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Updated: June 29, 2025
When my name was called I went forward slowly, blushing in my rags, and received a twenty-four piece set of china! It gave me a fit! I took it home, put it in her lap and danced. We held open house for a week, so that every man, woman and child in the community could come in and "handle" it. Withero said we ought to save up and build a house to keep it in!
Willie held his full spoon in front of his mouth while he replied: "It's you that's the dacent maan, Jamie, 'deed it is." "The crocks are empty, dear," Anna said to me. After "tay," to the town well I went for the night's supply of water. When I returned the dishes were washed and on the dresser. The floor was swept and the family were swappin' stories with Withero.
That's Withero fur ye an' wan ov 'im is enough fur Anthrim, that's why I niver married, an' that'll save ye the throuble ov axin' me whither I've got a wife or no!" "What church d'ye attend, Willie?" Jamie asked. "Church is it, ye're axin' about? Luk here, me bhoy, step over th' stile." Willie led the way over into the field. "Step over here, me girl." Anna followed.
She could see the long, lean fingers. It suddenly came home to her that every strong man in the mountain desert was in deadly terror of that hand. Anne Withero was shaken for the first time. "Listen to me," he was saying in that tense whisper which was oddly like the tremor of his hand, "I've been hungry for that voice all these weeks and months."
"'God save ye, says she, 'may yer meal barrel niver run empty an' may yer bread foriver be roughcasted wi' butther! "I begun t' swither whin she left. Says I, 'Withero, is yer specs clane? Kin ye see th' Son ov Maan in th' Dummy? 'Begorra, I dunno, says I t' m'self. I scratched m' head an' swithered till I thought m' brains wud turn t' stone.
I was familiar with it, but in the light of that day's experience it had a new meaning. She warned me, however, that my name was neither Pilgrim nor Withero, and in elucidating her meaning she explained the phrase, "The wind bloweth where it listeth."
It took the combined efforts of Jamie, Withero, Mary and me to persuade her, but she was finally persuaded, and dressed in a borrowed black knitted cap and her wee Sunday shawl, she set out with us. "This is like a weddin'," Jamie said, as he tied the ribbons under her chin. "Oh, it's worse, dear. It's a circus an' wake in wan, fur I'm about dead an' he's turned clown for a while."
Still looking at the little baby face he added: "Heigho, heigho, it's bad, purty bad, but it's worse where there isn't even a dead wan!" When Anna returned she lay down on her bed, dressed as she was, and Jamie and Withero kept the vigil with the door barred. Next morning at the earliest respectable hour Withero carried the little coffin under his arm and Jamie walked beside him to the graveyard.
"Take a nice cushioned chair an' be at home." Withero was leaning against the table. He saw and was equal to the joke. "Whin nature put a pilla on maan, it was intinded fur t' sit on th' groun', Jamie!" And down he sat on the mud floor. "It's th' proud wuman ye shud be th' night," Marget Hurll said, "an Misther Armstrong it was that said it was proud th' town shud be t' turn out a boy like him!"
Old McCabe, the road mender, overtook us and for the rest of the journey I was seen but not heard. That night I sat by her side in the chimney-corner and recited the events of the day. It had been full of magic, mystery and meaning to me. The meaning was a little clearer to me after the recital. "Withero sometimes talks like a ha'penny book wi' no laves in it," she said.
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