Ah, Jim! ye ought to 'ave seed me wid the girrls in the owld counthry! They jist rin afther me as if I'd been stalin' their little hearrts.

There was a twilve-month whin they tore the very coat tails aff me back.

Be gorry I could 'ave married me whole neighborhood, an' I jist had to marry the firrst one I could lay me honest hands on, an' take mesilf away wid her to Ameriky." This was too much for Jim.

His face broadened into his old smile.
"Mike," said he, "ye haven't got an old towel or a hoss blanket about ye, have ye?
I feel as if I was a goin' to cry." "An' what the divil be ye goin' to cry for ?" "Well, Mike, this is a world o' sorrer, an' when a feller comes to think of a lot o' women as is so hard pushed that they hanker arter Mike Conlin, it fetches me.

It's worse nor bein' without victuals, an' beats the cholery out o' sight." "Oh, ye blaggard! Can't ye talk sinse whin yer betthers is thryin' to hilp ye?
What kind of an owld woman have ye got, now ?" "Mike," said Jim, solemnly, "ye don't know what ye're talkin' about.