The Press., 1893-09-28

light processions. patriotism and the like.
 Nobody ever knew just how or by whom the shot was fired that made him cripple and cobbler (and, he always added, "a Dutchman and dago to boot, : laughing alone at his final pun) But it was a fearful row. Three men were shot and all came near dying, but didn't die, and as all the wounded carried weapons more or less spent they considered dis cretion the better part of valor and insti- gated no investigations.
 All this was before the days of tele- phones and hospital ambulances, and Pat was carried into the shop of German shoemaker next door to the saloon where the shooting was done. He would prob ably have been sent to the Charity hos pital next day, however, excepting that Lis host, Hans Schmidt, had happened to be in the saloon at the time of the dis turbance, and his recollection of the matter being somewhat hazy he feared possible implications and insisted on nursing the wounded man through his trouble
 The neatness of this arrangement lay in the fact that as soon as the convales- cent was able to hold up his head here was trade for him right under his eyes and hands. The ward politician became an artisan, and, as he characteristically expressed it, ''his first tool was his last. 'An ye niver seen an Irishman a-mind- in shoes afore?'' he was wont to say on occasion. "Mebbe not, an yet divil wan ud turn is back on cobblerl Iris thrue enough, in the ould counthry 'tis the prastes that do be savin our sowls for us, an Pm worrkin at the same thrade, savin soles to feed me body. But the edge of the joke is, twas losin me fut that set me to shoemakin. Thus by light and witty speech did he cover what he firmly believed to be q broken spirit.
 A tedious convalescence with enforced abstemiousness, had given him ample time for reflection, and by the time he had been nourished back to strength on apple pie, cinnamon cake, nudels and smierkase and found himself practically apprenticed to shoemaker he felt that he was no longer. even at heart. "one of the boys"
 As soon as his period of invalidisn
  tious and worthy host was assured that his life was no longer in jeopardy, things were rearranged on business basis, and the terms were not satisfactory to the prentice, who, with a true Celtic alac- rity, had mastered the trade to degree that surprised himself.
 Before the occupation of the corner shop by the Di Carlos a cobbler had car ried on business here, by which he and small barefoot family had managed to live, and when Pat discovered the change of tenants the bright idea of slipping into this trade had occurred to him; hence the proposition, conveyed by an interpreter, to occupy cobblers chair | in the new fruitshop.
 The arrangement had much to recon mend it. On washdays, when the father and the boys were out peddling over ripe stock, Pat often represented the en- tire business, calling "Shopw on occa- sion or even effecting trade when there were no complications.
 "Picayune O lemons, is it?' he would say, for instance, to the small boy cus- tomer. Fetch yer silver heer till feel the heft av ut. That's solid-rings like the bells O heavenl Drop it beyant on the counter, so. Now pick two big lem ons or three little vans. That's a man; takes three middlin sizes He's got business fist on 'im-'ll be Vanderbilt yet-nades shoestring fo' lagniappe." | And to himself, as the embryonic Van derbilt departed, he would continue aft CT this fashion:
 sFaith an be the time l do work up me Dutch thrade wud dago's business an throw in creole lagniappe do have to run me hand forninst me fabby pockutbook to know mesilf for Paddy" And his soliloquy held as much truth as I humor, for notwithstanding the fact that | he soon commanded a neat little custom Pats heart and hand were those of 1 true son of the Emerald Isle.
 From the day she first put up her pret- l ty red lips for the shaggy old fellow to kiss his whole heart and purse had be- longed to the baby Carlotta. As his mind had begun to run on shoe leather his first spare dollar had gone for pair of little red shoes for her when she was barely able to toddle.
 This was the beginning and then there were other things-trinkets, pair of gold earrings set with turquoises fand he had locked himself in the coalhouse and stopped his ears while they were put into her little ears), and then later thimble, then prayer book and mother of pearl rosary, and so it went
 As he petted the little thing and the other babies as they came he accused | <>f al ,,cf when this story begins he was, in fact, but 40 years old.
 Little Lottie came to stand in his life in place of all he had lost, and he took comfort in her, calling himself ''an ould grandmother" while he buttoned her lit tie gowns or washed her pretty little hands and face for her.
 Say, Carlo" said the signora one day this was when Carlotta was about 6 years old-'wad you say eef we geev-a C'lotta to Meester Pad fo' wife wan day, eh?'
 "Indade. me respicted mother-in-law, !" Pat had replied. laughing, ''sure ye're too late shpakin! Lottie an mes engaged six months, come Moddy Graw''
 And so 1t gradually came about that he called the pretty dark eyed child ''me swateheart," me intinded," ''me fu- ture" and the like, while she would al- ways leave her father or mother to go to Woona, her best baby effort at his name in the early days when he was MT. Roo ney in the Di Carlo household.
 Within the last year, however, while as unfailingly attentive and gentle, he called her only Lottie, and any allusion to the old jests was wittily turned aside.
 In the evenings, after dark, Pat gen. orally formed one of the family circle on the banquette about the doors, favor ing the conversation with his invariable humor and mirth.
 Usually at about o'clock the little father would jump down from his bar