the bone. You're my only hope. For Christ's sake let me hope a little longer!" The thought that she was coming to me to save her from the results of her own sin never came into my mind.
"You are a foreign tyrant, Riley I shall never yield to you." "Furrin fiddlesticks I'll lave th' whole mess f'r ye'er mother ter see when she gits home, d'ye mind." "All right, Riley; I'll wait for her here." Again the old man retreated, his indignation increasing as he waited for the return of the motor-party. Mrs.
'I do not wish to be harsh, says he, 'but if I wanted to charackterize these here nature writers, I wud use a much shorter an' uglier wurrud thin liar, if I cud think iv wan, which I cannot. Ye take, f'r example, What's-his-name. Has this man iver been outside iv an aviary? I doubt it. Here he has a guinea pig killin' a moose be bitin' it in th' ear.
They'd seen th' Colonel at th' last p'rade an' they'd decided that 'twas high time they disthributed copies iv 'Death in th' Bottle; or, Th' Booze-Fighter's Finish, among our sojery. Whin they got up there they seen a large bunch iv our gallant fellows makin' a dash f'r an outlyin' building, an' says wan iv thim: 'What can they be in such a hurry f'r? That must be th' chapel.
"An' so he comes up to where Sagasta is kind iv throwin' th' ca-ards idly on th' top iv th' bar'l, an' Sagasta pipes him out iv th' corner iv his eye, an' says to himsilf: 'Oh, I dinnaw, an' thanks hiven f'r th' law that has a sucker bor-rn ivry minyit.
'I'll take it in, he says, 'an' seal up th' hated Castiles, he says, 'so that they can niver get out, he says. 'But, he says, 'I'll lave a hole f'r thim to get out whin they want to get out, he says.
To the right the road continued up the main valley; to the left it went over the ridge. "Well, boys," began Smith as they grounded their muskets and looked away up the valley, "here's where we shake hands. We've marched together a good many miles, an' now I s'pose we're done." "Yes, I don't think we'll do any more of it f'r a while. I don't want to, I know."
These brave men, employed be th' taxpayer iv America to defind th' hearths iv th' tax-dodger iv America, supposed be all iv us to have consicrated their lives to upholdin' th' flag, were at heart votaries, as Hogan says, iv Aloes, gawd iv beer. "F'r a moment th' ladies shtud dumfounded. But they did not remain long in this unladylike attichood.
'He niver offered to enlist for th' war, he says, 'but 'twas Clancy put Terence on th' polis foorce an' got th' school f'r Aggie, he says. "That's the way I feel," said Mr. Hennessy. "I wudden't thrust Plunkett as far as I cud throw a cow be th' tail. If Dorgan was Clancy's war hero, I'd be with him." "Annyhow," said Mr. Dooley, "mighty few iv th' rale heroes iv th' war is r-runnin' f'r office.
"Well," hazarded the old driver, meditatively, "the boys are waitin'. They say you're slow to start anything, Jim; but they look f'r hell t' pay when y' do." To the stranger it seemed to Kate words must be worth their weight in gold, he parted with them so sparingly. "What's this talk 'bout Farrell Kennedy makin' a depity marshal, Jim?" "Mostly talk, Bill. Good night."
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