Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1892-11-01
HEROIC. SACRIFICE.

| sequently at time when fresh hands
were hardly wanted. His approach was
leisurely 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 title of the
quiet semi-cynical self-possession typi-
| fed 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 many av thiml'
Civility, as the proverb says, is cheap
commodity. returned the salutation.
| the original purveyor thereof meanwhile
adopting an easy and graceful attitude
against the priyet hedge that separated
US. 1'rk
"'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 job of worruk that he
can give to a man loil1e mesilf.
He slanted his head over in the direc.
tion of a field where half dozen rosy
English lasses were engaged in heaping
the rakings of a thick crop of wheat.
The employment was easy and congenial
thought it would fit well the disposi-
| ton of the traveller. The master came
towards us at that moment.
Here is man who wants work.
" All God be good to yer honor, so I
do, indade It's mesilf that has an ILL
CANT hand at harvest worruk. And yer
honor'n give me job of worruk9"
His honor wanted no more hands, and
said SO abruptly, with certain remarks
concerning the assurance of people who
go idle at the end of the 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 Hibern-
ian eyes.
"God be good to ye, miss, but It's
| only raison that swate young thing
loike yersef should spake soft to poor
| man rs is wanting worruk SO badly. Ahi
| now, your honor'n give me the worruk
that the young lady was spealkin' Of
His honor gave in, belten by the
touch of his daughters little hand and
the audacity of the. bronzed features be-
fore him.
It'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-desired worruk.
Hell do nothing. These wandering
Irishmen never do"
Certainly this one did not kill him
self with over -exertion. He performed
his task deliberately, if well. There was
tendency about him to sit down every
few minutes. If he had an audience
close at hand he betrayed further ten.
dency to discourse on various 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, Z" tbs mighty improvident this
spending of yer stren'th in the hot sun.
loight. 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 Colooney?''
"Sure. yer honor knows that Colooney
is in Sligo. I am from Colooney me.
silf."
"You seem to have wandered long
way from home"
All, thin, but what good would 1
do and me not havin' seen the wurruldP
It's the Travelled men that makes for
tins
"And you are making your fortuneH"
"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 har-
vestin'. Did your honor liver hear tell of
Judy McCann?"
He dropped easily to convenient
seat amid the sheaves and prepared to
discoorse at his leisure. 1 moved
away, not wishing to give him an ex.
cuse for idleness. Looking around ten
minutes afterwards found that he had
not yet risen. He was. probably, medi-
tating over the story of Judy Mccain.
The man from Colooney stayed on.
His sleeping chamber was in the hay
loft; he washed at the pump, dispensing
in some mysterious fashion with the aid
of soap and towel. He lounged easily
about the staclyard O. nights, but ALWAYS
retired into the paddock to smoke his
pipe-a wise proceeding which ingra-
tiated him with the master, who had no
W oCO AAAo oGthChLo Inc
women liked him, as they always do like
anything handsome and impudent. He
fetched and carried for them. One day
found him laboring under a heavy
wheelbarrow load of manure, which he
was taking from the fold to the flower
garden. He was actually sweating
heavily and working hard without doubt.
What does this mean3" inquired
81 thought you considered this sort Of
thing improvidentf"
The man from Colooney regarded me
with a humorous smile. His eyes
twinkled, and one of them closed itself
for an instant.
"Ah, thin, captain. dear, sure an
what can poor boy loilce mesiH do
when the sweetest voice IN all the wur-
ruld axes him to do. little at the garden,
in'f And it's yersef that knows what q
swate voice that is. captain. -
followed him into the garden and
found that under Miss Maud's instruc-
Hons he had cleared corner previously
| given over to waste and weeds and was
rapidly bringing it in to something like
respectability. He worked hard that
day and earned right to rest and be
J thankful at night: