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    THE OMAHA DAILY liEE: THURSDAY, MAHCIl 10, ISIUU.
A Story of the St. Patrick's Day Parailc. JJJ
WHEN MYLES MAGUIRE MELTED
I looking from the man to the Man. nnd from
the flan ba k to the man.
I "That a
follow sold.
By Slir.MAS M ACM ANUS i "M AC")
, (Copyright, ltW, by S 9. MK'lure Co i
I. j
Myles Magulrc's dark countenance had al
ways a Htcrn look on It, but when lie reached
D'Kourko's letter his look grew a great deal
blacker and sterner.
He read It again aloud for the benefit of
little old Johnnie (lavlgan. his clerk, ami
bis tone was cuttingly sarcastic:
" 'Dear Mr. Magulrc:
" 'Next Thursday, you will remember. Is
I'atrlck's day. The men are pressing me
for a holiday, or at least a half-holiday.
Two-thirds of them belong to societies that
take part In the procession and Home of
the men arc expected to ho there olllclally.
I would like to give them their wish. Won't
you pleaso approve? We have progressed so
well with the building since the beginning
of February that wo ran easily afford It-
there Is now no doubt but that wo will have
it llnlsljod easily beforo tho expiration of
tho contract time. I'leasc reply at on''e,
saying that I havo your approval. Faith
fully. " 'PATRICK ALOYSIL'S O'HOUIIKK.'
"Gavlgan, l'athrlck Aloyslus O'ltourku U
too damned Impudent to havo the noao on
him to ask audi n thing. And ho thinks, tco,
I can't see through him. llos as transpar
ent as a dry goods wlnda to me. Tho jcoun
drcl means that wo wants to sthraddlc to
romo old crato of n horse, the leavings of n
livery stable, and wave a square yard of
green calico alongsldo that procession on
Pathrlck's day. What do you think of such
mortal Impudence, (lavlgan?"
l'oor Johnnie curled up within himself,
for ho had been dono tho Immortal honor
of being named a marshal for that day; ho
bad put past enough noney to hire a horse
and ho had been trying to muster up enougn
courage to ask Mr. Magulrc for the holiday,
ltn shrunk in his shell and did not reply.
"Wrlto O'Uourko nt onco theso words, and
urn" them be n messenger: 'I'd hco you and
tho two-thlrds of tho men who are us big
fools as yourself damned llrst. I am going
up thcro myself on Thursday, to seo how
many men will be dismissed to the devil for
xtnvlne away from their work.' Have you
thai rlnwn? 'If that procession of out-of-
works, lazy dlvlls and tom-foolH goos'iilong
Twenty-third Btreet, and If one 01 your men
lifts the tall of their eye to look nt them I II
,n thorn to order you glvo him his dismissal.'
Let l'athrlck Aloyslus O'Uourko put that In
Iilu nlnn nnct Ninnke It
Johnnie Ouvlgan sighed deeply, but softly
us ho wrote:
""71 llrnndwav. Tuesday Morning
niir Mr (viiniirko Much nB I should
wish It otherwise 1 regret extremely that
I cannot possibly afford to let tho men get
a holiday on tho occasion of the coming
.iu.,ii which n Irishmen, we nil honor.
1 sincerely trust tho good men and true who
on that day turn out to no nonor iu
H-i-ink mi Ireland will be favored with
glorious weather and that tho procession will
wirpass-lf that ho posslble-thoso of former
years in numbers, respectability, order and
general eclat, very sincerely
gay moinln'- mlsthcr," the old
going on with his work.
After little Myles Mngulre asked, "How
i iunK are you irum iremu , iren .
"Ah. truth, too long. Nineteen years,
come May."
I "An1 till me. do ye lvcr think of Irclan'
promptu courage was Instantly startled ou. ;no7'
cf him, "you are an as!" I The old fellow looked up at him sideways
If silence gives consent, Johnnie In hi for a moment. "Isn't It curly in tho mornln'
still fright might be said to havo given i ye-re beglnnln' jer lnrkln'?" ho said then,
sacred alllrmatlou of the statement. "Do you ever expect to go back to Ire-
Afi,.r it iitiln. whrn Mvlea Mniriilre sa.v lan'?"
that his clerk m properly remotxeful, he "With God's help, with dod's help," The
said in calm, firm tones: "There's no an- i old fellow sighed as ho said It. "I mane to
swer. Gavlgan. to that foolish youngster's die In lrelun'. I was back thcro seven years
"MY MIS MAOUIUK."
