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"No, be hivings, an' ye don't do nuthin' of thet sort, Bob," returned

the , good-naturedly, busying herself with a dust-rag "This is

me own house, an' Oi've tended ter the loikes of them sort er fellers

afore There'll be no more bother this toime Besides, it's a paceful

house Oi's It's

too strenurous ye are, Misther Ha 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 saze dreah the open ard the

distant hills

"Who's running the game over at the Occidental?" he asked,

professionally

"Red Slavin, bad cess to hiarded 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"

Hethe dust-rag

uneasily

"An' what did ye yurl?" she questioned

at last, in womanly curiosity