Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1892-05-20
A MAN FROM COLOONEY.
Inc Amusing Vag bond Who
Proved Himself O Hero.

Die advance Of the reaping machine,
and consequently at time when fresh
hands were hardly wanted. His APP
proach was lcisurely and philosophical,
his manner as easy as the flow of his
conversation, his attire light and pictur-
esque. Dlogones going through mod
ern England could not have maintained
one 1.-THE OF the quiet selni-cynical self
possession typified in the bronzed face
and humorous eyes that came down
the lane and shone over the garden
hedge like new sunburst
The top of the mornin' to ye, sor,
and man7 av thiml'
Civility, as the provcrb says, is q
cheap commodity. returned the salu-
tation, the original purveyor thereof
meanwhile adopting an easy and grace
full attitude against the privet hedge
that separated u.s.
Its 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 collcens bcyant there.
Maybe the masther has job of wor-
ruk that he can give to man loike
mesilf."
He slanted his head over in the di-
rection of field where half dozen
rosy English lasses were engaged in
heaping the ralings of thick crop of
wheat, The employment was easy and
congenial; / thought it would fit we'll
the disposition of the traveller. The
ment.
Here is a man who wants work"
"Ah God be good to yer honor, so
do indade. It's mesilf that has an ILL
giant hand at harvest worruk And
yer honorll give me job of worruk?"
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 is not an hour
since you said you could do with
another 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 as one of her
own roses, blushed and started under
the frank alteration of those wicked
Hibernian eyes.
GOD be good to ye, miss, but tbs
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 worruS that the young lady was
spalSin' Of"
His honor gave in, beaten by the
touch of his daughters little hand and
the audacity of the bronzed features
before him.
"lt's only waste of money" he
said, when the traveler-after liberal
meal-had wandered away to the
harvest field in search of the much-de-
sired worrul1. He'll do nothing.
These wandering Irishmen never do. !"
Certainly this one did not kill him
self with over-eXertion. He performed
his task deliberately, if we'll, There
was tendency about him to sit down
every few minutes. If he had an audi
ence close at hand he betrayed a
further tendency to discourse on vari-
Gus topics.
Sure, now" he said, as | stood by
him among the corn, what time the
sun was doing its level best to burn us
all into rags, "'tis moighty improvi.
dent this spending of yer stren'th in
the hot sunloight It's aslape we
should be at this mint. Worruk in the
cool and Shape in the hot-thats how
we do at Colooney"
And where is Colooney?"
"Sure, yer honor knows that Co.
looney is in Sligo. ! am from Colooney
mesilf."
"You seem to have wandered long
way from home"
"Ah, thin, but what good would
do and me not havin' seen the wur-
ruld? It's the travelled men that makes
fortins" ........
And you are making your for.
tune?"
"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 McCann?"
He dropped easily to a convenient
sead 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 afterward found that he had
not yet risen. He was probably medi
tating over the story OF Judy Nc
Cam.
The man from Colooney stayed on,
His sleeping chamber was in the hay
loft; he washed at the pump, dispens,
ing in some mysterious fashion with
the aid of soap or towel, He lounged
easily about the stackyard O nights
but always retired into the paddock &c
smoke his pipe-a wise proceeding
which ingratiated 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 ono
carried for them. One day | fOunc
him laboring under heavy wheelbar
row load of manure, which he was talk
ing from the fold to the flower garden
He was actually sweating heavily anC
working hard without doubt.
What does this mcanP" inquired
IL thought you considered this sort OF
thing improvident?"
The man from Colooney regarded m'
with n humorous smile. His eye
twinkled, aud one of them closed itscl
for an instant
"Ah, thin, captain, dear, sure and wha
ran a poor boy loike mesilf do wheI
~ the sweetest voice in all the worrulC
axes him to do little at the gardenin'
And it's yerself that knows what
swate voice that is, captain