Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1892-08-27
sim thinks the Irishman Las taken

Jim thinks the lrishman 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 q half-step forward Miss
Maud's clear voice stopped him.
What a shamel How dare you
say such a thing? He would no more
take it than should"
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. I"
Nevertheless the Englishmen looked
askance at him. The man from Co
looney went solitary for a few days
The last day of harvest came. We
all went forth to see the last loads
brought home, Miss Maud drove the
ponies afield two vicious little brutes
that ought TO have had a 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
element that day He talked and
laughed with the women. his impu-
dent good humor bubbling up like fine
champagne. He worked too. with
the best OF them making light of toll
at which he usually would have
looked aside
I'll be going on my way tonight =
said he as stopped by him once
that afternoon, Its pinin' for new
adventures l am. so ye'll see me nc
more. Maybe III go long way of. F"
Toward dusk the last load was
filed and dispatched homeward. amid
cheers Miss Maud and her ponies
headed the wagons round by the road
the rest OF US sought a short cut
through the wood so as to reach
home in time TO welcome the little
procession on its arrival. Going
through the wood. the man from
Colooney burst into song-tender and
Irish. The women hushed their clat-
tering and listened. the bundles o.
cleaning on their heads swaying
tremendously with the tune.
A startling sound came upon US al
we struck the lane-the sound ol
horses feet dashing along the hard
ground in uncomfortable flight The
lane ran down hill there terminating
at the foot by an old lime quarry ;
hundred feet deep. We gazed up thu
hill to the turn, Ethe noise coming
nearer and nearer. The man from
Colooney had ceased his song anC
+ stood watching.
'Maud's poniesp said the master
and clinched his teeth hard.
/ They came round. the corner like
whirlwind, galloping together lik
the demons they were. their mistres
holding to the phaeton, but helpless
thought of the lime quarry thirt,
yards away. and turned sick. Tn
women, screamed and tainted; tn
men stared at the coming whirlwin
and groaned. What could stop then
in so short a distance?
stand clearr' The man fror
| Colooney's voice rang OFT sharp an
strong. He had gone step or two /
meet the ponies as ne spoke, an
stood there fair and square turnin
up his ragged shirt sleeves
Crash! The man from COLOGNE
went down before that awful rusI
but his hands grasped the brides
Up and down again, the blood Howin
from his face and again up. an
again down. but still hanging on /
the mad beasts until they paused
trembling and wild. on the very ede
OF the quarry.
My poor fellowm The maste
bent over the man from Colooney
he lay on the bank. painting az
CHASTITY crushed to death. He turne
his face half-round and smiled feebl,
Ills young miss he wants. said
woman.
Miss Maud was at his side Instant,
She laid her hand on his damp for
head and then. with a womanly in
pulse. bent forward and kissed hin
think that kiss was his passport II
the long journey he had spoken Q
for when the girl raised her face IL
man from Colooney was dead.
English Magazine.