The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1880-04-11

casting a glance about the car, it's sup he
wants to bring him round Though assured
that he had found the right bottle, under the
three times before becoming convinced that
It did not contain vinegar. But old Barry re-
fused to be brought around In that manner.
".Thtn III take Fill meself to your
healths, said the obliging sailor, setting
bottle, yet according to his measure he found
something less than q gill left In It, And there
we sat FOR more than hour, while old Barry
went on muttering to himself and looking
END Gu q h Ssry s as tSoa s he wound
polish 1t away. I suppose the old man could
not bring his mind to realize that his slim
boy had grown to be such q hulk OF man.
Young Barry was perfectly at home and
when l left he was smoking Barry's short
pipe, having previously entertained us with
full history Of himself since enlistlng.""
The return OF the sailor boy soon proved an
evil for old Barry, though ut first he gave
promise Of being Of some use In the business.
Everyone had q friendly nod or word for him.
lone heart OF an old gray-headed man. When
he delivered the orders he was made vel
come guest In the kitchens to spin yarns Of
his travels while warming himself, and 1t was
not long before he favored q rosy Kate as the
"girl" of his heart.
In months time many of the oystermans
patrons marked that Mr.. Quin, Jr., bore about
with him unmistakable flavor OF gin. which,
waited up from the culinary regions, betrayed
began to daily diminish, as in addition he
carried many kettle Of fine oysters down to
the wharves to improvise feasts for jolly fell
low jack tars, while those who had ordered
them waited In vain. From the very day of
the sailors appearance the old man never
seemed his cheerful self, going about with
leaden steps and troubled brow. We missed
his accustomed volubillty, though no one
particularly regretted hearing the last OF
those bloody combats and High Royal Adj
changing the subject as soon as 1t was
touched as X there was q something In con-
nection with the boy that he would fain hide
In his own breast.
forced to hear, and directly began himself to
show signs OF unsteadiness, reported by Mrs.
O'Tooley, who laid all the blame to that
disgrace o o son o. hissen, worritln an q
dom ovid Barry deal o harum." In spite
Of many friendly words Of warning the old
oysterman went steadily downward, and his
business as WE'LL though years OF good for
tune had allowed him to accumulate q snug
property that he carefully kept In his own
hands, q precaution not relished by the heir,
consent to his son marrying the rosy Kate, q
really handsome girl. and when she went to
| plead their Joint cause, old Barry. strange to
| hear at the time, won her to his way OF think
Then, when at once the sailor-boy dlsap-
peared, and Mrs. O'Tooley told Of an awful
| row between old and young Barry. ending In
the latter going of to sea-she understood
that old Barry had turned him out Of doors
and threatened the law-the rare. rosy Kate
and nursed him with daughters care.
There was many joke cracked at Hates ex-
pense, but however much her tongue strug-
gled to speak, she kept wise silence. per-
picking to "the byes."
AS came from the depot one afternoon
having been away a couple OF days, stopped
on my way home at Barry's to leave him some
Dublin papers had picked up, and was a lit
tie surprised to hear that the old man had
scamp OF sailor was there In full possession,
having deceived old Barry and his friends by
working little distance from the city, await
Ing the then transpired event. He was max
Ing great display OF grief. and thanked me
ing an old crone whispered to me that Katie
had been at my house for some time, waiting
to see me. Walking thither, near the corner
Of the street WAS accosted by a voice, and
looking up was startled at the figure that
stood BY me. It was close fac smile OF hale
Barry Quin, though much younger, as he
appeared when arrayed on Sunday, but
there was force OF character In the face be-
fore me that the oystermans lacked.
llves, askln' pardon for troublln' your said
the man In pleasant manner.
Eyes: that is he. did, poor man."
where's he game, sur seein I'm his
brother Dan'l from the ovid country an a
stranger to these parts
"Daniel," said 1, slowly, "you have heard,
no doubt, and IL not, I'm sorry to tell you,
that your brother has been Ill and getting
| worse for some time, and"
II can see, sur, that pore Barry's dead
1{c han Il
upon his broad breast, and his eyes suffused
with struggling tears as he crossed his hands
over the top of his thick walking stick, lean
Ing heavily upon it. ''Td give a hundred
pounds to have come to the answerin' o pore
"Yes, 1t Is sad for me to admit that your
brother is dead; but you know, I dare say,
tn at his son returned year ago; and he Is
now with the remains" said |, trying to put
the best construction on the facts that was
possible, hoping to comfort the honest fell
low with the idea that his brother had not
died alone, and not seeing how could then
we'll bring In katie's name. But my words
had totally different effect from what had
anticipated.
where dye say that sailor haythen Ia ?"
roared he In such an abrupt and loud voice
of passion that / jumped back step from
him, and grasping his stick In a determined
manner, PLACE, sur, show me to him."
8. FIRST, Mr.. Quin," said | persuasively,
out the house, from which have Just come.
that you will do nothing rash-allow me to
carry your stick, a real hawthorn. I see."
he at once committed 1t into my hands,
saying, II give me word, an take 1t, sur
yes been koind to Barry, so kape the stick -
When we entered the house, then part filled
with GUMS friends, every face blanched as
they caught sight OF Daniel; some edged to
the door. and others crossed themselves, una
bic to move. The sailor made dive for an
open window, but only succeeded In doubling
up burly fellow who happened to move Just
In the way with doubtless the idea of beating
retreat that way himself.
"Tm DAM Quin," said the supposed ghost,
to everyone's relief except the sailors, who,
muttering that he muet look for liniment for
his bruise went out Of the room into anoth-
er. "Danl Quin, from the ovid country, an
the brother . pore dead Barry. rest his sowl
take your comm koindly, God Knows, an
you's all welcome but that haythen sailor
bye, wherever he u.s." looking ihquiringly
around. Here several OF the m.urners
glanced at me as II they concluded had ex-
posed all tha old mans troubles. and one