!r. Magulre, contractor and builder, had
been knitting his browB over nnotber letter,
while Johnnie Gavlgan was, with a clamor
ous pen, scrntchlng the foregoing.
"Gavlgan," Bald he, "the. wurrl' Is going
Johnnie was not as much startled as might
havo been expected by this piece of amaz
ing intelligence anil for tho gopd reason
that hlH master had been springing it on
him every morning for .tUu.lnjt twenty-live
years.
?! fnml ihflt."
Johnnie took over tho documentary evl
......, nri Imnrcaslons from which only
tended to prove that the world was go ng
Inky and going smoky. Where blobs of Ink
did not conceal It. the paper displayed that
rich, yellow coating which is only to be
obtained by careful seasoning in a cabin
where a considerable q.unti(lty of tho turr
smoke instead of going out us Intended by
tho chimney crawls and creeps and curls,
-itt, lovint- fondness, around tho household
gods before making Its exit by the deficiency
.u. i.nn,i. The reminiscence that
Ht III liuu t
. .ionmpnt nonetrated Jobnnlo s nos
'." " M; lMr into bis cjo; the
roar of Hroadway died suddenly. Myles Ma
!, office, melted away and Johnnie, i
,urofnnt rOBBCd alld happy. WUS
r:?."' i.v a turf fire In a little
,hln on an Irish hillside, and n clear
skinned, bright-faced woman In a linen cap
n. Hnlnnlng and crooning a soft song in
Ah
"Gavlgan, wake up! or what the dlvll are
v ,ihr..nmln' about? I asked ye to read
mhnnle started. And he read (with some
difficulty, tho cnllgrapliy was certainly 1m
maturej:
"Corraclamp Upper. .Meeuadhrlng 1' O,
"County of Tjrone.
"June tho 3. 1S93.
"Dear Uncklo Myles-' take up my pen
.it. vmi thpso few lines, hoping It will
find you as thank God It leevs us nt present
tn the bcrt of helth except wee Jalmsle has
.... .-.I rr iionr Unckle Myles I go
lue iiuuh -uini w... -
.t.ni ir. Mnstor lln ney every da
... ... i i... i nm n notornyus senllar
luy lllB mm in d-j -
.,i ihnt it was born to bo n priest, wlilelt
want to bo very bad. Hut of course my poor
father ho 1ms not tho muticy to sparo to
L,i, . nriost out of mo. ..Michael Hums of
Tullyalt that was In America 10 ycers aud
five In I'cncllvnlny, ays It Is far cheeper
to bo a priest In tho states. So. as every
one comes homo tells how rich t'nelo Myles
i i thoucht 1 would ask you to pay my
passage out there mid I would then s.ione
em enough of money to gei I'm-mvi.,
would say my first Mat then for you an I
would pay you back my passage muney very
.o,.nn Dear Unckle ont you pleaso too send
mo It. nnd Its ynull be the prowd man when
I'm the parish priest of Mw torn some u.u
pleese God. My father ho cant give me my
paBago muney for you know he has n hard
itruggll and tho spotty cow the one wo
called tho (Master bekase she had a prowd
walk with her Just like Master IUInoy sho
tot elfshot on the hill a month ngoe and
died, nnd wo havo only Horny Wt. (My
mother she ust alwavs say when I was wee
.that she would like to seo her wee Puioeti
a priest, but ho stopt locking it now
this many years. Sho doesn't kno I am
writing to you for my Yasago or the would
Int let me. for 1 asked her to let lie write
to you for the lone of some mun?) to buy
another cow and to buy her a drets and she
got very angry with mo and then tust Into
crying, and she wont down to the mom and
cried n long Unto with tho dore shut l will
be 13 ycers next boncflro nigh:, nrd 'I am a
nblo bis follow and able to work hard In
America. I fend you nil our lover and m
mothers love, for I kno she would send It
for she alwayB gives out a pralr lor you
every knight when wo nre at the llosary.
for God to guard, guide and prospe,' I'nekle
Myles, and keep his heart right Wrlto
noone, and I lay down my pen mid Ink und
remain,
"Your affectlonlt nrfow,
"Donoch MoA leer."
