The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1894-02-17


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,
will We do that?' All, it's mesilf that IL
ways was favorite wild the ladies!"
The man from Colooney was perhaps not
far out in his assertion. There seemed to
be a movement in his favor among the fe
males, from the mistress to the milkmaid.
The master looked upon it with true Eng
lish 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 shuff1c:'
Il have" said Miss Maud He worked
like horse when | brought him into the
garden"
Iventured to hint, soto voce. that any
influence, and so on.
"That's foolish, and it isn't true. The
man from Coiooney," said the young lady
''is good worker if you only manage him
right"
vicinity of the stables. The master. Miss
the young l.dy's ponies, and we hurried
up. A stable boy had lost five shillings
from his coat as it hung in the stables, and
vas loudly lamenting the fact. The men
standing around looked suspicious. The
man from Colooney slept next to the stable
The foreman, distrustful of anything Hi
bernian. gave voice to the public sentl
ment:
- -
SIR"
The man from Colooney was close by and
heard it. A flush of crimson shot straight
to his bronze cheek, and he took Il half
step forward. Miss Maud's clear voice
stopped him;
What shame! How dare you say such
thing? He would no more take it than
would"
The man from Colooney held his head
high. Somehow we forgot his rags As we
looked at him.
God bless you, miss, )" said the man from
Colooney. THANK YOU"
Nevertheless the Englishman looked
askance at him. The man from Colooney
went solitary for a few days.
The last day of harvest came. We all
went forth to see the last loads brought
home. Miss Maud drove the ponies afield,
two vicious little brutes, that ought to
have had Hercules to hold them. She
drove on before us with confident air.
The master, anxious, shook his head. He
did not like the ponies, but he was as wax
in his daughters hands.
The man from Colooney was in his ele
ment that day. He talked and laughed
with the women, his impudent good humor
bubbling up like fine champagne. He
worked, too, with the best of them, max
ing light of toll at which he would usually
have looked aside.
''I'll be going on my way tonight" said
he, as stopped by him once that after
noon. Its pinin for new adventures
am, so yell see me no more. May be I'll
go long ways off,"
Toward dusk the last load was filled and
dispatched homeward amid cheers Miss
Maud and her ponies headed the wagons
around by the road, the rest of us sought
short cut through the wood, so as to reach
home in time to welcome the little process
sion on its arrival Going through the
wood the man from CoIooney burst into
song-tender and Irish. The women hushed
their clatter and listened, the bundles of
cleaning on their heads swaying harmoni-
ously with the tune.
A startling sound came upon us as we
struck the lane-the sound of horses feet
dashing along the hard ground in uncon-
trollable flight. The lane ran down hill
there, terminating at the foot by an old
lime quarry hundred feet deep. Wegazed
up the hill to the turn. the noise coming
nearer and nearer. The man from Coloo
ney had ceased his song and stood watch
ing.
"Maud's ponies" said the master. and
clinched his teeth hard.
They came around the corner like whirl-
wind, galloping together like the demons
they were, their mistress holding to the
phaeton, but helpless. l thought of the
lime quarry thirty yards away, and turned
sick. The women screamed and tainted;
the men stared at the coming whirlwind
and groaned What could stop them in so
short distance?
STAND clearr' The man from Colooney's
voice rang out sharp and strong He had
gone a step or two to meet the ponies as he
spoke, and stood there, fair and square.
turning up his ragged shirt sleeves.
Crash! The man from Colooney went
down before that awful rush: but his
hands grasped the brides. Up, and down
again, the blood flowing from his face. and
again up, and again down, but still hang
ing on to the mad beasts until they paused,
trembling and wild. on the very edge of
the quarry.
my poor fellowi'' The master bent over
the man from Colooney as he lay on the
bank, painting and CHASTITY, crushed to
death. He turned his face half around
and smiled feebly.
'"Tis young miss he wants." said
woman.
Miss Maud was at his side instantly.
She laid her hand on the damp forehead
and then, with a womanly impulse, bent
forward and kissed him. think that kiss
was his passport for the long journey he
had spoken of, for when the girl raised her
face the man from Colooney was dead
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