The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-08-11
''No, TELL 'EM~YoU COULDN'T FIND ME.

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''No, TELL 'EM~Yo COULDN'T FIND ME"
through it, but not quite, grinned, and
said: ''Is it true?'
''Of course it's true!' cried Yates, in
dignant at the unjust suspicion. ''It is
a great deal more true than you have
any idea of. Ask the doctor there if it
isn't true. Now, my boy, will you give
in this when you get back to the Office?
Tell 'em to rush it through to New
York. / would mark it rush, only that
never does any good and always makes
the operator mad.''
his wallet.
''It's to be paid for at the other end,"
continued Yates.
ooh, that's all right" answered the
messenger, with certain condescen-
sion, as if he were giving credit on be-
half of the company. well, so long,"
he added. Il hope you'll soon be bet
ter, Mr.. Yates
Yates sprang to his feet, with
laugh, and followed him to the fence.
''Now, youngster, you are up to
snuff, can see that. They'll perhaps
question you when you get back. What
will you say?"
+ "Oh, I'll tell 'em what hard job I
had to find you, and let 'em know no
body else could "a done it, and I'll say
you're a pretty sick man. won't tell
'em you gave me a dollar"
Fright you are, sonny; you'll get
along. Here's five dollars, all in one
bill. If you meet any other of the
messengers, take them back with you.
There's no use of their wasting valu-
able time in this. little neck of the
woods.''
The boy stuffed the bill into his vest
pocket as carelessly as if it represented
cents instead of dollars, mounted his
i tired horse, and waved his hand in fare
we'll to the newspaper man. Yates
!, turned and walked slowly back to the
tent. He threw himself once more into
the hammock. AS he expected, the
professor was more taciturn than ever,
and, although he had been prepared
for silence, the silence irritated him.
He felt ill used at having so unsympa-
thetic a companion.
"Look here, Renmark, why don't you
say something's"
"There is nothing to say"
! sob, yes, there is. You don't ap~
prove of me, do you"'
II don't suppose it makes any differ
ence whether approve or not"
| "Oh, yes, it does. A man likes to
have the approval of even the humblest
of his fellow creatures. Say, what will
I you take in cash to approve of me?
People talk of the tortures Of con-
science, but you are more uncomfort-
able than the most cast-iron conscience
any man ever had. Ones own con-
science one can deal with, but a con-
science in the person of another man is
beyond ones control. Now, it is like
this. I am here for quiet and rest. I
have earned both, and I think I am
justified in"
''Now, Mr.. Yates, please spare me any
cheap philosophy on the question. am
tired of it."
''And of me too, suppose?"
"Well, yes, rather-if you want to
know"
Yates sprang out of the hammock.
For the first time since the encounter
with Bartlett on the road, Remark
saw that he was thoroughly angry.
The reporter stood with clinched fist
and flashing eye, hesitating. The
other, his heavy brows drawn down,
while not in an aggressive attitude,
was plainly ready for an attack. Yates
concluded to speak and not strike.
This was not because he was afraid,
for he was not a coward. The re-
porter realized that he had forced the
conversation, and remembered he had
invited Remark to accompany him.
Although this recollection stayed his
hand, it had no effect on his tongue.
81 believe" he said, slowly, ''that it
would do you good for once to hear q
straight, square, unbiased opinion OF
yourself. You have associated so long
! via pupils, to whom your word is
law, that it may interest you to know
what man of the world thinks of you.
A few years of schoolmastering is
enough to spoil Gladstone. Now, I
think, Of all the"
The sentence was interrupted by
CRY from the fence:
Say, do you gentlemen know where
| fellow named Yates ives?"
The reporters hand dropped to his
side. A look Of dismay came over his
face, and his truculent manner
| changed with suddenness that forced
smile oven to the stern lips Of Rem
mark.
/ Yates backed towards the hammock
like man who had received an unex-
Deetz3 blow.