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"T' h l wi' Hughie!" he said. "Some night he'll come back an' slape there, thin we'll haave a pig in th' sty shure!" As he left our house that morning he was greeted in a most unusual manner by a score of people who crowded the entry. Men and women gathered around him. They inspected the wounds. They gave their blessing in as many varieties as there were people present.
"It's a shame an' a scandal," others said, "that a young fella who can't read his own name shud marry sich a nice girl wi' sich larnin'." Jamie made some defense but it wasn't convincing. "Doesn't the Bible say maan an' wife are wan?" he asked Mrs. Gilmore in discussing the question with her. "Aye." "Well, when Anna an' me are wan won't she haave a thrade an' won't I haave an education?"
His pockets were taxed to their full capacity and those who gathered around the table that morning wished that the "luck of God" would spread a little. "Th' feeries must haave been t' see ye," Jamie said, eyeing his pockets. "Aye, gey sauncy feeries, too!" "Did ye see aany, Hughie?" Anna asked. "No, but I had a wondtherful dhrame." The announcement was a disappointment to us.
While Jamie got the Bible she wiped her glasses and complained in a gentle voice about the "mortal pity of it" that texts were pins for Christians to stick in each other's flesh. "Here it is," she said, "'Th' poor ye haave always with ye." "Aye," Sam said, "an' how true it is." "'Deed it's true, but who did He mane by 'ye'?" "Th' world, I suppose."
"Poor craither," Anna said; "I wondther if she's got aanything besides broth?" Nobody knew. Anna thought she knew a way to find out. "Haave ye aany marbles, dear?" she asked me. "Aye, a wheen." "Wud ye give a wheen to me?" "Aye, are ye goin' t' shoot awhile? If ye are I'll give ye half an' shoot ye fur thim!" I said. "No, I jist want t' borra some." I handed out a handful of marbles.
Ye might glour an' glunch, but ye'd haave t' laugh before th' finish shure ye wud!" The neighbors began to knock again. Some of the knocks were vocal and as plain as language. Some of the more familiar gaped in the window. "Hes he hed 'is bath yit?" asked McGrath, the ragman. We opened the door and in marched the inhabitants of our vicinity for the second "crack."
"Ye'll haave t' be calm, dear, before He'd come t' ye in aany way." "Aye, but I'm at pace now, Anna, amn't I?" "Well, now, get out here an' get down on th' floor on yer bare knees and haave a talk wi' 'im." Eliza obeyed implicitly. Anna knelt beside her. "I don't know what t' say." "Say afther me," and Anna told of an empty home and a sore heart. When she paused, Eliza groaned.
There's love in it that's bigger than color of ribbon or creed of church. We've proven that, Jamie, haven't we?" "But what haave ye decided?" "That love is bigger than religion. That two things are sure. One is love of God. He loves all His children and gets huffed at none. The other is that the love we have for each other is of the same warp and woof as His for us, and love is enough, Jamie."
"An oul cow put 'er feet in it," he said. Anna took a taste. "She didn't keep it in long aither," was her comment. "D'ye iver mind seein' barley in Gainer's broth?" Jamie asked. "I haave no recollection." "If there isn't a kink in m' power of remembrance," Jamie said, "they've had nothin' but bacon an' nettles since th' big famine." "What did th' haave before that?" Anna asked.
"'I tell ye again wi' my dyin' breath. "I leaned over an' kiss't 'er an' she smiled at me. Ah, bhoy, if ye could haave seen that luk on 'er face, it was like a picture ov th' Virgin, it was that. "'Tell th' childther there's only wan kind ov poverty, Jamie, an' that's t' haave no love in th' heart, says she. "'Aye, I'll tell thim, Anna, says I." He choked up.
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