News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-02-16

4 A%OSNO~~s
1t had been all that the angry young
blacksmith could do to bear his disap-
pointment and loss. 1t was consola-
ton to him, after they had sailed, to
imagine the poor, frail Teddy rent with
the agonies of sea-sickness; and we are
sorry to say that more than once he said
a prayer not written in the Book-''that
yon white-faced young baby of man
might be s'a-sick till he was turned
wrong side out, and then cast into the
s'a, dead intirely p
Mick, notwithstanding his fiery tenn
per, was, after all, generous fellow. L
am sure that, could he have known what
his old friends were passing through in
strange land, he would have sent
them, without revealing his agency in
the matter, some of his hard-earned
Hpounds O money" But he could not
forgive their imaginary wealth and hap
piness.
He grew moody and gloomy, and his
parents feared for his reason. They
urged him to go to confessional cere-
mony he had seldom gone through, as
his sins never troubled hims much.
But he went to the priest to please his
mother.
The well-meaning old father asked all
sorts of questions to learn what the
trouble was that was pressing on his
| heart.
"Have We liver murdered anybody and
hid him in the bog?" he asked.
"'Deed I haint, thinr' replied Mick.
"Have We liver stole money, or its
valued"
"'Deed, haint done that, ather"
"Have We coveted your neighbors'
goods ?"
"'Deed, I've no made O. dom that,
for I've got more mysilf nor most O.
them has,
''Have We lied agin yer enemies ?"
"'Deed, haint! I've better way
o. settlln' them. Ijist ups wild my right
fist and knocks 'em down widout the
trouble o. lynn agin 'emI"
The priest rebuked this spirit, and
asked if there was grudge in his heart
against any felIow-creature.
"Plinty O. 'em, yer reverence.
"Go this hour and ak their pardon, -
was the good advice of the old man.
"Faith, the one agin whom 1 am
evilest is far away-beyont my power,
yer reverence.
And as he said this, the thought
darted into his mind that il he ''could
jist get over the sea and give Teddy a
fine thrashin', he would feel better. +"
''I'l take yer advice, hooly fayther, and
hunt him on the other side o. the s'a. !"
And at once the gossip about Mick's
low spirits was turned into new chan
mel. 1t was now said that he was con-
science struck about the curses he had
prayed down on Teddy Looney, and
was going to America to ask his pardon
as g penance. When asked by an old
friend if he had really forgiven Teddy,
he replied:
eyes, have 1, till I gets within arms
reach O. him and then he'll find out
what Mick Tandy's reyinge is-will hel"
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 a
dingy part of the city of Lowell, when a
stalwart fellow. with strong Irish
brogue on his tongue, stepped into a
grocery and asked: "Would you be
tellin' me, sir, where lives rich gintle-
man in these parts by the name of
Looney ?"
81 do not know of any gentleman in
the city of that pame," was the reply.
''Did ye never hear the name in these
parts ?"
'fNo; except family Up Dash Lane,
in one of the factory tenements."
Then Mick, thinking these poor peo-
pie might direct him to their rich name
sake, followed the grocer's direction,
and soon found himself mounting
ricketty stairway, every board of which
creaked beneath his ponderous tread.
He tapped at the door to which he
had been directed, and in moment it
was opened and he saw dlmly by the
light of poor lamp woman with one
child in her arms. Everything in the
room was very poor but very clean.
'Is this Mistbress Looney ?" he asked.
eyes, yer honor" replied the woman,
softly.
"1'm new come from COLONY, Ire
land, mistress, and am s'archin' for old
friends by your name. They're people
in fine circumstances, and thought ye
might direct me 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 Coloonyp she gasped
'1'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 a
fable sort o young man, and some say
they got rich here. If heerd right,
he had factory O. his own in this
place"
Here the pale woman gave groan
and threw her apron over her head.
"What ails We, poor eowl?" cried
Mick. thrustlng his hand into his pocket
for his purse to relieve her suffering.
The light, which was behind the wo-
man, had shone on Mick's face, and
Kathleen knew him and thought he had
come to persecute her in her distress.
"What ails ye, woman, that ye howl
and wall this way % he asked.
"Och, Mick, We never knew this pale,
overworked cr'atuI for K athleenr'
''Niver What has befell YEP" he
asked, stepping into the room and TAX
ing her two thin hands kindly in his
own. and adding, ''Where is Teddy?"
SHE'S in his grave thislast six months,
/ thank ye," was the meek reply.
Sand who sees after We and the chill
der?" for he now saw another child
asleep in the room.
"Not onei I washes and scrubs
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