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Show HER FRIEND, THE ENEMY. Gallant Irishman to the Aid of Beauty in Distress. Tho southern woman's reduction to poverty and menial tasks mortified many a manly breast, but few had the working gallantry of a big-hearted Irishman of whom tho author of "Dixie After tho War" tells. Ho caught a delicate Georgia woman wom-an struggling with tho family washing. wash-ing. She was scarry moro than a -v girl, although a wife and mother, and VL had been reared In luxu.y. It looked as if she would never get thoso clothes clean. For one thing, when sho tried to wring them they wero streaked with blood from her hands and arms. Sho had peculiarly flno and tender skin. "Faith," said Pat, "an' what Is ut you're thryln' to do?" "Go away and let me alone." "If yo don't l'ave off clanln' thim garmlnts, they'll bo that dhlrty " "Go away!" "Sure, mo child, If yo'll jls shtep to th' other so!' av th' tub wldout puttln' mo to th' Inconvanlance " Ho was about to pick her up In his mighty hands. Sho moved and dropped down, swallowing a sob. "Sure an ut's as good a washerwoman washer-woman as ivver wore breches I am," said Pat. "An' that's what I'vo learned in th' arrmy." In short order ho had all tho clothes hanging snow-whlto on tho line, and before ho went back to camp ho cut enough wood for her Ironing. "I'm yer Bri'et ivory wash-day that comes round," he said, as ho swung himself oX Ho was as good as h!- word. This good-natured soldier did her washing every week. Youth's Companion. |