'T. S. I'Icaso write noon."
When Johnnie Gavlgan laid down the
letter be Inserted a knuckle under ouch glaJ
of his spectacles and forced tomcthiug cut
of his blinking eyes, though til employer
glared fiercely nt him.
"Sir." raid he. with a bold courage that
astounded Myles Magulre. "what answer
will 1 glveJ Or, 1 suppcea you prefer to
snwer that yoursrlf Can I get yon a
Iraft'"
"QivUm!" and all ot boot Johnnie's liu-
that abject smallness which falls upon a need to deal damage In the after school J
man who has been dlscovtred In a very mean fiithts. and made him an objed of ad-,
act. miration, respect and even awe amongst
his comrades. On the other hand Jaimle .
III.
made good U(e of tho swinging slodgo ham-
Whon Mr Maeulro Informed Mr O'Houike. m utrnlm tlm hnlf n rrnturv nen he hail
that, on second consideration, he had de-' cultivated and made a specialty, l'or five
elded that tho men on the Victor building ' minutes they pitched Into each other with
should have a half holiday. Mr. O'Hourke1 hearty good will. They were once more
was only slightly surprised. Hut when he got boxing beneath tho Iiiy tlush. with encoiir
dowu to 271 Hroadway and there notified the nglng comrades about them: and they did
patient and faithful Johnny Gavlgan that he not care whether Masther Muldoon saw-
should hae a half holiday Johnnie was' them or not. for they were lighting fjr
scribble. I showed ye that letter that e
might read It in connection with tho w.m
from O'Uourko and see for yerself that the
Irish hero Is as great ldotii a nt home, and
the Irlxh at homo uh great blots us they
are hero. Here's these poor fools of
O'Hourke's that are wrestlln' with the wurrl"
and trlvln' with nil their might Just to
cam ns much ns 'nil keep the life In them
here they ,uo wantln' to lone half-a-dny to
go processhln' with n frowd of cqunlly d 1
fco!. thrnppln" themselves out In green rib
bons nnd squandherln' a ouplo ct days'
pay for tho pleasure of throttln' behind n
web of green calico, throw-In' out their chests
und throwln' up their chins, and stcppln'
on tlmo to some out' rantln' nlr that their
grout-grandfather used to dance to. And
then hero'B thta people In Irelan' me own
slather, mo own slsther Rllen, no Ichs
turnln' u chlld'M head with foolish notions
about becfimln' a priest or u prnleher, when
It would be litter (both for themselves and
him) that they were teaehln' him which fiat
to put foremost on a spade-handle, and keep-
him nt school every day, when lt'n In
tho dlteh-sheugh they should havo him
half tho time. No wonder! no wonder! Small
wonder there's poverty nnd hardships In
Irolnn' nnd plenty ot want In Amerlky. It's
seven an" thirty years, Gavlgan, since 1 and
mo llttlo bundlo wero thrown out of the
hip on American soil, without the face ol
a friend to greet mo or as much ns an n -
qualntanco to say, 'Thorp yo are. Myles
Magulre! and tho dlvll Bend ye may pros
per!' 1 wan 10 baro years of age. I bent my
back, and put my hands to, tho duy nflhcr
landed, and for hard years wrought tho
very soul of mo out through me lingers. I
met no friends, nnd I made none what's
more. I wanted nono ami wouldn't have
them. I kept myself clear of nil from home;
they're never a help, alwnys a hindrance If
they came to me wanst they soon found
their welcome wouldn't keep warm for a
second visit; nnd so they were soon shaken
off. I unw that In Amerlky If a man wanted
to go nho.id It took him to think of himself
nnd himself only all the time; forget Ire
land, it's Patrick's days an" Its poverty. I
dlil that. And so signs on It. Myles Magulre.
tho poor delicate child that then Jumped
onto a quay at tho foot of Now York with
his bolongln's under hln arm nnd tw only
two shllliu'H and sixpence ha-penny in bis
pocket, is now Mr. Myles Magulre, con
thractor nnd builder, honored and respected,
nnd wnn of tho lcndln' men In his line In
Now York City, with boveral hundhred men
In his employ and a bank account that I'll
say tiothln' of bekase I'm not a boastln'
man. Gavlgan, therc'M an example for ycr
foolish Irish to copy ufther! What do ye sez
to that. Gavlgan?"
