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Updated: September 29, 2025
A second ant came along, sized up the situation, and took a hand. "Ha, ha!" he chortled, "that's th' ticket, now kape yez eye on him!" The ants dragged the fly over the top of the hill and stuffed it down a hole. "Now," said Withero, "if a fella in Anthrim wanted a han' th' other fellah wud say: 'Where d'ye hing yer hat up on Sunday? or some other sich fool question!" "He wud that."
Forby they haave no special pathway t' God that's shut t' me, nor yer oul father nor Willie Withero!" Sometimes Jamie took a hand. Once when he thought Anna was going to cry, in an argument, he wheeled around in his seat and delivered himself. "I'll tell ye, Anna, that whelp needs a good argyment wi' th' tongs! Jist take thim an' hit 'im a skite on the jaw wi' thim an' I'll say, 'Amen."
Summed up it meant, "Sure it's jist wondtherful ye warn't shot!" When we were alone, alone with Withero, Mary "wet" a pot of tea and warmed up a few farrels of fadges! and we commenced. Little was said, but feeling ran high. It was like a midnight mass.
A few yards from the hedge there was an ant-hill. "See thim ants?" "Aye." "Now if Withero thought thim ants hated aych other like th' men ov Anthrim d'ye know what I'd do?" "What?" "I'd pour a kittle ov boilin' wather on thim an' roast th' hides off ivery mother's son ov thim. Aye, that's what I'd do, shure as gun's iron!" "That would be a sure and speedy cure," Anna said, smiling.
It'll be stuffy wi' all th' people an' the corpse in Lecky's." "Aye," he said, "I'll do all I can." To Kitty she said, "I've asked Johnny t' keep gey close t' ye till it's all over, Kitty. Ye'll understand." "Aye," Kitty said, "Henry loved 'im more'n aany maan on th' Lough!" "Had tay yit?" Willie Withero asked as he blundered in on the scene. "No, Willie, 'deed we haaven't thought ov it!"
He pulled out of an inside pocket a piece of paper yellow with age and so scuffed with handling that the scrawl was scarcely legible: M Withero Stone breaker Dublin Road Antrim "I seen Him in the ward last night and I'm content to go now. God save you kindly. Withero having unburdened, we dandered down the road, through Masserene and home.
Anna was silent, but there were tears, and as I held her in my arms and kissed them away Jamie was saying to Withero: "Ye might take 'im fur a dandther out where ye broke whin we first met ye, Willie!" "Aye," Willie said, "I'm m' own gaffer, I will that."
"Jamie!" shouted Withero in a voice that could be heard by the crowd that followed us, "d'ye mind th' first time I seen ye wi' Anna?" "Aye, 'deed I do!" "Ye didn't know it was in 'er, did ye, Jamie?" "Yer a liar, Willie; I know'd frum th' minute I clapped eyes on 'er that she was th' finest wuman on God's futstool!"
"And after that you will never look at me again, never think of me again?" "I hope not," he answered. "I strongly hope not." "But why? Is a marriage a blot or a stain?" "It is a barrier," he answered. "Even to thoughts? Even to friendship?" "Yes." A very strange thing happened in the excited mind of Anne Withero.
He said it with laughter in his voice and it sounded in the ears of those present as polite and pleasing as anything in the domain of their amenities. They arose as one, all except Withero, and he couldn't, for Jamie gripped him by a leg and held him on the floor just as he sat. In their good-night expressions the neighbors unconsciously revealed what the lecture and the story meant to them.
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