"And came near to givin' me my finish, too, Harry.
I put the siller into a business down Portsmouth way--I set up for a contractor.

I was doin' fine, too, but a touring company came along, and there was a lassie wi' 'em so braw and bonnie I'd like to have deed for love of her, man, Harry." It was a sad little story, that, but what you'd expect.

Andy, the lady killer, had ne'er had een for the lassies up home, who'd ha' asked nothin' better than to ha' him notice them.

But this bit lass, whom he knew was no better than she should be, could ha' her will o' him from the start.

He followed her aboot; he spent his siller on her.