Johnuliie, as he stroked his beard, did not
reply audibly. Hut he was thinking, "I am
only a poor clerk myself, worth Just 110 a
week, 'nnd with a wife and family nnd a
sthruggle with tho wurrr always on mo
hands yet Myles Mugulro, with the big
bank account and no wnn In tho wurrl' to
fret nboiit but yerself, I would cry 'blttherly
If 1 was compelled to hwap places with you.
an' hnvo to take over your heart Into tho
haruuln."
Johnnie Gavlgan wns, of course, one oi
the foolish Irish
ngo this Rummer, if money was plcnilcr It's
few summers would miss mo that I wouldn't,
bo back. I have mo wife nn' children theie
that I've got to sitvo for."
"I suppose yo send them money every
year?"
"livery year! I sthruggle to nen' them,
with God's help, n thrlllo of money every
month. When I'm In eonstnnt work I can
well afford It. I cam big pay, $10 n week.
Wo have two as brave Bone nn ever Gud
bloss'd a father an' mother with, and we're
glvln' them a good sehoolln' and stbrlvln'
to mnko somelhln' rospectablo out Iv them;
we're puttln' wan Iv them on for tholargy
an' tho other's gold' to be a schoolninnther.
An' when I help to pay for tho llvln' an
startled.
"Gavlgau. what time does that parade
start, nnd where from?"
"It starts," said the bewlldrrcj, clateJ
Johfitile, "at 2:30. from Madison Square." then a timely nnd happily placed punch of
"Hum! Well, good mornln", Gavlsan. an' i Mjion'. put In tho neighborhood of Jalmle's
a pleasant dny to ye. . Kastronomlc mnchlnery. did him up. lie sat
glory and absorbed In the dream of It.
Hut Long Jaltnle llaraghey was not as
young ns he used to be, nor his wind ns good.
After five minutes ho was pulling hard; and
Johnnie weut off In a nair-dazed way.
"Thero'H something either wrong with mo or
with Mlsthcr Mngulre," Johnnie said to him
self "an' I'm hnlf afcercd it's with Mlsthcr
Magulrc."
Aud when, throe hours after, Johnnie, In
ono of tho few lucid Intervals he bad on
horseback (for the honor of riding ,i horse
once a year far exceeded the pleasure In poor
Johnnie's enso) noticed on tho fringe of tho
procession Mylrn Mngulre decorated with a
great green snsh, Johnnie only Just escaped
using ,,ogei.ier . . u " ! ' , 'day under the hazy Hush?
Yes. Myles Magulre, contractor audi ' . ,.
I.nlt.lnr fnr lli, Ami 1 1 til .1 In 111 t ll I r t V . RC VI'll
..t.a .nln I,i Atrlp(l hmt rmiln tn Inln j PtUsO.
jiuio nujuuni 111 llllll v...
down hurriedly and, when he could, gaspid
out.
"M M Myles that's cnoil nought"
To tell truth Myles was not sorry. Still
he had a duty to perforin.
"Jnlmle," said he, as ho stood over his
victim, "did me poor mother count the
praties goln' Intll the pot?"
"She didn't Mylos."
"Ja-mle. who's tho liar mo or you?"
"I'm tho ilur. Myles."
"An" Julmlc, who nxed for 'marcy' that
This one gavo pcor Jnlmle lengthened
President
McKinley
will be renominated at
Philadelphia June
19 next.
