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

He came to us when the last field OF
wheat had fallen before the irrepres-
sible advance of the reaping machine,
and consequently at time when fresh
hands were hardly wanted. His APP
proach was leisurely and philosophical,
his manner as easy as the flow of his
conversation, his attire light and pictur-
esque. Diogenes going through mod
ern England could not have maintained
one 1.-THE of the quiet, semi-cynical self
possession typitied in the bronzed face
and humorous eyes that came down
the lane and shone over the garden
hedge like new sunburst.
"fhe top of the mornin' to We, sor,
and many av thim"
Civillty, as the proverb says, is a
cheap commodity. | returned the sal
utation, the original purveyor thereof
meanwhile adopting an easy and
graceful attitude against the privet
hedge that separated us.
"'ris foine wither for the harvest,
glory be to God, and it's me own hands
that is Uneasy to be handln' fork or
rake with the colleens beyant there.
Maybe the masther has job of worruk
that he can give to man loike me-
SILT"
He slanted his head over in the di-
rection of field where half dozen
rosy English lasses were engaged in
heaping the rakings of thick crop of
wheat. The employment was easy
and congenial; l thought it would fit
we'll the disposition of the traveller
The master came toward us that mo-
ment.
"Here is man who wants work"
"Ah! God be good to yer honor, so
/ do indade. It's mesilf that has an
illigant hand at harvest worruk. And
yer honor'll give me a job of worrukg"
His Honor wanted no more hands,
and said so abruptly, with certain
pointed remarks concerning the assur-
ance of people who go idle at the end
of harvest.
"Oh! papa! and it - not an hour
since you said you cou.u do with an
other man to take Jobs place. Give
the poor man something to do"
The poor man looked over the hedge,
quick to seize the opportunity. Miss
Maud, fresh and dainty rs one of her
own roses, blushed and started under
the frank alteration of those wicked
Hibernian eyes.
"God be good to We, miss, but tits
only raison that swate young thing
loike yerself should spake soft to a
poor man as is wanting worruk so bad
ly. All! now, your honor'll give me
the worruk that the young lady was
spakin' Of"
His Honor gave in, beaten by the
touch of his daughters hand and the
audacity of the bronzed features be-
fore him.
ats only waste of money" he
said, when the traveler-after liberal
meal-had wandered away to the har-
vest field in search of the much desired
worruk. Hell do nothing. These
wandering Irishmen never do"
Certainly this one did not kill him.
self with oyer-exertion. He performed
his task deliberately, if we'll. There
was tendency about him to sit down
every few minutes. If he had an aud
fence close at hand he betrayed fur
Their tendency to discourse on various
topics. , h..
him among the corn, what time the
sun was doing it's level best to burn
us all into rags, ats moighty improv-
ident this spending of your stren'th in
the hot sun-loight. It's aslape we
should be at this mint. Worruk in
the cool and Shape in the hot-that's
how we do in Colooney"
"And where is Colooney"
"Sure, your honor knows that Co
looney is in Sligo. | am from Coloo-
ney mesilf.
you seem to have wandered long
way from home"
"Ah, thin, but what good would l
do and me not havin' seen the wurruldp
It's the travelled men that makes for
tins"
And you are making your for
tunep"
"Ah, sure. but I'm on the way to
that same. Ye should see me at my
own trade. Me hands bit out at the
harvestin'. Did your honor liver hear
tell of Judy McCannp"
He dropped easily to a convenient
seat amid the sheaves and prepared to
"discoorse" at his leisure. | moved
away, not wishing to give him an ex-
cuse for idleness. Looking around ten
minutes afterwards | found that he
had not risen. He was probably
meditating over the story of Judy
McCann.
Tho man frnr, C,1o,,a,, st,voJ IN,