Peace Makkin.

“Honest confession is gooid for th’ soul,” they say, an aw may as weel confess at once ’at awve been a fooil.  Happen yo’ll say “that’s nowt fresh,” but beggin’ for pardon this is summat fresh.  Yo’ll happen think ‘at awve been bettin’ at Donkeystir Races, or ’at awve been bun for a chap in a money club, or ‘at awve bowt a share in a manufacturin’ company, limited, or ‘at awve started th’ newspaper business, or takken a hotel, or ‘at awve joined th’ Mormons, or ’at awve getten into a law suit.  But whichivver yo’d guessed yo’d be sewer to be ’wrang.  All awve been tryin’ to do has been to act as a peeace makker, an if awd carried it on for onny length o’ time, aw should ha been made into sich a lot o’ pieces misen ’at it wod ha takken a besom to sweep me up.

Just anent awr haase lives a old cross-grained chap ’at’s getten wed to a varry nice lass, an’ as he’s a bit o’ brass an’ shoo’s a lump o’ beauty, yo’d think they should live together as happy as two turtle doves.  But awm sooary to say ‘at sich isn’t th’ case, for they generally get up abaat hawf-past eight an have a feight befoor nine.  Awm a varry tender-hearted sooart ov a customer, an awm sewer it’s monny a time made mi heart bleed to see an hear ther goins on.  Somehah or other awd allus sided wi th’ wife, tho’ aw nivver knew what th’ rows have been abaat, an ov coorse soa long as they kept ’em i’ ther own haase aw couldn’t interfere.  But t’other day, abaat a wick sin, they wor gooin it war an war, an shoo coom runnin’ into th’ street wi her hair all daan an her gaon ommost riven off her back, an he rushed aght after her wi a umbrella in his hand, strikin’ at her reight an left, all all shoo had to protect hersen wi wor th’ rollin’ pin.  Thinks aw to misen, this sooart o’ thing has gooan far enuff, an as awd just been readin’ abaat th’ “atrocities,” aw fancied misen England an him Turkey an her a poor Bulgarian, an aw determined awr wodn’t see a poor inoffensive young woman ill-treated bi a brute like that, soa just as he wor gettin’ ready to strike her daan into th’ eearth, aw stept behund him an planted mi naive at th’ back ov his ear, an he rolled ovver like a skittle pin.  Just as he fell awd an idea ’at awd been struck wi leetnin or else ther wor an eearthquake, for a summat dropped onto mi heead wi sich a foorce ’at aw saw some oth grandest fireworks awd ivver seen, an aw sat daan wi sich a bang ’at awm sewer aw must ha left mi impression pratty deep somewhear.  When aw began to collect mi scattered thowts aw saw her standin’ ovver me quaverin’ th’ rollin’ pin aboon mi heead to prevent onnybody hittin’ me ageean.  When aw gate up aw began to reason wi misen as to what had been to do, an aw couldn’t help thinkin’ ‘at that rollin’ pin hed summat to do wi th’ lump o’ mi heead.  Aw felt sooary then ’at awd been soa rash as to knock th’ old chap daan, an aw went to beg his pardon an sympathise wi him.