’MELIAR HANN AGAIN.
BY OUR OFFICE BOY. I neerly fainted !. I reely neerly did ! Wot do you think ? The othur nite, wen I had left the offis, and was walkin’ down Queen-street, feelin’ very miserabel about nothink, who shoud I run into but ’Meliar Hann ? I was so taken abak that you coud have nocked me down with a life preserver. Yes, it was ’Meliar Hann, ownly growed so stouter that I shoud hardly have knowed her but for her luvly orbun hare. ‘ ’Meliar Hann !’ I xclaimed, ‘ is it reely yu ?’ • Yes, Munkey ’ —Munkey was always her pet name for me, tho' I karnt say I like it much—she sed, coolly ; • and I see it’s yu by yure uglyness.’ ‘ Take my arm, ’Meliar,’ I offered, not notising the insult. •Nome ! Yu’ll have to grow taller, and git a new nose, and new does, afore I do that, Munkey,’ she sed. • I’m afraid it will take yeers for all that to kum to pass,’ I sighed ; * but how are yu, ’Meliar ?’ • Bloomin’.’ •Yu look it. Yu’ve blossomed out since I larst saw yu ? ’Melia,’ I remarked ; ‘ I s’pose yu ai’nt marrid yet ? • The ideer !’ tossin’ her orbun bed. • Thank ’eaven !’ I breathed to myself, for I felt all my old luv tromblin’ in my buzzum like a jelly; and then I thort of my rivel. • Wot’s bekum of that feller wot used to stand on his hed in sirkus, ’Meliar ?’ I arsked. • Oh, he’s gone off his hed, now ; he’s konfined in a loonatic asilum-’ •’Meliar,’ I sed, gravely ; ‘I hope yu didn’t drive him there ?’ • No, he went by train ’ • I mene, did yure konduct drive him mad, the same as it neerly drove me to kommit soosanside ?’ • Oh, no ; a horse kicked him on the bed, and it afected his brane. They say it’s lucky to find a horse’s shoe, but it ain’t lucky to find it on sum part of yure body, is it ? she sed with a lite larf. • And wot are yu doin’ now, ’Meliar?’ I arsked. • I’m in service, and I must be off, or I shall ketch it. Ta-ta, Munkey !’ • Wun moment, ’Meliar !’ I cried, seizin’ her hand ; ‘are we to part like this ? Won’t yu give me a lock of yure luvly ’ • Now, look here,’ she sed, angrily ; ‘if yu dare to make fun of my hare, jist becaws it’s—- — ’ ‘ Orbun, ’Me'iar,’ I murmured. ‘ Well, orburn ; I’ll box yure cabbage-leaves of ears ! So there !’ • I wasn’t makin’ fun of it, ’Meliar,’ I sed reproachfully. * I think it’s butiful; and it looks so warm and cheerfull this kold wether, and ’ • Oh, my ear, ’Meliar !’ • I told yu I woud !’ • Well, ’Meliar,’ I sed untensely, * yu kno yu re the ownly girl I ever loved. Give me jist wun littel kiss, darlin’, afore ’ • Oh, go and eat koke !’ she xclaimed, rudely, tearing her hand away, and vanishing from my yurning gaze. Ob, it’s too bad I To think that the only girl I ever luved should tell me to *Go and eat koke !’ Go and eat — Go and —! I ! Go — ! 111 Oh 1!! 11
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 22, 3 June 1893, Page 528
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519’MELIAR HANN AGAIN. New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 22, 3 June 1893, Page 528
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