Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-04-23
FROM C0LO0NEY.

advance Of the reaping machine, and con
sequently az a time when fresh hands were
hardly wanted. Hisapproach was leisure
ly and philosophical, his manner as easy
as the flow Of his conversation, his attire
light and picturesque Diogenes going
through modern England could not have
maintained one 1.-THE Of the quiet semi
cynical self possession typifed in the
bronzed face and humorous eyes that came
down the lane and shone over the garden
hedge like new sunburst.
1.-THE top Of the mornin to ye, sor, and
many av Thin"
Civility as the proverb says, is a cheap
commodity. / returned the salutation, the
original purveyOr thereof meanwhile adopt
ing an easy and graceful attitude against
the privet hedge that separated us.
"'Tis foine wither for the harvest, glory
be to God, and it's me own hands that is
Uneasy to be handlin fork or rake wild the
colleens beyant there. Maybe the masther
has a job of worruk that he can give to
man loike mesilf."
He slanted his head over in the direction
of a field where half dozen rosy English
lasses were aged in heaping the rakings
of thick VI wheat The employment
was easy auI congeuial | thought it
would fit well with the disposition OF the
traveller. The master came toward us at
that moment
Here is a man who wants work"
"Ah, God be good to yer honor, 50 1 do
indade. It's mesilf that has an iligant
hand at harvest worruk. And yer honor'll
give me job of worrukg"
His honor wanted no more hands, and
said 80 abruptly with certain pointed re-
marks concerning the assurance Of people
who 90 idle at the end of harvest.
"Oh, papal And it is not an hour since
you said you could not do without another
man TO take jobs place. Give the Door
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 adora-
ton Of those wicked Hibernian eyes.
God be good to ye, miss, but It's only
ratson that a swate young thing loike your
self should spake soft to poor man as is
wanting worruk so badly. All, now, your
honorU give me the worruk that the
young lady was spalIin Of"
His honor gave in, beaten by the touch
Of his daughters little hand and the au-
dacity Of the bronzed features before him.
ITS only waste Of money" he said
when the traveller, after liberal meal.
had wandered away to the harvest field in
search Of the much desired worruk. He'll
do nothing. These wandering Irishmen
never do"
Certainly this one did not kill himself
with overeXertion. He performed his task
deliberately, If we'll There was a ten
dency about him to sit down every few
minutes. II he had an audience close at
hand he betrayed a further tendency to
discourse on various topics.
Sure, now" he said, rs | stood by him
among the corn, what time the sun was
doing its level best to burn US all into rags.
"'tis moighty improvident this spending
Of yer strength in the hot sunloight It's
aslape we should be at this mint. Worruk
in the cool and slape in the hot-that's
how we do at Colooney."
"And where is Coooneyg"
Sure, yer honor knows that Colooney is
in Sligo. am from Colooney mesilf."
you seem to have wandered a long
way from home"
"Ah, thin, but what good would do
and me not havin seen the worruldP It's
the travelled men that makes fortins."
Are you making your fortune"
same Ye should see me at me own trade.
Me hands a bit out at the harvestin. Did
your honor liver hear tell Of Judy McCann2"
He dropped easily to convenient seat
amid the sheaves and prepared to dis
coorse" at his leisure. | moved away, not
wishing to give him an excuse for idIeness.
Looking around ten minutes afterward l
found that be had not yet risen He was
probably meditating over the story of Judy
Mccain.
The man from Colooney staid on His
sleeping chamber was in the hayloft; he
washed at the pump, dispensing in some
mysterious fashion with the aid Of soap or
towel. He lounged easily about the stack
yard o nights, but always retired into the
paddock to smoke his pipe-a wise pro
ceediug which ingratiated him with the
master, who had no mind to see his stacks
burned down
The women liked him, as they always do
like anything handsome and impudent
He fetched and carried for them One day
1 found him laboring under a heavy wheel
barrow load Of manure, which he was tax
ing from the fold to the flower garden
He was actually sweating heavily and
working hard without doubt
"What does this meang" / inquired. II
thought you considered this sort Of thing
improvidcnt."
The man from Colooney regarded me
with a humorous smile. iseyes twinkled
and one OF them closed itself for an instant
- Thin, captain dear, sure and what
can a poor boy loike mesilf do when the
sweetest voice in all the worruld axes him
TO do little at the gardening And it's
yerself that knows what a swate voice that
is, captain"
] followed him into the garden and
found that under Miss Naud's instructions
he had cleared a corner previously given
over to waste and weeds and was rapidly
bringing &c into something like respecta-
bilty He worked hard that day and
earned right TO rest and be thankful at
night.
aye see, captain" he remarked conf
dentially 10 me as l met him washing
away the marks Of toll at the pump, I'VE
see, I'm that soft hearted wild the ladies.