And what did ye do wid the young lady, Oi make bould to ask ?" Hampton carelessly waved his hand toward the rear room, the door of which stood ajar, and blew a thick cloud of smoke into the air, his eyes continuing to gaze dreamily through the open window toward the distant hills.
"Who's running the game over at the Occidental ?" he asked, professionally.
"Red Slavin, bad cess to him!" and her eyes regarded her questioner with renewed anxiety.

"But sure now, Bob, ye mustn't think of playin' yit awhoile.

Yer narves are in no fit shape, an' won't be fer a wake yit." He made no direct reply, and she hung about, flapping the dust-rag uneasily.
"An' what did ye mane ter be doin' wid the young gyurl ?" she questioned at last, in womanly curiosity.
Hampton wheeled about on the hard chair, and regarded her quizzingly.
"Mrs.Guffy," he said, slowly, "you've been a mother to me, and it would certainly be unkind not to give you a straight tip.

Do?
Why, take care of her, of course.

What else would you expect of one possessing my kindly disposition and well-known motives of philanthropy?
Can it be that I have resided with you, off and on, for ten years past without your ever realizing the fond yearnings of my heart?
Mrs.Guffy, I shall make her the heiress to my millions; I shall marry her off to some Eastern nabob, and thus attain to that high position in society I am so well fitted to adorn--sure, and what else were you expecting, Mrs.Guffy ?" "A loikely story," with a sniff of disbelief.