The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-06-04
JERRY DCNoVAN'S MIDNIGHT
MASS.
Fro A!llIeYear round.

LCugh lney is situated IN one of the
Widest valleys in tue west Of Leland
Tie Law Lie Assurance Company have
created a lodge By the edge of the lake,
for the convent, nee of the disciples OF Old
Iz44k, hutzsof s. me reason best known to
that Distinguish, guild, the Internal ar
fragments have never been completed,
ard it stands virtually bleak house, re
semblng that stereo:yped Dead Sea fruit,
tie rottenness of the core of which is 81
often made capital of by smile loving itera
ieu-
was fishing 10 Tough Iney-the month
hundred and seventh -three. 1t was a melt.
Ing day with muir y clouds overhead, and
just a chance of breeze later on Nv
rod lay boddIng at its cwn reflection from
out the .nd of the boat. and WAS smok
ing the calumet Of peace, and engaged
Icawberwtse-awaIting for someth ing to
turn up. At the bow sat Jerry Donovan
my guide, philosopher, and friend, in the
Act of freddy la hi dhuieen, or little black
pipe Jerry eye was a. bright s.s &. glass
boil ani twinkle like {. di'si2a'el star.
Tie WAS Myles ma Coppaileen, except that
he was a tride nrre raggel-the co Lph.
ca'ed patch work upon his small clothes
wonii have plzzl' the Davenport Broth
er'. Jerry and were upon terms Of
the easiest iamIiiari y, which cauticu-ly
c"mented by oec,-5pnai ".olliogues," as
he invariably c;d % them, from out a
ieatherH task VIM, hum, sus,,n,l.I IL
my waist, and d., Re giving If which
generally evake ON III, r,cip,e,,r !.
th,r m.sir I..,n s.n.,ns, ,r a f., .,,.,,,
81 $40.
derry la Iiga.a. ~ ulre, AMI { ia
re flied, When IT., ST.. .enly asked
"Dii v, ever u. .,r tel o'Murt,, ,I,.,.
nesar.', az. ii :"
resppnIe,! il NEGATIVE.
III wa.a or .. ort NV L,,, H.,
dhrark uhia he * irv
s.af's a.b,sat .,.r .y-rrvm
"Brr,lrra. I'm F.. ..s.as, ro.L,, ;,
Unvrg p,,,r.d N, On, +, ,,u,,.u J.,
held the vessel IL hi. and rhJ<t b. 4.
liyerrd himself OF thu, Gour;.h;,, s.,,;
mnnt:
"Nay yer 4 IVA he a. hr;qh, "a tho b,1.s
on this sperrits, AN may yer hear, IN. ,s
sthTuug.'
"'Tnerc's 40 chance ia fish. Jerry ?"
"Di~ii a wan, vcr ~ ,,,.r.''
Any cha nce7of i II nv, Jerry?"
Troth thin there l., bckase we've trated
the dacent, and I'll tell We what hapr ened
me 10 regard av sarvin' mass. in the little
Chapel Of B..liynacIuSk, en-, over the hin
bryant" pointing, AS he sroke, in the
direction of d mountain knogn as Honna
monIhoul, tnweri ny ri.hr over us. Harin.
carefully taken three or four vigorous pulls
~ his pipe, be removed it from his mouth.
and csmn,enced As follows
well sir, was 4 lump av a gossoon
about. thoth Its a Icing time ago, sure
enoug.,-and diyil res.,e the buke I'd
read, or sum I'd do, bur it's afther the
rabbits was, and kotchin fish, ard al
rartin' meself iutirciy, when wan morn
m. nigh Christmas. up comes Father
Miles Macmanus-maNb be sayin, the rosary
ID osat'hcay ton tins bless d mint, amin"
And DERRY reSerently removed his hat.
w n" tfm To there me POOR mother was
sittin foreninst the fire, and says be,
'Mi'sis hinNtIelia' saj" he why the
blaIesr" here Jerry caurhed violently.
"thim's not his his riyeTen,e's exact words.
sir but, We Geo. he was riz. Misses
kinshella, saws he, have We no regard at
all for to be in glory whin We shovel off
this MORTAL coil !? savs he.
"Oh yer reverence" saws She "wbv wud
= ye luther thin hard works mgin me ," he
gnnin' Tor to cry.
"Bekase mann, SAYS he, . little softeneJ
Sye,re nat do,n, ver dhu,v"
ooh, Father Myles, what is it done
wrong?" says she. roarin til we'd think
her heart nd sphlit"
'.Why don't We sad IN ~ u .ss0on mint
ing his finger at me 7" 40 a.shd me
mass - saws he Il un- H., mn entirely ,
SUNDAY for some wan tn ntrn last mass
snd was wudaut M. b, e,xf Il rill it VIII.
tim. for 70 a., q, ma n, =, - s,v. ba nm
Tm not oy,r,thr,ns," SAY, n.. :. be ra.i,'
~ NV heart that. vron,,
He'd only sp,fe YER m S.. yer riv
srince, says me poor m,tAe. thry'n' ;or
30 get 'n' On
GNU "'ih to me %" on C'f sfmi1 hv-'
says I ather Mac. an q u ann how
Tor 10 do ii-tor he must az nj the mh
night mas, says he.
So. To make a iun. story 80 T. yer amer