The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-08-11

say, KENNY deW01leo, Tvs t00tn'
or Of those cursed telegraph messengers.
Go, like good fellow, and sign for the
dispatch. Sign it DIR. Remark, for r.
Yates That will give it q sort Of OFF,
cial medical bulletin look. I wish
had thought of that when the other
boy was here. Tell him I'm lying
down." He flung himself into the
hammock, and Remark. after q mo-
ment's hesitation, walked towards the
boy at the fence, who had repeated his
question in a louder voice. In short
time he returned with the yellow
envelope, which he tossed to the man
in the hammock. Yates seized it saw
agely, tore it into score of pieces, and
scattered the futtering bits around
him on the ground. The professor
stood there for few moments in
silence.
perhaps" he said at last, you'll be
good enough to go on with your re-
marks
II was merely going to say" an
swered Yates, YEARLY, that you are a
mighty good fellow, Kenny. People
who camp out always have rows. This
is our first; suppose we let it be the
last. Camping out is something like
married life, guess, and requires some
forbearance on all sides. That philoso-
ply may be cheap, but think it
is accurate. I am really very wor-
ried about this newspaper business.
ought, of course, to fling myself into
the chasm like that Roman fellow, but,
hang it, I've been flinging myself into
chasms for fifteen years, and what
good has it done? There's always a
crisis in daily newspaper Office. 1
want them to understand in the Argus
Office that am on my vacation"
"They will be more apt to under
stand from the telegram that you're on
your death-bed."
Yates laughed. "That's so," he said;
'but. you see, Kenny, we New Workers
live in such an atmosphere of exagger-
alton, and if did not put it strongly
it wouldn't have any effect. You've
got to give big dose to man who
has been taking poison all his life.
They will take off ninety per cent.
from any statement l make, any
how, so you see have to pile it up
pretty high before the remaining ten
per cent. amounts to anything."
The conversation was interrupted by
the cracking of the dry twigs behind
them, and Yates, who had been keep
ing his eye nervously on the fence,
turned around. Young Bartlett pushed
his way through the underbrush. His
face was red; he had evidently been
running.
1.-TWO kilograms for you, Mr.. Yates!''
he painted. ''The fellows that brought
,em said they were important. so ran
out with them myself, for fear they
wouldn't find you. One of them's from
Port Colborne, the others from But
falo."
kilograms were rare on the farm,
and young Bartlett looked on the re-
ceipt of one as an event in mans life.
He was astonished to see Yates receive
the double event with istlessness
that he could not help thinking was
merely assumed for effect. Yates held
his hand, ana did not tear them up at
once, out of consideration for the feel
ings Of the young man who had had q
race to deliver them.
"Heres two books they wanted you
to sign. They're tired out, and moth
er's giving them something to eat.''
professor, you sign for me, won't
youT' said Yates.
Bartlett fingered a moment. hoping
that he would hear something of the
contents of the important messages;
but Yates did not even tear open the