Mineog: Ah, what is it but a white sin.  Sure it tells every person the same thing.  It doesn’t tell many lies, it goes somewhere a near it.

Hazel: I spent a good while this evening searching through the shelves of the press I have in the office.  I write an article an odd time, when there is nothing doing, that might come handy in a hurry.

Mineog: So have I a press of the sort, and shelves in it.  I am after going through them to-day.

Hazel: But it’s hard find a thing would be suitable, unless you might dress it up again someway fresh.

Mineog: I made a thought and I searching a while ago.  I was thinking it would be a very nice thing to show respect to yourself, and friendliness, putting down a short account of you and of all you have done for your family and for the town.

Hazel: That is a strange thing now!  I had it in my mind to do the very same service to yourself.

Mineog: Is that so?

Hazel: Your worth and your generosity and the way you have worked the Tribune for your own and for the public good.

Mineog: And another thing.  I not only thought to write it but I am after writing it.

Hazel:  (Suspiciously.) You had not much time for that.

Mineog: I never was one to spare myself in anything that could benefit a friend.

Hazel: Neither would I spare myself.  I have my article wrote.

Mineog: I have a mind to read my own one to you, the way you will know there is nothing in it but what is friendly and is kind.

Hazel: I will do the same thing.  There’s nothing I have said in it but what you will like to be hearing.

Mineog:  (Who has rummaged pockets.) I thought I put it in the inside pocket—­no matter—­here it is.

Hazel:  (Rummaging.) Here is my one.  I was thinking I had it lost.

Mineog:  (Reading, after he has turned over a couple of sheets rapidly) “Born and bred in this Square, he took his chief pride in his native town.”

Hazel:  (Turning over two sheets.) “It was in this parish and district he spent the most part of his promising youth—­Richly stored with world-wide knowledge.”

Mineog: “Well able to give out an opinion on any matter at all.”

Hazel: “To lay down his mind on paper it would be hard to beat him.”

Mineog: “With all that, humble that he would halt and speak to you the same as a child——­” I’m maybe putting it down a bit too simple, but the printer will give it a little shaping after.

Hazel: So will my own printer be lengthening out the words for me according to the type and the letters of the alphabet he will have plentiful and to spare.

Mineog: “Well looking and well thought of.  A true Irishman in supporting all forms of sport.”