Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-03-18

that was needed, Sd before Patsy got
through with his days work Father
Knight had induced him TO say that
he would come TO church ON Sunday,
and tothe night school.
So all the day long Patsy worked in
the nursery. Every morning he went
down the lane, past the Maginnis cot
tage, whistling like "A lark asst mounts
into midair. Maggie Magiunis would
open her sleepy bye eyes and hear
him 60 by, and at night when he came
home from work she woula watch for
him coming down the lane, and he
would present her with an apple or a
peach, or perhaps "A bouquet Of var
row and buttercupS and daisies that he
had picked along the fence.
Patsy rather liked Maggie, and that
Maggie liked Patsy was AN evident
fact. They used TO play together in
the days before Patsy had Ia work,
and now Patsy would tell her all
about his experiences at the night
school, and how kind Father Knight
was to him.
Why, will We be thinkin' of it,
Meg, he took me right into his parlor
today and played the organ for me-"
accompanying his assertions with sew
eral convincing mods of his head.
Now you don't lie tellin' me, and
with those bootsi"
The very same, an they was all
covered with mud. | stood on tie
mat by the door and he said Come
right in, my child, just as clever as
could be-"
And what did he piayl"
''Oh, he played a lot of things, an l
sung Eileen Aroon' for him."
You singl You. Patsy" and little
Meg danced a pas seul around the boy.
You sing for Father kniglti What
did he sayf"
He said, Very well done; come in
again Tomorrow"
And Patsy did go on the morrow
and for many morrows, and at last Fa-
Their Knight taught him the rudiments
Of music, 50 that he could sit down at
the organ himself and in a slow mi
nor way accompany his own treble
voice. And Patsy was learning at the
night school, too. And one day Mr..
Bidwell sent for him and told him
hat he would let him try the position
Of superintendent over the other men,
and Patsy. never daanted at anything,
took it. For three years he held that
position, and he kept up the school,
though he began To cultivate a mus.
tache, and the girls said they thought
il was time such a big boy quit going
10 school. But they did not know the
ambition that was in Patsy's heart.
How could theyl None but Meg. She
rather guessed at it, though she and
Patsy had drifted apart since they
were grown up. She was a school
teacher and was away most of the
time, but she had always understood
Patsy better than any one else.
Then Patsy was promoted again.
This time To the city office, for his ed.
ucation permitted of that now, and
Patsy's heart was glad. There was no
little regret at leaving his native
town. All people who 60 forth into
the world have that regret, and the
home of their birth and the place that
holds the loved ones, is always the
dearest spot on earth.
Aunt Margaret cried until her ging.
ham apron was wet with tears, and
Uncle Michael stood at the gate a long
time before he went in the house, and
he didn't have as good a relish for his
supper as lie usuallt had.
Word would o : back from time
to time that Patsy was doing well.
The village papers would contain no
tees like this:
Mr.. p. Flanagan. Of -, spent Sunday in town
Or,
Mr.. Flanagan, Of the firm Of Bidwell, Flanagan
& Co., came home TO eat his Christmas dinner.
Yes, Patsy became a partner, and he
studied, studied all the time, though
he once declared 10 Father Knight
that he would not like it at all. But
learning is like money, the more you
have the more you want, and one day
he was admitted to the bar.
All this time little blue eyed Meg
was working away at her school work.
Patsy had nots seen her for a long time,
but he had not forgotten her. Our
first childish impressions are the ones
We cherish and save until they are
dispelled by later ones, to some ex-
tent, and so he always remembered
Meg as she used 10 lean out Of the
window AS he went by, lean 50 far out
that she was in danger Of falling on
her curly head into the pansy bed be-
low. He would have been glad to
have seen Meg when he went home,
but she was always away.
So time wenton and Patsy, entirely
against his will, was almost forced
into politics. He had no taste for pol
tics, but all through his life it was a
noticeable fact that those things lac ut
terly refused to have anything TO do
with were the ones that he finally en-
tered into heart and soul, and SO il was
with politics. And lac served his on
stituents 50 well that they we're not
satisfied 10 let him remain a mere local
politician, they must needs elect him to
congress, and one day Patsy took his
place among the representatives Of the
people.
Aunt Margaret was there and so was
Uncle Michael. Proudi Well, they
werel Two proudor old souls never
lived, and for days after their return
home did they repeat again and again
10 their neighbors the story Of il all.
| How GRAND he looked there among all