The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1895-03-20

went on the persistent Hannegnn; land
since Biddy Rourke-that's me sister,
your honor, that washes for all the
quality-hurt her ankle bone, she says,
says she-'Terry,' says she, she says,
get the money they're OWN me, it's
that'll thank you kindly says she, and
I'll do as much for you says she, 'for
it's Mr.. Carleton and Mr.. Kearney-' Z"
"Ohw calculated the Judge; "Carle.
ton and Kearney, eh? Yes. I know
where they live, and I'll go along with
you and show you, If you'll lend me
your overcoat and just change hats
with me-"
"Sure, your honor, it's too ragged.
like for the likes o. your
"That's my business" said the Judge,
alertly transforming himself into an
old loafer by the battered hat and rusty
overgarment of Terrence Hannegan.
"Now, look here, If you call me any.
thing but Larry Reirdon I'll send you
to the lookup for twenty days"
Terrence started and grlnned:
"All right, yer"
"Stopr' roared the Judge.
81 name Larry! And is this the door,
sir? l would be after saying, Mister
Reirdon?"
"This IN the door, Terry
And without knocking the Judge
pushed Terry into the hotel reading
room, where he stood with his head
drawn in between his shoulders and
nearly covered by the Irishman's too.
large hat, while Hannegan boldly con-
fronted the young men.
Carleton was writing a letter, Kear-
ney sat tipped back on his chair looking
over the paper, and one or two others
were lounging about, grumbllng at the
dismal monotony of the village in
which they found themselves becalmed
over night.
Money! calculated Carleton, irrita-
bly,, as the Irishman made known his
errand. "What money? It's but lit
tie while since settled that bill; there
must be mere trifie owing noww
cts five dollars, sir-five dollars and
siventy cents; and Biddy, she's laid up
wild broken ankle and five little ones,
sir; an II you'd plase to let me have
the money, I've Biddy's receipt, sir"
"Hang your receipts. man-I've no
money to spare! Don't bother mel"
"For shame, Carleton!" spoke up
Hugh Kearney. "Pay what you owe
the woman. Would you let her and her
little ones starveT"
at don't hurt that class Of people
TO starve," heartlessly answered Garlic
ton. "As for the little ones, the less
we have among us to pay taxes for, the
better! 1t isn't convenient for me TO
settle the account to-day - that's
enough"
And he turned away and bent over
his writing again, a little uneasy be-
neath the whitening look of scorn dart
ed Mt him from Hugh Kearney's eyes.
"Come here, my man." said the lat
ter, addressing Terry Hannegan, who
stood scratching his head In sore per.
pleXity. 'How much do owe Mrs.
Rourke? l ought to have attended to
it sooner; but waited, as usual, for
her to send In her bill"
"It's only two dollars and q half, sir,
for yer honor" answered Terrence,
"but-
"Well, here's five-dollar bill. Biddy
can work it out when her ankle gets
better. And If she's really in want or
suffering, tell her to send to me and
IL come and see her."
"Sure, your honor. and I'll do that
same; and it's hopin' the bllssid saints
may make your honor's bed in heaven
and wishin' there was many like you
and Biddy II be the thankful woman
that she will. and"
But at this stage Terry Hannegan's
companion, who had stood by the door
motionless oil this while, shouldered
him out, still uttering thanks and
blessings as he went.
"Here," said the Judge, as they
stepped out once more on the pave
ment, take your Overcoat Terry, and
let's change hats again; for begin tc
feel radical and revolutionary already
"Feel how, your honor"
"Never mind. Here give this money
to your sister from me, and be about
your business"
So the Judge dismissed his ragged
companion and returned to the dining
room. back Of the law office, wher,
Kate sat by shaded lamp"
"Well, papa" said Kate, laughingly
shave you decided ycty - -