Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-12-26

idus, instead Oh rising as usual, lie tuILed
over in bed with luxurious grunt and went
to sleep again, while Patsey hurried through
his simple toilet, tiptoeing round over the
bare floor with painful care not to disturb
him, and his mother put the largest potato
and the choicest bit of bacon by the fire to
keep warm against his coming down.
After his late breakfast, Jamessy lounged
about home awhile and then betook himself
TO the street. where for an hour or more he
picked his teeth and pared his nails, leaning
against lamp-post and watching the passeTs-
by. He wound up the fcrenoonin the corner
grocery store, where he had friendly chat
and glass of beer with feliow-loafer.
The summer days slipped by; Mrs Rooney
sweating over her wash-tub and watching
her boy with anxious eyes, her heart
growing harder against Katy Sullivan
every moment.
Patsey, working like tiger, doing double
work as he had promised, and feeling a sort
Of relief in it, regarding it as some slight
atonement for his guilt in possessing Katy
Suiliyan's love.
Meanwhile he summed Katy as he would
the plague, feeling every time he saw her, as
he said to himself '.like a thief with stolen
goods in both pockets"
And Katy, she looked at Patsey sharply
out Of the corner Of the eye whenever she
got chance, and her loving heart ached to
see that he was growing thin and pale.
At last she set her white teeth together
with true Irish grit and vowed that this state
of things should come 10 an end, and that
speedily.
One Sunday morning, as the two brothers
were returning home from mass, they en-
countered Katy Sullivan. She looked fresh
and blooming as rose, and one of the boys
at least felt his heart leap at sight of her. As
soon as she saw them she crossed the street
and came directly toward them, with the air
of one who has purpose. Without word
of greeting to either she stepped squarely in
front of them, and, looking severely at
Jamesey, began:
cts glad I am to meet you, Jamesey
Rooney she said; "an' now that have the
chance, name to spake out me mind, and
feel the better for it. Aren't you ashamed
Of yourself nova" she went on, flashing
her black eyes scornfully upon him
ga great strappin' lummuck like you,
to lave your work and go whinin' and
pullin' 'round-a-hangin' on to your mother
and brother for ivin'a An pretendin' that
it's all Katy Sullivan's doin'sl AM SO your
AScSiU 10 OlOfS, u lts al, We uGttl 6uOu2ut'
laughing and shaking her head at him:
''dont never tell that to me! Your hearth
Let alone sly, lazy lout like yourself for
pickin' out the girl as he thinks can support
him in aise and idlenessi Didn't We say to
Dan Riley: Katy Sulhvan's the girl to sup
port a dilikit man like meself without lift
of his finger the year aroundp Your heartp
she repeated with such angry vehemence that
Tor, nj 1IoJ L
brothers arm in hurry to get away
s'There, go along wild he!" she burst out
finally with a grimace of disgust; GIVE said
my say, only rll throw in one word more of
advice. There's the wilder Cotter, the old
clothes woman; they do say she is dying O.
love for ye-nore fool shel And We know
she has fine business of her own and money
in the bank besides. 1 hate her like pizen,n
Katy continued, laughing, "and the worst
wish l have for her is that she may get YOU
for her second husband, Jamesey RooneyY"
She laughed again scornfully and tripped
away, turning back, however, to look at Pat
sey just as he was casting sheepish glance
after her. She came almost to full stop
and nodded to him roguishly. But poor Pat
sey's heart trembled within him, and it was a
pale and troubled face that he turned from
her.
The two brothers walked on few rods in
silence. Pity for Jamesey and love for Katy
struggled together in Patsey's breast. He
wanted to say something consoling, but before
he had hit upon just the right thing Jamesey
spoke.
'.It's true what she said of Mrs. Cotter, he
remarked doggedly cam fine woman she
is, and knows gintleman when she sees one.
No Doubt shoid cI1prort mo lilo q owl
say thank ye besides. I have thought her
tri1e old for me; but what matters I'll be
as old as herself if 1 live long enough Pat
sey, believe to me soul I'll take herr"
Patsey stared in open-mo1thed astonish-
ment.
"But your heartl your heart, Jamesey b'y!n
he exclaimed wildly. Glow can We marry
one woman and your heart a-breakin' for
another!'
ooh, shut up, will We now!" said Janesey
peevishly.
Light began to dawn on Patsey's mind
They had reached their own door now. He
burst into the room where his mother sat-
hauling Jamesey after him
Mother, mother" he cried excitedly.
"here's the by Us good as new, heart and all.
Tell her about the wiIder Cotter, Jamesey.n
'Its nothing, mother" says Jamesey
sheepishly, only I've about made up me mind
to marry the widder Cotter and let Katy
Sullivan go hang"
His mother threw up her hands in delighted
surprise.
'Glory be to God now!" she cried. "W hat
,, have l said to many's TIE time to YOU,
Patsey Rooney Haven't 1 said that
woman loves your brother like her own
sour-haven't II
"You have, you have indade," assented
Patsey, rubbing his hands excitedly.
can fine thing it ii be for We, Jamessy,
| me b'y Her first husband niver did a stroke
f! of work from one years end tin another, an,
| died, at last a-sittin' in his aisy-cushioned
| chair, with 4 bit o pork and cabbage in his
mouth All! she supported him like gin
| tleman. What won't she do for dilikit,
| handsome lad like yourselfE'
Patsey gazed from one to the other, and an
expression of great satisfaction spread
! slowly over his flushed, eager face, which
concentrated itself at last into a radiant
| grin.
can now" says he, with businqss-lik.
sir, lifting his head in unconscious e,;rlsa.
| ton. AN now there's clear field for t1s
| other lad, if understand the case rightly.
How is that, Jamesey b'ya How is that,
| mother:'
"Who cares for the other ladr' said