[{"node":{"title":"Hanna191","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna191","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kilt, Love","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna191","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna191_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff185\n\nnight - this near kilt his old mother.\"\n\n\"Aye, but he near kilt Hami!\" cried Sarah.\n\n\"Now, Sarah, take my word. Let the thing rest, for\nthe mair ye tramp in dung, the mair ye spread it around.\nLet there be no more said about it, like a good woman, and\nfetch me a knitting-needle.\n\nvVhen the knitting-needle was brought the old woman\nreddened it in the fire and then, with skilful fingers,\nshe coaxed out the pickles of shot from the wounded flesh.\nAt last she straightened herself, and Hamilton opened\nhis eyes. \"Is it all out? he asked.\n\n\"Aye, its all out. We'll put a clean clout on it tae\nkeep it from festering.\" she patted Hamilton's cheek. \"Ye\nbore it like a kiltie, son. Hae ye nothing in the house\ntae give the man?\" she asked, turning to Frank.\n\nHe smiled suddenly. \"Yes,\" he said, \"I have.\" He\nleft them and went down to the parlour. They heard him\nfumbling in the sideboard, and then he appeared again,\nwith an untouched half-bottle of whiskey in his hand. \"Ye\nremember the day I bought this?\" he asked, drawing the cork.\n\nHe ofiered some whiskey in a cup to his brother, which\nHamilton drank, as he handed back the cup Hamilton winked\nslowly at Frank and the younger brother turned away, the\ntears rising in his eyes, easily stiried to either love\nor anger, and still glowing with the happiness of the\nevening, this added emotion was too great to be borne by\nthe young man, and he went out into the dark close and\nremained there until he felt calm again.\n\nWhen he came back he found that Hamilton had been\nundressed and laid on the trestle bee in the kitchen. \"Let\nhim bide there,\" said Agnes, \"and I'll be up to see him in\nthe morn.\" Frank slipped his arm fondly round the old\nwoman's waist. \"I'll see ye down to the road,\" he said.\n","Type":"Text"}}]