gular offal lukkin feller strugglin wi a young lady
under a gas pooast.--As sooin as th' ruffian seed Sydney commin, he
bolted ovver a wall, in a way at showed at it worn't th' furst time at
he'd takken to his heels to save hissen a thrashin.

Ov cooarse as sooin as th' danger wor ovver, an ther wor noa need o' owt
o't sooart, th' young lady swooned away--an it tuk Sydney all his time
to bring her raand, in fact it worn't until he'd kissed her two or three
times, at shoo begun o' commin to her senses.

As sooin as shoo wor able to walk, he assisted her hooam, or at least to
th' haase wher shoo wor visitin. On th' way shoo tell'd him at they
call'd her Mabel Mothersdale, that shoo wor stayin a wick or two wi some
friends, an that shoo'd just slip aght to pop a letter into th' pillar
box, when th' tramp attack'd her.

Sydney went next day to ax hah shoo wor.--Shoo wor varry fain to see
him--an th' friends shoo wor stayin wi made a big fuss ov him, an axd
him to stay dinner. He stayed ov cooarse.

Th' next day he called wi a piece o' music 'at he'd been tellin em
abaat--th' day after he went wi some tickets for a grand concert ther
wor baan to be i' Sheffield--an what wi one excuse or another, he seed
her ivvery day--an ivvery neet when he doffed his clooas an gate into
bed, he felt moor i' love wi Mabel nor he had done th' neet befoor.

At last th' day coom for her to goa back hooam to Brummagem, where her
father lived, an when Sydney called to say "gooid bye" to her, he tuk
th' opportunity when they wor left aloan for abaat five minutes, to ax
her to marry him. Mabel wor a sensible lass, ho knew a reight chap when
shoo seed one, soa shoo sed at shoo'd wed him wi pleasur if he'd get her
father's consent.

"Mother's been deead these six years," shoo sed, "but befoor shoo deed
aw promised her faithful at aw'd nivver marry nubdy withaat mi father
wor agreeable."

Sydney kussed her an sed he wor quite content an he'd goa daan to
Brummagem next Tuesday, an ax her father on th' Wednesday mornin, an as
he wor weel to do i' money matters, noa daat ther'd be noa difficulty i'
gettin th' owd feller to have him for a son i' law.

Soa Mabel went hooam wi a happy heart, an caanted th' haars wol next
Wednesday, when shoo'd see her dear Sydney Algernon ageean.

Nah as aw tell'd yo befooar, Sydney wor a reight nice young feller--he
wor as steady as a clock, an nubdy couldn't say nowt ageean him, nobbut
for one thing, an that wo