Middletown transcript., 1892-05-12

ten minutes afterward / found that be
had not yet risen. He was probably
meditating over the story of Judy
McCann.
The man from Colooney staid 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 stack yard O. nights
but always retired into the paddock
to smoke his pipe-a wise proceeding
which ingratiated him with. the
master, who had no mind to see his
stacks burned down.
The women liked him, as they
always do like anything handsome
and impudent. He fetched and
carried for hem. One day I found
him laboring under heavy wheel
barrow load of manure, which he was
taking from the fold to the flower gar
den. He was actually sweating heav'
lily and working hard without doubt.
What does this mean ?" | inquire
ed 81 thought you considered this
sort of thing improviient."
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 and
what can poor boy loike mesilf dc
when the sweetest voice in all the
worruld axes him to do little at the
garden? And it's yerself tina. knows
what swate voice that is captain.
I followed him into the garden and
found that under Miss Maud's instruc.
tions be had cleared corner previous
ly given over to waste and weeds and
was rapidly bridging it into some
thing like respectability. He worked
hard that day and earned right to
rest and be thankful at night.
Ye see, captain" he remarked
confdentially to me as I met him
washing away the marks of toll at the
pump, "ye see, I'm that soft hearted
wild the ladies. Divil bit of me
that doesn't do me best to oblige thin
when they come to me with their
murtherin iligant talk and ses, Mich
ael, will ye do this? and Michael,
will ye do that?'. All, it's mesilf that
always was a favorite wild the ladies p
The man from Colooney was per-
haps not far out in his assertion
There seemed to be a movement in his
favor among the females, from the
mistress to the milk-maid. The mas
ter looked upon it with true English
disgust.
because the mans impudently
good looking and picturesque you
rave about him. Lazy fellows, all
his sort. Whoever saw him run or
get out of his lazy shuttle ?"
81 have" said Miss Maud. "He
worked like horse when I brought
him into the garden"
I ventured to hint, soto voce. that
anything male would brighten up
under the influence, and so on.
"That's foolish, and it isn't true.
The man from Colooney," said the
young lady, "is good worker if you
only manage him right"
One morning a hullabaloo arose in
the vicinity of the stables. The mas
ter, Miss Maud and myself were close
by inspecting the young lady's ponies,
and we hurried up. A stable boy
had lost FIVE shillings from his coat as
it hung in the stables, and was loudly
lamenting the fact. The men stand
ing around him looked suspicious.
The man from Colooney slept next to
the stable. The foreman, distrustful
of anything Hibernian, gave voice to
the 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 halt step forward. Miss
Maud's clear voice stopped him.
"What shame How dare you
say such thing? He would no more
take it than l would"
The man from Colooney held his
head high. Somehow we forgot bis
rags as we looked at him.
"God bless you, miss" said the man
from Colooney. "Thank you."
Nevertheless the Englishman look.
ed askance at him. The man from
Golooney 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 afeld, two vicious little brutes
that ought to have had Hercules to
hold them. She drove On before US
with 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 impudent