The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-01-26
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! was now said that he was conscience struck
about the curses he had prayed down on
| Teddy Looney, and was going to America
| to ask his pardon as penance. Wher
asked by an old friend If he had really for
! given Teddy. he replied
"Yes, have I. till gets within arms reach
O. him; and then he'll find out what Mick
| Tnndy's revenge is-will he!"
J So Mick left his forge, his anvil and his
leather apron, and set sail, to the great grief
OF the many who had always found friend
in the hot headed, warm hearted fellow.
The street lights burned dimly in dingy
part of the city of Lowell, when q stalwart
fellow, with strong Irish brogue on hi
tongue, stepped into grocery and asked
"Would you be tellin' me, sir, where lives a
rich gintleman in these parts by the name
| of Looney?"
"1donot know of any gentleman in the CITY
of that name, was the reply.
Did ye never hear the name in these
parts?"
mo; except family up Dash Lane, in
one Of the factory tenements."
Then Mick, thinking these poor people
! might direct him to their rich namesake,
followed the grocer's direction, and soon
found himself mounting . ricketty stair
| way, every board of which creaked beneath
his ponderous tread.
He tapped at the door to which he had
been directed, and in q moment it was
opened and he saw dimly by the light Of s
poor Tampa woman with one child in her
arms. Everything in the room was very
poor but very clean.
us this Misthress Looney?" he asked.
Yes, yer honor" replied the woman,
softly.
"I'n new come from COLONY, Irelan d,
mistress, and am SEARCHING for old friends
by your name. They're people in fine cir
cumstances, and thought " might direct
:ue to en-"
The woman caught her breath. for the
voice was familiar. and she rose up and laid
her child down and stood at the door
while her visitor stood in the dark entry.
"Och, dear Coloenv!' she gasped. I'm
from that same myself; but I never heard
Of another one in this place blessed enough
to be born there-dear, dear Coloony!"
The wife's name, afore she married,
was Kathleen Byrne, and she married
fable sort O young man, and some say they
got rich here. If heerd right, he had
foctory O his own in this place."
Here the pale woman gave groan, and
threw her apron over her head.
What aiis ye, poor sowl?" cried Mick,
purse to relieve her suffering.
The light, which was behind the woman,
had shone OF Mick's face, and Kathleen
knew him and thought he had come to per-
secute her in her distress.
what ails We, woman, that ye howl and
vail this way?" he asked.
Och, Mick, ye never knew this pale,
oTerworked cratur for Kathleen!"
"Niver What has befell YEP" he asked,
stepping into the room and taking her two
thin hands kindly in his own, and adding,
Where is Teddy?"
He's in his grave this last six moaths,
ttank ye," was the meek reply.
"Ana who sees after ye and the childer7"
for he now saw another child asleep in the
room.
"Eot one! I washes ana scrubs-but
0 M'ck, I'm that sick and heavy, I'd be
gle % 60 back and lie down in the dear
Old ci;1rchyard at COLONY and -est!
There's rest this side O. the grave;"
cried Mick. "Ye needn't 20 there for it,
dear heart"
AZ! Mex stopped down and took up q
chubby, sleeping boy of four years, re-
marking, not very delicstely, as he stroked
back his golden curls, There's no look of
the fayther in him, thank heaven"
Kathleen was too much overwhelmed to
notice this remark; and when she removed
her apron from her eyes little Teddy was
laughing and playing with the iron chain
! watch.
In another hour tho whole party, Kath-
leen carrying the youn ger boy and Mick
leading small Teddy, were gazing into the
store-w windows, Respondent with gay colors
and jets of gas. They were on shopping
excursion, and went home laden with gro
ceries, dry goods, and new shoes ali round
! besides oranges and candy.
Before Mick left his old friend he told
her she should never want while his two
| fists were spared him-if-if-she would
| only take him now in the end, and let him
! be fayther to poor dear Ted's little
boys"
likes O that, and Teedy only six months in
his gravel sobbed Kathleen.
But yell not say niver,' as We once said
in the vale of Coloony?" asked Mick.
mo, Mick, I'll not say that, but I'll ask
a respectable time to mourn in; and name
timo III work ha,i to fade my darlin'
boys"
IF can DO twice the work o. any black.
smith IN this country, ye made not break
yer heart DER an! body's washtub!" and with
| 4uFiou MlCA Threw d QaQO10l or gold
coin at her feet.
Il wouldn't touch it," cried Kathleen.
awhile cen work took the shoes and
eatables from sheer want!"
Och, we'll, Iu sarch out yer priest and
give it to him for ye! It'll be holy If it
come through his hands" said Mick,
mourn it out, Kathlie?" W
Maybe year, Nick" was the innocent
reply.
Couldn't ye get through sooner than
that?"
GIL try" replied the modest creature
"and see what his reverence says about it
But I'll only take ye on two conditions
Mick-that ye mend yer timper, and tho
ye put up headstone to poor dear Teddy;
gravel"
"rl do that last-half- dozen Of 'em if y,
say so-and do it with hearty good will
! Och Kathlie, I've grown wonderful hool,
I cam, here as fierce as lion to be reveng
sd on Ted, and here's me to-day, SO hool,
that I've forgiven him intirely, and am sup
portin' his family for him, and putin up
headstone to his gravel"
Mick found profitable work in anothe
city, and Kathleen was well looked after b.
the priest, who had little fund to draw OF
for her wants. When the "mournin' yea
was out" Mick. who had conquered hi
spirit in good degree, moved his fami1.
ina style that showed real prosperity
perity, to his new home, and put on a "fuf
ty-dollar headstone to Teddys grave" OF
which was this inscription:
SACRED TO THE MEMORY
| OF
| EDWARD LooNEY, AGED 80 YEARS,
! BORN
| COLONY IRELAND.
| ERECTED BY
Els LOVING AND GRATEFUL FRIEND,
MICHAEL TANDY.
And thus ended Micks revenge. Low
for his old friend and her little ones ha
softened his heart towards the whole world
A Renaissance OF the War.