Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1892-12-07

smoke his pipe-a wise proceeding,
which ingratated him with the mas
ter, who had no mind to see his stacks
burnt down. The women liked him,
as they always do like anything hand
some and impudent. He fetched and
carried for them. One day | found
him laboring under haavy wheel
barrow load of manure, which he was
taking from the fold to the flower
garden. He was actually sweating
heavily and working hard, without
doubt.
What does this mean?" | inquired.
~ thought you considered this sort of
thing improviient?"
The man from Colooney regarded
me with humorous smile. His eyes
twinkled, and one of them closed it
self for an instant.
"Ah, thin, captain dear, sure an
what can poor boy loike mesilf do
when the sweetest voice in all the
wurruld axes him to do little at
the gardenin'p And it's yerself that
knows what swate voice that is, cap
tain"
followed him into the garden and
found that under Miss Maud's instruc-
tions he had cleared II corner previ-
ously given over to waste and weeds
and was rapidly bringing it into some
thing like responsibility. He worked
hard that day and earned right to
rest and be thankful at night.
"Ye see, captain" he remarked con-
fidentially to me, as met him wash
ing away the marks of toll at the
pump, we see, I'm that soft-hearted
wild the ladies. Divil bit of me that
doesn't do me best to oblige thin when
they come to me with their murtherin'
illigant talk and seq: Michael, will we
do thisP' and Michael, will We do
thatP All, it's mesilf that always was
"A favorite wild the ladies'"
The man from Colooney was per
haps not far out in his assertion.
There seemed to be movement in his
mistress to the milkmaid. The mas
ter looked up with true English dis
gust.
because the mans impudently good
looking and picturesque you rave
about him. Lazy fellows, all his sort.
Who ever saw him run or get out OF
his lazy shuffie?"
Il have" said Miss Maud He
worked like horse when brought
him into the garden"
ventured to hint, soto voce, that
anything would brighten up under the
influence, and so on.
That's foolish, and it isn't true.
The man from Colooney." said the
young lady, "is good worker if you
only manage him right"
One morning hula baloo arose in
the vicinity of the stables. The mas
ter, Miss Maud aud myself were close
by inspecting the young lady's ponies,
and we hurried up. A stable boy had
lost five shillings from his coat as it
hung in the stables, and was loudly
lamenting the fact. The men stand
ing around looked suspicious. The
man from Colooney slept next to the
stable. The foreman, distrustful of
anything Hibernian, gave voic e to the
public sentiment:
Jim thinks the Irishman has taken
it, sir"
The man from Colooney was close by
and heard it. A flush of crimson shot
straight to his bronze cheek, and he
took half-step forward. Miss Maud's
clear voice stopped him.
"What a shame! How dare you say
such thing! He would no more take
it than | should"
head high. Somehow we forgot his
rags as we looked at him.
Sod bless you, miss" said the man
from Colooney. "Thank you"
Nevertheless the Englishman looked
askance at him. The man from Co
looney went solitary for few days.
The last day of harvest came. We
all went forth to see the last loads
brought home. Miss Maud drove the
ponies aiield. two vicious little brutes,
that ought to have had Hercules to
hold them. She drove on before us
with confident air. The master,
anxious, shook his head. He did not
like the ponies, but he was as wax in
his daughters hands.
The man from Colooaey was in his
element that day. He talked and
laughed with the women, his impudent
good humor bubbling up like fine
champagne. He worked. too, with the
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which he usually would have looked
aside.
"rll be going on my way tonight"
said he, as | stopped by him once that
afternoon. Its pinin' for new adven-
lures | am, so you'll see me no more.
Maybe I'll go along way off.
Towards dusk the last load was filled
and dispatched homeward amid cheers.
Miss Maud and the pones headed the
wagons round by the road; the rest of
us sought short cut through the
wood. so as to reach home in time to
welcome the little procession on its ar
rival. Going through the wood the
man from Colooney burst into song
tender and Irish. The women hushed
their clatter and listened, the bundles
of cleaning on their heads swaying
tremendously with the tune.
A startling sound came upon us as
we struck the lane-the sound of
horses feet dashing along the hard
ground in uncomfortable flight. The
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