[{"node":{"title":"Hanna235","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna235","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Partition, Guardsmen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna235","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/Hanna235_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff228\n\nWhen he came the old man ordered a pint and two pies.\nHe tossed a pie to the dog, bit ravenously into the\nother one, and gulped down a draught of porter. When\nhe had finished he stood up and called over the partition\nfor two more pies. He threw one on the floor for the\ndog, but he ate his own more slowly, for his hunger was\nblunted.\n\nThe bar was filling up quickly. Men who had been\ndrinking since knocking-off time in the mills found a\nnew thirst as workmates arrived. The hum of talk, the\nring of glasses, and the thud of cork-drawers grew\nlouder. People trickled into the snugs on either side\nof Petie and at last his snug door was opened and a\nman and woman, after glancing at him, slipped in and\nsat down. Petie moved back into the corner and pushed\nthe dog under the seat, but the man and woman hadn't\na word for him, and he began to feel lonely.\n\nThen over the din of the pub rose a voice singing\nThe Bold Penian Men:\n\n... all who love foreign law\nNative or Sassanach,\nMust out and make way for the bold Fenian men!\n\nPetie's eyes brightened; he got up and the woman\nwithout ceasing her talk or taking her eyes from her\ncompanion's face, swung her knees aside to let him\npass. It was the young Irish Guardsman who was singing\nwhile his friends good-humouredly shielded him from\na distracted barman who ran round them like a terrier\nround a herd of bullocks. Petie, smiling and eager\nfor company edged his way down the bar. The boss of\nthe pub, taking a sour eye off the singer and his\nhelpless barman for a moment, saw Kipper. \"Who's\nbloody cur is that?\" he asked a man who was drinking\n","Type":"Text"}}]