Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1892-06-02

Nun. Lazy fellows, all MS SOTU. whoever
saw him run or get out of his lazy shuflie?"
~ have" said Miss Mud. "lIe worked
like horse when | brought him into the
garden"
venturcd to hint, soto vocc, that any
thing male would brighten up under the
influence, and so on.
That's foolish, and it isn't true The
man from Colooncy," said the young lady,
''is good worker if you only manage him
right"
One morning hulabaloo arose in the
vicinity of the stables. The master, Miss
Maud and myself were close by inspecting
the young lady's ponies, and we hurried
up. A stable boy had lost five shilling,
from his coat as it hung in the stables, and
was loudly lanentng the fact. The men
standing around looked suspicious. The
man from Colooney slept next to the stable.
The foreman, distrustful Of anything Hi
bernian, gave voice to the public senti-
ment
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 check, and he took a half
step forward Miss Maud's clear voice
stopped him.
What shamel How dare you say such
thing? lie would no moro take it than
would"
The man from Colooney held his head
high. Somehow we forgot his rags as we
looked at him.
God bless you, miss, " said the man from
Colooney. Thank you"
Nevertheless the Englishman looked
askance at him. The man from Colooney
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 afeld,
two vicious little brutcs, that ought to
have had Hercules to hold them. She
drove on before us with a 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 Colooney was in his Gle
ment that day. He talked and laughed
with tie women, his impudent good humor
bubbling up like fine champagne. He
worked, too. with the best Of Them max
ing light of toll at which he would usually
have looked aside.
I'm be going on my way tonight" said
he, as stopped by him once that after
noon. ITS pinin for new adventures |
am, so yell see me no more. May be III
go long ways of"
Toward dusk the last load was filled and
dispatched homeward amid cheers. Miss
Maud and her ponies headed the wagons
around by the road, he rest of us sought a
short cut through the wood, 50 as to reach
home III time to welcome the little process
sion on its arrival. Going through the
wood the man from Colooney burst into
song-tcrder and Irish. The women hushed
their CHATTER and listened, the bundles of
cleaning on their heads swaying harmoni-
ously with the tune.
\ startling sound came upon us as we
struck the lane-the sound of horses feet
dashng along the hard ground in uncon-
trollable flight. The lane ran down hill
there, terminating at the foot by an old
lime quarry hundred feet deep. We gazed
up the hill to the turn, the noise coming
nearer and nearer. The man from Coloo-
ney had ceased his song and stood watch
ing.
"Maud's ponies,' said the master, and
clinched his teeth hard.
They came around the corner like n whirl-
wind, galloping together like the demons
they were, their mistress holding to the
phaeton, but helpless. | thought of the
lime quarry thirty yards away and turned
the men stared at the coming whirlwind
and gro&ued. What could stop them in SC
short distance?
stand clear" The man from Colooney's
voice rang out sharp and strong. He had
gone step or two to meet the ponies as he
spoke and stood there, fair and square
turning up his ragged shirt sleeves.
Crash. The man from Colooney went
down before that awful rush; but hi.
hands graSpcd the brides Up, and down
again, the blood flowing from his face, and
again mp, and again down, but still hang
ing on to the mad beasts until they paused
trembling and wild, on the very edge Of
| the quarry.
My poor fellow" The master bent over
the man from Colooney as lie lay on the
| bank, painting and CHASTITY, crushed tC
death. lie turned his face half around
and smiled feebly.
"Iis young miss he wants." said a
| woman.
Miss Maud was at his side instantly.
She laid her hand on the damp forehead
and then, with a womanly impulse, bent
forward and kissed him. think that kiss
was his passport for the long journey he
had spoken Of for when the girl raised hel
| face the man from Colooney was dead
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