In tlilo hrnnnallntl nf "n tl t - fl f - U H I" If M Itlf.V
edlncallon of them both-for the llttlo patch I (1v1r nm, tom;f()olB-- 1,0 had tried to drop
of Inn' wouldnt go far to keep them, let ,. ., ,, ... , ., nrt rnn.
venlent opportunity, but n mounted marshal
ordered him "back to tho dlvll out iv that
an' Join ycr own section." When Myles
Mngulre looked nt tho marshal ho discov
ered In him tho hunched-bnek old fellow,
his own workman, who had that morning
generotifly forgiven him for a mean trick of
which he had not been guilty.
Myles melted nwny backward. He tried to
nlono odlacuto them I can't afford to go
back to oul' lrelun' often. Anothir few
yenri bard work, nn' me eor 'HI take me
over, an' mrself an' tho oul' woman 'III never
know want or woo afthct."
Myles Magulrc wiw reflective for rnmc
mo.
"Are yo goln to the parade today?" he
said.
II.
"A gloryus day, this, for the procession,
sir." Myles Maguiro was standing on tho
roar platform of a Hroadway ear, and by
way of reply to the reinank Bcowied severely
at tho conductor who made It, nnd scowled
at the bunch of shamrocks he sported In
his cap. Th conductor, qulto disconcerted,
whistled up "God Save Irtiaud! and le
peated the remark to tho next man who
boarded. And when at tho sharp turn on
Tenth street the conductor sang out. "Hold
fast," after Mr. Magulre had only Just saved
himself from being thrown off tho cur, Mr.
Magulre felt ho would like to kick that con
ductor. A poor worklngman, with his llttlo
bunch In his hand coming on tho car. Here
raised his hat to tho shamrock whereat
Mr. Maculro muttered something Impolite
and fumed Inwardly as If a personal insult
had been Hung In his face. "And maybe
he added to himself, "that poor fool hasn't
tho second quarter to rub again tho llrst
A few blocks farther, an old woman, who
had been helped on by a pollcemnn, llxlng
bor eves on tho shamrock, muttered
prnyer In Gaelic. The conductor plucked
from hln hat a snrlg of tho shamrock (though
It, cost him n pang) and presented It to tho
old woman, who kissed It passionately. .Mr
Maguiro, disdaining even to comey an order
to tho conductor, himself pulled tho corn nm
bounced from the car nt the next corner
"Damn yez all!" ho said. "I'll walk It." lie
did walk It. Hut the reverenco of that poor
woiklngninn and the passionate love of that
old woman for n bit of green weed prtjoi
nnnn his tnlnd nreyed upon It. "Here am
1. Myles Mngulre. contractor and builder
and rich man, without either tlmo or Incllna
tlon for this this damned nonsense; aiv
there's neonlo ns poor as God mado them, an
the wurrl' against them, and they they oli
damn It all!" Flung out from windows wore
iireen flans, to which the burly drivers o
two wagons raised their hatB as they passed
their eyes dam-lng with some gleeful remem
brnnce. Most of tho wagoners ha.l stuck
nnon their horses' harness little green Mags
each of which represented two schoonera of
lager beer foregone. Hotel w.ilteiH. motor
men, hundreds of hurrying foot passengers,
sporteil some piece of green a very few,
with nardnnable pride, displayed the sham
rock. The brightness of the morning seemed.
In tho eyes of all thchc, to blend with the
brightness of heart that sbono out. And,
strangely, the very poorest seemed to sport
ns bright a face as the most well-to-do.
Mr. Myles Maguiro, contractor and builder,
nnd rich mnn. could not help seeing this,
though he would llko to have shut both Ills
eyes and his heart to It all. Myles remem
bered how a poor devil with whom he
worked ages ago used to excite his sarcastic
laughter by declaring that half an ounce of
1-npplnoBs was worth a wagon load of gold.
And now here were many poor devils with
naught but their bare hands huweon them
and starvation, and tho sun watt on their
fnecj nnd In their hearts; yet hero was
he. with his
years ll had
ile-uly tluso people were laboring under the
delusion (hit mioney did not moan every
thing, and wab not the aim and end of ex
istence. Scninwhore thcro was something
radically wrong. Myles Maguiro confessed to
hlnuelf.
