Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-04-22

me mass?" says he. "l was bet up en-
tirely Sunday for some wan to attind
last mass, and I was wudout me brek-
/ fast till it was time for to go to me din
ner," says he, an I'm not over sthrong,"
says he, "be raisin' av my heart that s
wrong $3.50 $3.50 5s sn7at-.a @.'| - 'fa"'
ua" He'd only Spite yer mass, yer riv-
erince,' says me poor mother, thryln'
for to get me off. ,.t..-..t ..l 90
"Sind him to me on Christmas Eve"
says Father Mac, AN I'll larn him how
for to do it-for he must attind the
midnight mass" says he.
So, to make a long story short, yer
amer, he got the soft side O me poor
mother, an I was sint wud a sore heart
over the hills to that little chapel, fore
ninst ye,. on Christmas Eve, for to learn
for to sarve the midnight mass. i. +
Well, sir, Father Myles was the broth
av priest. He never thoughta v nothin'
but the souls av the faithful departed,
an av the sinful meandherins av some
av his flock /; an in regard O drink he
was cruel hard. .Av he got the taste av
a smell O sperrits off av boy, he was
at him like cock to a blackberry
He'd pick an pick at him until he
wouldn't leave filter on him, and
yed' do all sorts to get out av his claws.
| [ went up to the chapel, and he fairly
! bothered me wud ct cum sperrits-tew
tew oh, till [ KEN away wud an ass's
! load ov Latin in my head, but all rowl-
ed up like plate av stirabout, so that
whin had 'Dominny' all night, av [
was stint to Botony for it, I couldn't
bowl out the vobiscum.
Blur an ages (says p, what'll [ do at
all, at all ? must only thry and both
er him wud the bell. y
Jerry paused, threw sleeps eye at
my flask, which pretended not to per-
ceive, and taking prolonged pull at
his dudeen continued
Divel SIGH a night ever KEN out av
the ske, for snow. It beet all We ever
heerd tell av. The flakes was as big as
hin's eggs, an there was wind BLOWN
that wud tie the sthrings av yer
brogues. aa=TsUst
Yer not goin for to sind the gossoon
out SIGH a night ?" says me poor father.
There's no help for it." says me
mother. 'a 5000 "a#
'tHell be smothered with the cowld.
Be sed be me, and let him stay where
he is ..>...
"He must sarve midnight mass"
says me mother.
"Therell be no one to hear it," says
me father, little rough.
''But Father Macmanus must say
it, says me mother. She got the bet
to Grass that very hill, for we were
hvin' below there in the bog" e..
'That must have been a damp spot,
jerry [ interposed.
Damp, avic It's better nor half the
year undher wather, an the very snipes
has the newralgy. It's only fit for a
say gull, or a .dispinsary dochthor."
/, A more dreary looking region l never
beheld. Even in the summer. sunlight
it looked dismal swamp
$ had four good miles to put I'M
! dher me" Jerry resumed, sfour good
miles, as bad as tin, for it was all up
hill, an [, only I knew the short cuts
on me road as well as COW, be me soul
an it's in the bottom av the lake here
among the salmin-bad cess to thin,
why won't they take the iligant flies
that yer amer is timpting thin wud-
I'd be, as shure as there's bill on a
crow ..
! It was tough work, yer amer, agin'
wind an snow, an [ goin' entirely agin'
me il1in' an not word av what Father
| Myles had discoorsed to me in the
mornin', but was clane bet out O. me
head More nor twice't [ was goin' for
to turn back, but somethin' tould me
to go on. There was wake at Phil
DlmDhy's, and a dance at the shee-
been beyant Glendalobagh, but some.
thin, sed, go on, Jerry yer wanted, an
l whit, wud snow-balls as hard as mar
bles stickin' to me brogues. D
''By Jove Jerry, if [ had been in your
place, I'd have left Father Macmanus
in the lurch,' said I. : ao
$50 ye wud, an that's just yer igno-
rance, % retorted Jerry, in an offended
tone. 'sAv ye hear me out, yell see I
was in the right in pursuin' the path,
but folly yer own way. Az ye don't
| A golliogue restored mutual conf
dence. and he resumed: @<a
"Whin I got to the chapel, there was n
strim of light, and I crept round to
vesthry door, and knocked respectful
like, bnt no answer. I knocked agin :;
no answer. [ riz the latch, pushed the
door, the last sod was burning out, and
there wasn't handful O. fire.
He hasn't come yet says I to me-
self, so I'll humor the fire, and I wint
for to stir it, when I felt me heart drop
into me brogues, and me hair fly up to
the ceiling, for foremost me stud Father
Myles Macmanus, as white as if he was
bein' walked, and looking quare and
mournful. He was in his vistmints,
reddy for his mass.
I cudn''t spake. Me tongue was that
dry in me throat that We cud have grated
lump av sugar on it. I comminced
for to shake like dog that's too long
in the wather, an I was that afeared
that me stomik was saysick
He never sed word, but KEEP lookin'
at me, square and mournful.
I struggled wud patther and avry
it gev me courage, for seq I, afther a
little, Its terrible night, yer river
ence.
Are We reddy to sarve me mass !?