The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current, October 25, 1908, Magazine Section, Image 56

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    THE SUNDAY Oil EG ONIAN. PORTLAND, OCTOBER 25, 1908.
. FLUFFY RUFFLES.
SHE VISITS KILLARNEY. . :
'Killamev's lakes are beautiful. We'll really have to go," ; v
Said Fluffy to her aunt one day. They went. And there was Joe.,
That morning Fluffy 's loving aunt was feeling far from well ;
And when Joe said he'd take them both to visit some fair dell
She said she'd have to stay behind. "But you two go, I pray.
'Twould be a shame to miss the chance, it's such a lovely day. - .
Just tell me where you mean to lunch, and if I need you here
I'll telegraph." "And I will fly to my own aunty dear."
-In Traddles motor car they went to Dunloe's famous gap.
They full enjoyed the charming ride and suffered no mishap.
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1 his telegram was nanaea tnem, vuuie ua. nm vu t -y
At once Joe Traddles called his car, although he'd meant to ask
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IF in dear rlurry s radiance rorever ne migm oas. -
C4 1-itAe fnmnt tKov fnrc(A ahead for Fluffv feared the worst : W
When on a level stretch of road thejbrward tire burst. k f-
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3.By great good fortune neither one was injured in the least.
Just then a wagon passed tfceir way, drawn by a sorry beast,
" A nr. driven bv an Irishman of most good natured face.
"Frrorrv. mi;;. 'twas coortin' death to go at such a pace.
"But I must get to Meara's Inn. My aunt is very sick."
tu,', frtru(:,n .Insr innmD in here. I II take ye to her quick.
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'nn't ctnn for me." said Traddles then. "I'll catch up jf I can. .
-So Fluffy, smiling, waved her hand and sat beside the man.
a tu ur un.,U U-rl mnner tt unA oaHnned like the wind.
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"S "It's just my luck," said Traddles, "to be left so far behind.'
The horse, though old, had ginger, but his pace was far too r ast.
And when he tumbled in his tracks "I knew he couldn't last,"
Declared the honest Irishman ; "I'll l'ave him here to rest, -An'
thin to take you to your aunt I'll do me Iivil best.".
A minute and the horse was free to crop the roadside grass
And Michael in the horse's place adown that road did pass.
5 ''Vnn rfarlino man :A.rl FInfTv frnm hpr hich. ramshackle seat. '
' V J till mmii-. lf fnr mc" (ror lnni: wprp honev sweet).
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"Egorry, if I died for you 'twould be. a piece of luck "
Just then the ancient pair of wheels upon a bowlder si ruck.
The wagon fell to pieces, but, alighting on her feei,
Dear Fluffy said, "I'll pay you well Such luck I ne'er did meet." -
We're ar most there. ' I carry you. rie liMed her with ease
And to her aunt's (much better she) she floated like a breeze.
. . . Charles Battel! Loomis,
tCOPVTUGHT. 1904 BY THE NEW YORK HERALD CO,
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