At tho Victor building on Twenty-third
street nnd Fourth avenue, which tportcd
tho slcn. "Myles Mugulro, contractor and
builder." tho men had mnuunurlly stopped
work to Bh' iont and nickels nnd n couple
of illmes nt a dirty Italian who had been
minding a travrul- on "I'atrlck's Day" out
of his hand organ, and who then, by way ot
Och, sweet good luck to the eonthractor. 1 Impose himself upon several succeeding sec-
il
"I say again, Jaimle, who?" Myles had
tho nwo-liiHplrlng knuckle scientifically set.
JhIihIo saw tho knuckle nnd ho said:
"It wns me axed for 'marcy', Myles. me."
nnd ho added sollloqulzlngly, "though I'm
rammed If I believe It."
"That's nil right Jaimle. give us a grip of
ycr fist. So loug as yo glvo In to the truth
ye're free to believe what plalses ye."
They shook hands heartily. Myles helped
up his fallen friend. Knch helped to dress
and smooth out the other: and then they
went back to the picnic party, spent n most
The campaign for his re-election
promises to be one of the most hotly
waged political battles in the history of
our country.
"A MOUNTED MAHSHHAIj OltDKHKI) HI M HACK."
no. Had wind to him: An no h an irisn
man, too, they say. Ills name's liitdi
enough. Hut tho heart In him If he's got
tho llko nt ail. at all, which I misdoubt must
bo black. Sarru iizo b!m! If a tenth
of the bad prayers the men has been pray in'
on him tluee two day he heord. I wouldn't
llko to bo In Ills boots. 'A niggard ho Is nn'
ho'll nlver bo anytbln' else!"
Mr. Mngulre was feeling slightly uncom
fortable.
Hons, but with equal Ill-luck each time. At
tlm tall of the parade, only, he found wcl
lomc among a band of Irregulars.
Th? welcoming ercots and cheers that
greeted them nlong the route, the handker
chiefs and tho flags waved to them from
window nnd housetop, every man In the
long pr cession took peronally to nlnn 'If,
nnd wnxed proud over an'J strutted. Ilefore
ho had covered a score 6fbl'jcks Myles Ma
guiro w.ie the vnlncAt man and had tho most
I Imnnulni nl fit i tt oil t li i t i'ojI f-l (i-tmii O trill
"May Saint Pathrlck chalk It up on the nm, (o (hc awkwar(,.mbcdi ,-cngthy fcllw
who proccshed on his left he proudly Im-
croase-bar Iv heaven's gales, to stare the
villain In the face, nn' turn him away If he
has tho Impldoneo to thravel tor'st there
afther ho glvcf h's last gasp. No, I'm
not goln'; nn' thnt'H tho second time, only.
that I've missed tho parade In tho nineteen
years I'm In Amerlky."
i. mischievous 'American scamp snatched
with him the little llag and wont hastily on
parted the Intelligence that this was "a big
day for oul' Irelan'." The big 'fellow's
reply rather a remark to himself "I wish
to the I.,ord they could see uo In Meentlcor,"
discovered to Myles that he wnlked with one
from his own parish. Hoth, to their de
light, soon found that they vere old com
rades and schoolfellows. "Myles Mngulr",
his way down Fourth avenue. Tho old for- j mM lonR jm0 Haraghey, "I've got In me
low wns stooped and hail his back turned. I ,1 here a pint of poteen that was
Myles Magulrc. observing tho thing, was
swaying between two Impulses but tho
hunched back, the gray hair, the patient In
dustry of tho poor old soul and a Bomcthlng
else which ho did not recognize curiously
appealed to him who for seven nnd thirty
Jovial evening nnd went homo mellow, both,
and happy.
To young Honoch MncAteer of Corraclamp
Upper, Meenadrlng I'. O., county of Tyrone
nnd Ireland. Johnnie Gavlgan next day ad
dressed a letter containing a respectable
check, and a promise to pay all charges In
curred In polishing a priest out of the afore
Bald Donoch. "I havo been forgetful In the
past," the letter said, "hut for the tlmo to
come, plcnse God. your pcor mother will not
find mo bo. I nm going home this summer
to find If Knockangher hill flames ns yellow
with whin flow'ers as It used to do, and if
the trnuts aro as plenty as ever In the burn
at the back of 1'hellm McGinley's garden
(God rest him)."
