The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-05-18
FROM COLOONEY.

| ly and philosophical, his manner as easy
as the flow of his conversation, his attir'
light and picturesque. Diogenes goine
through modern England could not have
maintained one 1.-THE of the quiet, semi
cynical self possession typifed in the
bronzed face and humorous eyes that came
down the lane and shone over the gardeI
hedge like new sunburst.
1.-THE top of the mornin to ye, sor, anC
many av thin"
Civility, as the proverb says, is a cheaI
commodity. / returned the saIutation, the
| original purveyOr thereof meanwhile adopt
ing an easy and graceful attitude against
the privet hedge that separated US.
''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 masthel
has job of worruk that he can give to a
man loike mesilf."
He slanted his head over in the direction
| of a field where half dozen rosy English
! lasses were engaged in heaping the rakings
of thick crop of wheat. The employment
was easy and congenial. l thought il
would fit well with the disposition of the
traveller. The master came toward US at
| that moment.
Here is man who wants work"
"Ah, God be good to yer honor, so do
| indade. It's mesilf that has an iligant
hand at harvest worruk. And yer honor'll
| give me job of worruk?"
His honor wanted no more hands and
said so abruptly, with certain pointed re-
marks concerning the assurance of people
who go idle at the end of harvest.
] ooh nd j.,
you said you could not do without another
man to take Jobs place. Give the Door
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 adora-
ton of those wicked Hibernian eyes.
God be good to We, miss, but it's only
raison that swate young thing loike your
self should spake soft to poor man as is
wanting worruk so badly. All, now, your
honor'll give me the worruk that the
young lady was spakin Of"
His honor gave in, beaten by the touch
of his daughters little hand and the au-
dacity of the bronzed features before him.
Its only waste of money!" he said
when the traveller, after a liberal meal,
had wandered away to the harvest field in
search of the much desired worruk. He'll
do nothing. These wandering Irishmea
never do"
Certainly this one did not kill himself
with overeXertion. He performed his task
deliberately, if well. There was a ten
dency about him to sit down every few
minutes. if be had an audience close at
hand he betrayed further tendency to
discourse on various topics.
Sure now" he said, as stood by him
among the corn, what time the sun was
doing its leve! best to burn us all into rags.
"'tis moighty improvident this spending
of yer strength in the hot sunloight. It's
aslape we should be at this mint. Worruk
in the cool and Shape in the hot-that's
how we do at Colooney"
"And where is Colooney?"
'Sure, yer honor knows that Colooney is
in Sligo. l am from Colooney mesilf."
''You seem to have wandered a long
way from home"
"Ah, thin, but what good would l do
and me not havin seen the worruld? It's
the travelled men that makes fortins"
Are you making your fortunef"
"Ah, sure, but Pm on the way to that
same. Ye should see me at me own trade
Me hands a bit out at the harvestin. Did
your honor liver hear tell of Judy McCanns"
He dropped easily to a convenient seat
amid the sheaves and prepared to dis
cOorse" at his leisure. | moved away, not
wishing to give him an excuse for idleneSS.
Looking around ten minutes afterward |
found that he had not yet risen. He was
probably meditating over the story of Judy
Mccain.
The man from Colooney staid on. His
sleeping chamber was in the hayloft; he
washed at the pump, dispensing 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 pro-
ceeding 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 them. One day
l found him laboring under heavy wheel
barrow load of manure, which he was tax
ing from the fold to the flower garden.
He was actually sweating heavily and
working hard without doubt.
What does this mean?" inquired Il
thought you considered this sort of thing
improvident."
The man from Colooney regarded me
with 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 do when the
sweetest voice in all the worruld axes him
to do little at the gardenin? And it's
yerself that knows what a swate voice that
is, captain"
l followed him into the garden and
found that under Miss Maud instructions
he had cleared a corner previously given
over to waste and weeds and was rapidly
bringing it into something like respecta-
bility He worked hard that day and
earned a right to rest and be thankful at
night.
'Ye see, captain he remarked conf
dentially to me as l met him washing
away the marks of toll at the pump, we
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,
Michael, will We do this' and Michael,
will We do that All, it's mesif that al
ways was favorite wild the ladies'"
The man from Colooney was perhaps not
far out in his assertion. There seemed 70
be a movement in his favor among the fe-
males, from the mistress to the milkmaid.
The master looked upon it with true Eng
Hsh 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 shuffies"
Il have" said Miss Maud He worked
like horse when / brought him into the
garden
l ventured 10 hint, soto voce. that any