[{"node":{"title":"Hanna243","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna243","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Schoomates, Rathard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna243","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/Hanna243_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff236\n\nthe cart. Andrew laughed so loudly at this, that Skillen\nglanced at him in surprise, he did not understand that\nthis was the first time in eight years that Echlin had\nseen one of his schoolmates in the close of Hathard,\nand that the young man had suddenly realised that people\nstill remembered him, and would shake hands with him, as\nthey would with any other former\u2019s son growing to manhood.\n\nwhen Skilien had clambered up and moved the drum\nto the lip of the cart, Andrew pushed his hands away.\n\"I've ould clothes,\" he said \"You'll only muck yourself\ncarrying it.\" He put his arms around the drum and\nlifting it easily, carried it across the close and set\nit down in an outhouse. Skillen who had followed him,\ngripped his upper arm. \"B\u2019god, there\u2019s pith there, Andra\nboy,\" he said. Andrew smiled and lowered his head as\nhe pulled down his sleeves. Then he looked Skillen\nstraight in the face. \"Come on in and have a cup o' tea,\nhe said. He turned and walked with deliberate steps\nto the house door. \"I've brought Joe Skillen in for a\ndrop o' tea,\" he announced.\n\nThe four occupants of the kitchen looked up as\nAndrew spoke. Although he had never before seen any of\nthe three older people, Skillen recognised them immediat-\nely. They were people from an old story come to life.\nThat was Frank lying on the sofa, lying on the sofa who\ngot his back broke in a fight long ago, over some girl\nor other. That woman at the table who stared over her\nshoulder, not at him, but at her son, was Sarah Gomartin,\nand the big-boned man at the fire, of whom other men\nspoke with respect, was Hamilton Echlin. After a pause\nHamilton pushed his chair back hospitably. \"Come in Mr -\nSkillen,\" he said. And as he moved back the firelight\nthat he had snrouded shot across the darkening room and\n","Type":"Text"}}]