Morris tribune., 1882-01-26

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 /, till gets within arms reach
O. him; and then he'll find out what Mich
Tandy's revenge is-wiu 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 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 Looney2"
II do not know of any gentleman in the oity
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 rioh namesake,
followed the grocer's direction, and soon
found himself mounting q ricketty stair
way, every board of which creaked beneath
his ponderous tread.
| AA0 StPPCu ~ eAO uOOI " HulCu uc udu
been directed, and in moment it was
opened and he saw dimly by the light of q
poor Tampa woman with one child in her
arms. Everything in the room was very
poor but very clean.
"1s this Misthress Looney?" he asked.
Yes, yer honor" replied the woman,
softly.
"Pm new come from COLONY, Irelan d,
mistress, and am sarching for old friends
by your name. They're people in fine cir
cumstances, 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 Coloeny!" she gasped. I'm
from that same myself; but 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 u
fable sort o young man, and some say they
got rich here, If heerd right, he had a
foctory O his own in this place"
Here the pale woman gave groan, and
threw her apron over her head.
What ails We, poor sowl?" cried Mick,
thrusting his hand into his pocket for his
purse to relieve her suffering.
The light, which was behind the woman,
had shone on Micks 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
wall this way?" he asked.
Och, Mick, ye never knew this pale,
overworked cr'atur for Kathleen!"
"Niver! What has befell YEP" he aske d,
stepping into the room and taking her two
Hor lc l. w, S,,h all
where is Teddy"
He's in his grave this last six months,
thank ye," was the meek reply.
and who sees after ye and the childer1'
for he now saw another child asleep in the
room.
Not onel I washes ana scrubs-but
Q Mick, I'm that sick and heavy, I'd be
glad to go back and lie down in the dear
Old churchyard at Coloony and restl"
There's rest this side O the grave;'
cried Mick. aye needn't go there for it,
dear heart"
And Mick stopped down and took up q
chubby, sleeping boy of four years, re-
marking, not very delicately, as he stroked
back his golden curls, There's no look OF
the fayther in him, thank heaven"
kathleen was too much overwhelmed tc
notice this remark; and when she removed
her apron from her eyes little Teddy was
laughing and playing with the iron chain
that guarded the blacksmith's silver
watch.
In another hour the whole party, Kath.
leen carrying the youn ger boy and Micl
leading small Teddy, were gazing into thu
, store windows, resplendent with gay colors
and jets of gas. They were on a shopping
excursion, and went home laden with gro.
cerles, dry goods, and new shoes ali round
besides oranges and candy.
, Before Mick left his old friend he tol:
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 a fayther to poor dear Ted's little
boys"
/ likes O. that, and Teedy only six months il
/ his gravel" sobbed Kathleen.
But yell not say 'niyer, as ye once sale
in the vale of Coloony?" asked Mick.
l No, Mick, I'll not say that, but I'll asl
, a respectable time to mourn in; and name
!. time III work hali to fade nay darlin
Q boys!"
b If can do twice the work O. any black
9 smith in this country, ye made not breal
: yer heart DER anybody washtub!" and wit
lavish pride Mick threw handful of gol
n coin at her feet.
D Il wouldn't touch it," cried Kathleen
q while csn work. took the shoes an
g.. eatables from sheer wantl"
g. Och, well, I'll sarch out yer priest an
: give it to him for ye! It'll be holy if /
: come through his hands," said Mick
o smiling, How long will it take We t
It mourn it out, Kathlie?"
r Maybe year, Mick" was the innocen
e reply.
that?"
:: "Ill try" replied the modest creature
q "and see what his reverence says about il
II But I'll only take ye on two conditions
r ick-that ye mend yer timper, and thl
Y ye put up headstone to poor dear Teddy
' gravel"
It "Pll do that last-half- dozen Of 'era il '
' say so-and do it with hearty good wnl
Och Kathlie, I've grown wonderful hool
D since I've touched foot to American shore
r I cam, here as fierce as q lion to be revene
q sd On Ted, and here's me to-day, SO hoo
: that I've forgiven him intirely, and am sur
d portin' his family for him, and putin up
@ headstone to his gravel"
e Mick found profitable work in anoth,
a city, and Kathleen was we'll looked after /
: the priest, who had little fund to draw @
v for her wants. When the "mournin' -yes
{ was out" Mick. who had conquered b
o spirit in good degree, moved his fami
ina style that showed real prosperit
o perity, to his new home, and put on afu.
: ty-dollar headstone to Teddy's grave" q
% which was this inscription:
le SACRED TO THE MEMORY
- OF
:. EDWARD LooNEY, AGED 80 YEARS,
~ BORN
n CoLooNY, IRELAND
g ERECTED BY
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