At many subsequent Patrick's day parndes
Mylefl Magulre, In the saddle (sometimes),
wns a proud and conspicuous If not un
steady figure.
Myles Mngulre went homo again and again
for many summers, and his eyes filled ono
Corpus Chrlstl that ho sat In tho old chapel
and heard Father Donoch MncAteer of the
black head and hnndsome. thoughtful face,
read his first mass for him, Myles Magulre.
And when ho turned to look at his sister
poteen and transported themselves again t.i
years had kept his heart rreo from an sucn ; Tyrone. For more than thirty years Myles
weaknesses. He started on a run after the had wasted very llttlo thought, and certainly
inlsiTMnt. Tho latter doubled oround Into I irca nnn,.i, ., t. ,. ...... ......
.. ( -' ..,'t.tv.., u'un ijiwi.i, jvi ik , 110
Twenty-second street. Hut .Myles Magulre 1 prsr,K M0W (rPHi,iy , vividly old times,
was o closo upon him that ho was Induced j old friends, old scenes crowded his memory
to drop the llttlo flag on the path. Myles fol
lowed a hit further, for a novel feeling nf
righteous indignation was upon htm, nnd
ho now felt even more eagerly desirous of
kicking this fellow than the be-shamrocked
conductor. Hut tho follow was too fast for
him and laughed back over his shoulder at
Myles. who then turned nnd picked up the
flag. He was holding It in his hand nnd
gazing at It in an abstracted fashion when
an nstnundlng anil very forceful box on the
ear, making him drop tho llttlo flag from
his grasp, drove him dazed and stnggoring
onto the Btreet where ho Just escaped being
run down by a cab. but did not escnpo
cabby's lavish and wholohenrted abuse.
"Ho-o-o! yo scouiidhrell ye! Ye thought
yerself purty smart, didn't ye?" his old
huiichedback friend wns shouting back nt
him, shaking his fist In which he boro oft
again tho ling. "Ilo-o-o! yo oul' vagabond
who'd have thought ye had so much scoun-
dhrclism In ye? Ho-o-o! I but I'd like to
blench yo If I had tho time! and wasn't loth
to dirty mo hands on yo! Ilo-o-o!" and ho
disappeared Into Fourth avenuo. leaving
Myles Mngulre still stnndlng on the street,
rubbing tho side of hl head and trying to
arrnngo his dazed wits.
'When he got them fairly arranged ho
strodo back to tho Victor building, boiling
with wrath.
brewed on the back side of Knockangher.
When wo get tn tho picnic grounds we'll
havo a Jolly good slug for oul' tlmc' sake."
And In MnrnlncMliln n.irk whom ihnv
ni.nML..,! m.i. i i i- ...i .1... I Kllon. her bowed head and frame wore trcm-
' " "''" I."" ',.. ... ,.,,., .,,,. , ,..,.. l,
whlspered. "Myles, I'm happy an' content to
dlo any time God rnlls me, now. May the
good God bless an' rewnrd you, me brother."
"Whisht! Arrnh. whisht with ye, womnn!"
Myles said, reprlmandlngly. Hut the big
tears ran from his eyes nnd sank with Ellen's
Into tho sacred clay floor.
and made his tongue glib
"An' the masther, too." said Iong Jnlmle,
"ye mind tho times wo had with Masther
Muldoon of I'ulvalnoy eh, Myles?"
"Faith an' I do," said Myles, smtling n re
flective smile, "do yo mind the day Micky
Meehan mude him sit down on his casthor?"
"Ha! ha! I do I do! That was a hard day.
An" do you mind the day we tied him to
tho stanchion In the school gavel? Another
wild day."
"I mind that. An' I mind thp day ho made
you mount me on your back till he'd flog
mo for br'nkln" In Donal O'Donnell's dooro."
