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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1912
Dad at the Show.
The Catholic Art and Book Depot sae HAY aTREET, NEXT DOOR CELTIC CLUB.
Miss M. J. McDERMOTT. Proprietress
HOW A WIDOWER WON A PRIZE.
thinking you'd 'better go to the Show this year. Harry," she blushed rosy red as she spoke the name-" Harry wants me to marry him at Christmas, and if I'm gone, it mightn't be so easy for you to get away." Dad put down hia paper, and gazed meditatively into the fire. "Well, all I can say is," he observed at last, "if Harry wants you, I suppose he'll have to get you. I surely can get a house -keeper that'll de, if I pay her well, an' I don't think I'll go to the Show. There's not much fun pokin' about all l'y eerself, an' Gregg an'Milford can't get away this year, so I'd be all alone." "Mrs. McCormack's goin'," Joe remarked, as he came into the kitchen to shareen his razor. He winaed at Mary as he gave this information, but Dad was still looking into the glowing embers, and failed to notice him. "Is she ? " he said. He sat up
Dad stepped into the room again. He went up to th?. lied and lowed down on the obstinate occupant. "Are ye urinal' out ? " he said. He put his pipe on the washstand, and threw off his heavy overcoat. "I'll give ye tall I count ten. Then, if ye're not lip, I'll assist ye. But, as there's ladies about, I advise ye to put on some clothes an' go
quietly." The young fellow raised himself once more, and measured his antaaonist with his eyes. He saw a road ,hoe ld.red countryman, fully six feet in height, with
lips. "'Who told, ye ? " "Dave did," answered Joe, "when he come over for the chaff .this afternoon. He said she had some butter an' bacon among the exhibits, an' she hasn't been to town since the old man died-that's a good five year since." Dal smoked on a -ain for a lent. time. Then he rose and lit a cauille. "Good-nieht, Mary," he said. "1 don't know, hilt perhaps I'll go to the Show, after all."
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sinewy arms and big brown hands. He slipped out of bed, and put on a faei garments, muttering beneath his breath as he did so. He went downstairs, casting bitter at his disturber. Ile cursed freely and loudly as he tossed on his narrow sofa, while Dad sleet the calm steel of the conqueror between his warm blankets
horror. "Lord save us " she ejaculated. "But I'm the misfortunate being To think I'd forgit I let the room But, troth to you, Mr. Ca /obeli an' faith, when this gentleman come in at dinner -time, all eesee with the crowd an' crush, an' eseed for a bed. hut I clane forgot. an' said he could have it. Mr. Connell, dear," she !
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Then his face lit up. It was like a glimpse of sunlight on a dull day. Far up, towards the hack, he had descried hia friend. Quickly he climbed to her. Mrs. McCormack was a motherlylooeing woman. Her rosy face was framed in a large blue bonnet, and she wore a black satin mantle. Dad thought she looked very stylish. Her face beamed as she made room for him beside her. "What d'ye think of the Show '? " she queried. "Oh i't's fine," answered Dad vacantly. A minute *o he had been bitterly blaming himself for spending money on such a dreary concern. "Well, I don't care much about it," went on the widow. "I wouldn't a' come at all if I hadn't been in for the competition. I got first for me butter, an' second for bacon. But I'm goin' home to -morrow. I don't think it's any place for a lone wo!
man." "Oh are you ? " said Dad, sitting up. He emptied his pine nervously, and forgot to fill it. "That's too bad. I say, Mrs. McCormack, you'd latter stay a while longer, an' come up with me. Come lip for good. I mean -I mean-you an' me's both alone. Mary's goin' at Christmas. So will you-will you-oh ! bane. it all will you marry me ? " Mrs. McCormack gasped. A blink of sunlight shone on her ruddy face. She gazed absently at the parade of prize cattle. Then she turrael and' looted et Dad. He clasped her plume hand beneath the satin mantle. "We'll go home together," he said !
