(_When the bottle appears she pours a huge quantity out for her guest_.) Mr. SLICK--Well, then, Mrs. Clancy, _where_ was he born? WIDOW (_staring_)--In Oirland, mahn, in Oirland! Where did yez t'ink? (_Then, in sudden, wheedling tones._) An' ain't yez goin' to dhrink th' rum? Are yez goin' to shirk th' good whisky what was th' pride of Moike's life, an' him gettin' full on it an' breakin' th' furnitir t'ree nights a week hard-runnin'? Shame an yez, an' Gawd save yer soul. Dhrink it oop now, there's a dear, dhrink it oop now, an' say: "Moike Clancy, be all th' powers in th' shky, Hiven sind yez rist!" Mr. SLICK--(_to himself_)--Holy smoke! (_He drinks, then regards the glass for a long time._) ... Well, now, Mrs. Clancy, give me your attention for a moment, please. When did-- WIDOW--An' oh, but he was a power in th' warrud! Divil a mahn cud vote right widout Moike Clancy at 'is elbow. An' in th' calkus, sure didn't Mulrooney git th' nominashun jes' by raison of Moike's atthackin' th' opposashun wid th' shtove-poker. Mulrooney got it as aisy as dhirt, wid Moike rowlin' under th' tayble wid th' other candeedate. He was a good sit'zen, was Moike--divil a wan betther. Mr. SLICK _spends some minutes in collecting his faculties_. Mr. SLICK (_after he decides that he has them collected_)--Yes, yes, Mrs. Clancy, your husband's h-highly successful pol-pol-political career was w-well known to the public; but what I want to know is--what I want to know--(_Pauses to consider._) WIDOW (_finally_)--Pass th' glasses, Mary Ann, yez lazy divil; give th' gintlemin a dhrink! Here (_tendering him a glass_), take anodder wan to Moike Clancy, an' Gawd save yez for yer koindness to a poor widee woman! Mr. SLICK (_after solemnly regarding the glass_)--Certainly, I--I'll take a drink. Certainly, M--Mish Clanshy. Yes, certainly, Mish Clanshy. Now, Mish Clanshy, w-w-wash was Mr. Clanshy's n-name before he married you, Mish Clanshy? WIDOW (_astonished_)--Why, divil a bit else but Clancy. Mr. SLICK (_after reflection_)--Well, but I mean--I mean, Mish Clanshy, I mean--what was date of birth? Did marry you 'fore then, or d-did marry you when 'e was born in N' York, Mish Clanshy? WIDOW--Phwat th' divil-- Mr. SLICK (_with dignity_)--Ansher my queshuns, pleash, Mish Clanshy. Did 'e bring chil'en withum f'm Irelan', or was you, after married in N' York, mother those chil'en 'e brought f'm Irelan'? WIDOW--Be th' powers above, I-- Mr. SLICK (_with gentle patience_)--I don't shink y' unnerstan' m' queshuns, Mish Clanshy. What I wanna fin' out is, what was 'e born in N' York for when he, before zat, came f'm Irelan'? Dash what puzzels me. I-I'm completely puzzled. An' alsho, I wanna fin' out--I wanna fin' out, if poshble--zat is, if it's poshble shing, I wanna fin' out--I wanna fin' out--if poshble--I wanna-shay, who the blazesh is dead here, anyhow? AN EPISODE OF WAR.