"I mind that. Myles, as if It was yesther
day. Heknse I was bo long he thought he'd
make ran ueful In some way. He called mo
his assistant lalcher, bekase nn my hack ho
flogged Inrnln' und manners Inter me. An'
do you mind. Myles, the day you an" nuf
fought an' malavogucd each other at tho
l.azy Tlush bekase I tayed your mother
counted tho pratlos when she was puttln'
them In tho pot?"
"Ha! ha! ha! Upon my bouI, I do that,
Jaimle. What a throuncln' match It w-as. I
always thought mrself a purty boxer, hut
that day, Jaimle. you went within an ace
Iv knocking the coimalt out I' mo. Hn! ha
ha!"
"Within an nco iv knockln' the consalt
out i' yo? Hut Myles, don't ye mind I did
mind
ditch nn'
pounded ye till ye called narey'?"
"Hut heggln' ycr pardon, Jaimle, yer mlm'
ry's slightly nt fault. You mind It wns me
that doubled you over the ditch nn' ludhercd
yo till you shouted 'marcy'?"
"Myles Maguiro," said Jaimle, feelingly,
"I'm ashamed r yo."
"Long Jaimio Haraghey." Mjica said, ' no;
but I'm heartily ushamed I' you."
"I'm very sorry, Indeed. Hint ye force It
out I' me but, Mlsthcr Maguiro, I must say
I yo ro p. liar. t,
"Mlsther Haraghey." said Mr. Magulre.
gone with It." "I m very sorry. Indeed, to say It hul. you re
"HUh. that's Mr. Magulre. tho eonthractor , notorious liar."
for the Victor." "I see no other way out Iv It." said Mr.
Haraghoy, "than to go Into tho grove be
yont nn' settle It."
"none!" said Mr. Magulre.
In tho silence and obscurity of the grove
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WASHINGTON, March ll.-The president
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Steele, former cashier of tho Chestnut
Street Natlonnl bank of Philadelphia, from
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again and was proceeding with hl work. h J
hn hn nnw iMvles MilPllltr. pnmlnp Hn I . . ... '
but ho saw iMyles Magulie coming. Ho
straightened himself up instantly, rolled
back his sleeves, fell Into lighting posture
nnd defiantly yelled. "Come on, out' Helzy
bubb!" "Sir!" shouted Patrick Aloyslus O'Hourke,
who by good luck was now on tho ground,
"what do you mean?"
"I mane to whang seven devils out of that
oul' curmudgeon wIio'b afther thryin' to
make a hare Iv mo nn' stain mo flag Intll
tint Imrnnln rinlv T mili-hr Mm ii'fif' It hla
money bags and fort. vcnty-tlvo .ilsnppearln" roun" tho corner ho was
I not known how to smile! lvl- i . ' .,
"I don't caro a brass fnrdln If he was Sant
Pother himself, an' conthrnctln' for purga-
tnry. 1 wouldn't Btnnd tho same thraltmcnt
i
at his hands." and ho looked the contractor
both doffed coat and vest, tied their au-
ueuani.y n ino cyo a , o pronaim -.. hub. ( ,or8 rouml thclr wa8tH ,, roll(l(1
tlnKia M mil r tvi'n t n At-n nnpnl ml ncnii . . . .
.,.,. their sleeves, Just ns they had done forty-
Si an bitcre, under the I.nzy Hush. They
to his own astonishment. Iieteruilued to bo
ahtouiidlngly gtnerouB ho deigned even to
explain. Ho told how the thing really did
happen.
"Luk bore, now." said tho old fellow,
squared up at each other.
"Jnlmle." said Myles, "I don't llko to
slhrlko yo In cowl' blood. lieaie to ag
Rlrvnto me."
"All light. Msles. Usedn't yer poor mother
wietwi dyln- b-- sliai torture, from which, mend inathers at all, at all, be lyln overt (God re.t herl count (he pratlea when
by a desperate Mretch of Imaginatltn, they'll. I c'..-.-tiMvnnted ye. nn wo are as wo ( ghe'd
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...... i- t'iry t! c tame thrick again on me.
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be puttln' thrrn In tho pot'"
Yo lie, yo scoundhrii:" yelled Myles
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by a trrrlflc blow on Long Julmle'H stoma-h
In an Instant a hot nnd fl"rco encounter
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