"Loci. here," he said "you chaps, that sort o' thing. Them upstairs. fellows now too much for you. It's Dad was up early next morning, all a hit o' roguery, an' you never win, if ye kept tryin' fer a year." and out at the Show Grounds. There was a huge crowd, for the He didn't think much of the machpromise of big attractions at the inery exhibits. grounds haul drawn many sightseers "Them new-fengled things," he said to the metropolis. to a man who stood near him, Dad examined all the exhibits with "they're never much good. It's like the air of a judge. that new washin' machine I got for He poked the ribs of the fat cat- my daughter a while bask. Oh, yes, -("JET," in the "Austral Light.") tle, and plunged his hands into the it washed the dirt away all right, thick wool of the prize sheep. but it washed the stuff away, too, & Co. He spent half an hour watching a an' in about a 'month there wasn't girl doing up butter. a shirt or collar in the place that 73-75 LIVERPOOL ST., CITY. She was eapretty girl, and her cuffs wasn't in rags. In fact, there was Louis Gille & Co., of 73-75 Liverfind apron were white as snow. no washin' left for the machine to pool -Street, Sydney, and 300-302 Dad pressed close to the barrier, do. Then there was that new paand gazed with admiring eyes at the tent churn. Ye just put the milk in, Lansdale Street, Melbourne, have Jute fair woraer. an' wound it up. Oh easy as any- completed their Jubilee year, being "My word " he exclaimed at thing. An' you walked away an' sat 25 years established in Australia, length, "you're just the girl I'm down in the parlour with yer book and It is a great tribute to the enlookin' for. I'd give you a pound a or fancywork, an' you all dressed ate terprise and general business management of this great Catholic Firm, week if you'd come along to my like the pictures you see o' the that they have retained for a quarplace. My girl's gittir.' married, an' ladies that does their cookin' with I'll be out of a house'. ever, so, if the gas stoves, an' when ye come ter of a Century the patronage of the vast majority of the Catholic ever you. want a job, remember hack there's the batter ready to pat. there's one waitin' for you at John Leastways, that's what the agent Religious, Clergy, and Hierarchy, Australiasia. It is alCampbell's, 'Wattle Lodie,' Wongi said but when Mary come back, throughout ways a treat to inspect this Firm's Valley.". there was the milk splashed all over immense and valuable stock, embracThe girl smiled and blushed. One the dairy, an' the handle gee-whizing every article used in our Holy of the onlookers gave Dad a big zin' round an' round an' Religion, either for private use, or themp on his broad back. round, an' d'ye think we could stop for the furnishing of Churches, from "Good for the old boy " he cried it ? Not us, till every drop o' that the smallest Orator. or Country loudly. "An' I suppose you'd make good 'milk was spilled an' lest. None Church to the largest Cathedral. The her your missus top o' that, would- o' them things fer me again. Give include Church plate, n't you, old chap ? Only, I'm afraid nee the good old elbow-grese, as me departments Altar fittings, Vestments, Statuary, she'd he maain' eyee at the young Poor wife used to talk about. It's Pictures, Books, Music, and small fellows when you was away." better than all these new labour- Religious articles. It would be imDad turned and examined his ques- savin' machines. What was arms possible to enumerate all the tioner gravely. The latter was a made fer if it wasn't to work ? cles in this large and varied artistock. thin, foney-like little fellow, who Den't tell me." We would advise our readers to Pay evidently regarded the big countryAfter a while Dad became very the Firm a visit when in Sydney or man as legitimate sport. weary of it all. Melbourne, or write for a Catalogue. Dad looked him up and down quietThough he had peered into many TEL t 724. ly. faces, he hed failed to catch even "I think," he said at last, un- a glimpse of his old friend, the smilingly. "she'd need to make pret- widow McCormack. ty big eves to see a little whipperAbout four o'clock he strolled toCATERER. snepper like you. Say, little chap, e ards the errand stand. I IQ Newcastle -Street, Perth did ye come here all by yerself ? An' A light drizzle of rain was falling, you so small Why, folas wouldn't catering plant ale's,' oe and the seats were fairly full. tare, see You till they'd trod on Dad glanced along the crowded Mates and Balls catered you. for ne 'Tisn't safe, it really isn't. shortest notice. Run tiers. keep off
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"Bet ye three to one," he said, as he thrust his pipe into his coat pocket, ."that if ye're not gone from here in five seconds I'll kick yer whole cheatin' concern into yon mud hole." The man glowered wieedly as he packed up his kit and set off to find Pastures new. Dad made a little harangue to the three or four yon aes who etill
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So it came to pass that Dad went to town in time for the coining day. He engaged a room at a hotel in Bourke -street, and went out to the grourds early in the afternoon. He finished by a visit to the theatre, and returned to his lodging He entered ahout half -past elaea. a As he strece hie room quietly. match a gruff voice demanded his business. Dad jumped. He e as as brave as meet men, hat the voice from the darkness startled him somewhat. Then he lit the gas. "What the dickens ! " spluttered the egure on the bed-"what the dickens d'ye mean eomin wakin' a chap in his oeti coon at. this time o' nieht ? " "His own room ! " repeated Dad. "My mom, ye mean. I paid fer it at eleven o'clock this mcrnin'. You'd 'hotter get out, my man. "Will T git net ? " threatened the Daher, as he raised himself On his elbow and frowned savagely at the intruder. "Git out yerself, or I'll make ye !' Dad was a calm man. He walked to the door and called the landlady. She came up pantine. She was a stout person, and net over-fond of climbing stairs. "Mrs. Dwyer," Dad was stoically urruffied ; "Mrs. Dwyer, there's a man in my room, an' he won't come out. Will ye kindly remove him, as I wish to retire ? He was very pleased with the elegarce of that last phrase. Mrs. Dwyer threw up her hands in
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away home, sonny, an' git yer mother to come with you." The onlookers laughed, but Dad's face was immo' able. The joceey shook a threatenng fist at him, and then disappeared into the crowd. Dad wandered on. In a secluded corner he found one of Melbourne's derelicts exhibiting to an admiring half-dozen the time -worn card trick. "Bet ye three to one," he cried, as Dad came up. "Three to one ye can't fix the queen. Here y'are." His lean, dirty fingers manipulated the cards dexterously. "Come on," he called, as Dad joined the group. "Take it on, sir. Bet ye three to one ye can't fix the queen. Dad looked on impassively for a moment. Th'n he spoke.
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lowered her voice, and called softly at the bedroom door, " 'dade an' I'm sorry, but Mr. Campbell took it first. You come downstairs, sor, an' I'll make you a lea 'tad shakeydown in the parlour. It's rale comfortable, an' a fine fire on still." "The deuce a step will I go," answered the voice from within. "I'm here, and possession's nine-tenths of the law, so here I stay Mrs. Dwyer leant against the stairrail in despair. "What'll I do ? " she wailed. "An' me that loves peace an' quietness
Mary Campbell looked up from the
letter she was reading. "Dad," she said, "I've just been
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