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

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fidentally to me as ] met him washing
away the marks of toll at the pump, ye
see, I'm that soft hearted wild the ladies.
/ Diyil bit of me that doesn' t do me best
to ohlige thin when they come to me
| with their murtherin' illigant talk and
ses: Michael, viii ye do thisS' and
Michael, will you do thatS' All, it's
mesih that always was favorite wild
the ladies'
The man from Colooney was perhaps
not far out in his assertion. There
seemed to be movement in his favor
among the females, from the mistress to
the milimaid. The master looked upon
it with true English disgust
Because the mans impudently good
looking and picturesque you rave about
him. Lazy fellow, all his sort Who
ever saw him run or get ont of his lazy
shufaesG''
Il haye, said Miss Maud. "He
worked like horse when brought him
into the garden
Iventured to hint, soto voce, that any
thing would brighten up under the in
huence, and so on.
That's foolish, and it isn't true. The
man from Colooney," said the young
lady, I" is good worker if you only man
age him right .
One morning hullabaloo arose in the
vicinity of the stables The master, Miss
Maud and myself We're close by inspect
ing the young lady's ponies, and we hur-
ried up. stable boy had lost five shil-
lings from his coat as it hung in the
stables, and was loudly lamenting the
fact. The men standing around looked
suspicious. The man from Colooney
slept next to the stable. The foreman,
distrustful of anything Hibernian, gave
voice to &he public sentiment
:" 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 cheek, and he took
a half.step forward Miss Maud's clear
voice stopped him.
. What shamel How dare you say
such 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 ut him.
F" God bless you, miss, said the man
from Colooney. "Thank you."
Nevertheless the Englishnan 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 afield.
two vicious little brutes, that ought to
have had Hercules to hold them. She
drove on before us with a confident air.
The master, anxious, shook his head Ha
did not like the ponies, but he was us
wax in his daughters hands.
The man from Colooney was in his ele
ment that day. He talked and laughed
with the women. his ilnpudent 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" III be going on my way to night"
said he, as stopped by him once that
afternoon. It's pinin' for new adven-
tures l am so yell see me no more.
Maybe I'll go long way off. !"
Towards dusk the last load was filed
and despatched homeward amid cheers
Miss Maud and her ponies headed the
wagons round by the road; the rest of
us sought 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 clatter
and listened, the bundles of cleaning ON
their heads swaying harmoniously with
the tune.
A startling sound came upon us as we
struck the lane-the sound of horses
feet dashing along the hard ground in
uncomfortable flight Tho lane ran
down hill there, terminating at the foot
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deep. We gazed up the hill to the turn,
the noise coming nearer and nearer. The
man from Colooney had ceased his song
and stood watching.
Maud's ponies !" said the, master,
and clinched his teeth hard
They came round the corner like
| whirlwind, galloping together like the
demons they were, their mistress hold
| ing to the phaeton, but helpless /
thought of the lime quarry thirty Yards
away, and turned sick The women
screamed and tainted; the men stared at
the coming whirlwind and groaned.
What could stop them in SO shoft dis
tanceH
"Stand clearW The man from Co
looney's voice rang out sharp and strong
he had gone a 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 his
hands grasped the brides. Up, and
| down again. the blood flowing from his
face, and again up. and again down, but
still hanging on to the mad beasts, until
they paused, trembling and wild, on the
very edge of the quarry.
My poor fellowl'' The master bent
over the man from Colooney as he lay ON
the bank, painting and ghastly, crushed
TO death. He turned his face half round
and smiled feebly.
+" Tis young miss he wants, said
woman.
Miss Maud was at his side instantly.
| She laid her hand on his damp forehead
and then, with womanly impulse, bent
| forward and kissed him. think that
kiss was his passport for the long jour
aey he had spoken of, for when the girl
raised her face the man from Colooney
was dead.
| However soIcitous mothers may be abont
the health and comfort of their little children
/ they cannot prevent them from contracting
| Group and whoopIng- cough. But while they
cannot prevent their troubles they can readily
cure the little ones with DIR. Bulls Cough
Syrup.
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