Only an Irish Boy; Or, Andy Burke's Fortunes

ight or wrong, he was sure to obtain sympathy. So in the present instance, failing to receive from his fat

thin lips and a sharp, hatchet-like face, was in

he asked, seeing on her son's face an

other. Father's a

to forget that you are

I was thrashing a bo

at

mother. It was o

or punishing him?" aske

version of

ordered him away. He was a ragged boy, with a bundle on a stick.

r father

nd, instead of taking my part, he

e so unfair," said his wife. "It i

mpudent boy. Of course, he enjoyed it, and I supp

n't be so inconsiderate. But what is that stain on your coat, God

low, and fell on my back. However, I was up again directly and gave it to him, I can tell y

ad been in the wrong or had been worsted. Even if his mother sometimes suspected that his accounts were a trifle distorted, she forbore to quest

y? Doesn't he live in

ton, afte

ll you who he is. He's the son of that wom

. Bu

e that his name

ce too well to be impuden

I th

rs. Burke about her

e her. That's a good w

is a capital hand at ironing shirts. Yours and your father'

sentially mean, he thought it would be an exce

ittle. Tell her to make her boy beha

speak to her on th

on introduced the subje

ou took part against Godfrey when he

n the wrong, my dear

ong. You are ready to take part with any stranger aga

said her husband, good-humoredly. "I must say, h

very unju

s so overbearing to those whom he considers his inferiors, t

n to feel proud. He mus

s his p

k. As our son he is entitled

he deserves it, but this is a republic, a

ton tosse

you consider yourself above a man that

use I am richer, and have a better education, it i

m thankful that I know my position better. I mean to uphold t

m. He knew of old her sentiments on this subject, and he was aware th

getting intolerable. I am glad this Irish boy gave him a les

the next morning, "when Mrs

, ma

nounced Ellen, h

rom her seat and we

Mrs. Preston,"

ly. "Mrs. Burke, I hear that your son beh

said the mother, quietly. "He

brutal assault upon him, quite

frey didn't strike him f

our son shouldn't

her eyes flashing with spir

roper," said Mrs. P

Andy isn't the boy to st

, in a freezing tone, "that you upho

s a good boy, and if he struck Master God

, angrily. "I shall not require you

iet pride, but she thought, with a sinking heart, o