The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-08-11
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i DAMN said the professor, quietly.
| "Hello, Renny!' cried Yates, raising
his head. "Have you cut your finger?
I should have warned you about using
too sharp knife"
But the professor had not cut his
finger. His use of the word given
above is not to be defended; still, as it
was spoken by him, it seemed to lose
all relationship with swearing. He said
it quietly, mildly, and, in certain
sense, innocently. He was aston
ished at himself for using it, but
there had been moments during the
past few days when the ordinary ex-
pletives used in the learned volumes of
higher mathematics did not fit the oc-
casion.
Before anything more could be said
there was shout from the roadway
near them.
SIS Richard Yates there?'' hailed the
voice.
eyes. Who wants him?" cried Yates,
springing out of the hammock.
II d." said young fellow on horse
back. He threw himself off tired
horse, tied the animal to a sapling-
which, Judging by the horses condi-
ton, was an entirely unnecessary OPP
eration-jumped over the rail fence and
approached through the trees. The
young men saw coming towards them
a tall lad in the uniform of the tele-
graph service.
"Well,'' said the lad, GIVE had a hunt
1o1 kr1
gram"
''How in the world did you find out
where was? Nobody has my address. -
''That's just the trouble. It would
have saved somebody in New York a
pile Of money if you had left your ad-
dress. No man ought to go to the
woods without leaving his address at
q telegraph office, anyhow" The young
man looked at the world from a tele-
graph point of view. People were good
or bad, according to the trouble they
gave telegraph messenger. Yates
took the yellow envelope addressed in
lead pencil, but, without opening it,
repeated his question::
''But how on earth did you find me?"
well, it wasn't easy" said the boy.
'My horse is about done out. I'm from
Buffalo. They telegraphed from New
York that we were to spare no expenses;
and we haven't. There are seven other
fellows securing the country on horse
back with duplicates of that dispatch,
and some more have gone along the
lake shore on the American side. Say,
no other messenger has been here be-
fore me, has he?'' asked the boy, with
touch of anxiety in his voice.
mo; you are the first"
''I'm glad of that. I've been most all
over Canada. got on your trail about
two hours ago, and the folks at the
farm house down below said you were
up here. Is there any answers
Yates tore open the envelope. The
dispatch was long and he read it with
deepening frown. 1t was to this eff
feet:
"Fenians crossing into Canada at
Buffalo You are near the spot; get
there quick as possible. Five Of our
men leave for Buffalo tonight. Gen.
O'Neill is in command of Fenian army.
He will give you every facility when
you tell him who you are. When five
arrive they will report to you. Place
one or two with Canadian troops. Get
one to hold the telegraph wire, and
send over all the stuff the wire will
carry Draw on us for cash you need;
and don't spare expense"
When Yates finished the reading OF
this he broke forth into line of Ian
guage that astonished Remark and
drew forth the envious admiration OF
the Buffalo telegraph boy.
"Heavens and earth and the lower
regions! I'm here on my vacation.
I'm not going to jump into work for
all the papers in New York. Why
couldn't those fools of Fenians stay at
home? The idiots don't know when
they're we'll off. The Fenians be
hanged!"
"Guess that's what they will be-
said the telegraph boy. ANY answer,
sir?''
i. mo. Tell 'em you couldn't find me. -
! ''Don't expect the boy to tell lie, :"
said the professor, speaking for the
first time.
ooh, don't mind ie," exclaimed
the boy, but not that one. NO, Sir.
I've had too much trouble finding you.
I'm not going to pretend I'm no good.
started outfor to find you, and have.
But I'll tell any other lie you like, Mr..
Yates, if it will oblige syou.'
Yates recognized in the boy the same
emulous desire to outstrip his fellows
that had Influenced himself when he
was young reporter, and he at once
admitted the injustice of attempting to
deprive him of the fruits of his enter
prise.
"No," he said, ''that won't do. No;
you have found me, and you're a young
fellow who will be president of the
Telegraph company some day, or per-
haps hold the less important office of
the United States presidency. Who
knows? Have you telegraph blank?"
''Of course said the boy, fishing out
bundle from the leathern wallet by
his side. Yates took the paper and