The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-04-02

l and, after all, 1t isn't like selectlng
lover, because l can make up my mine
any time"
$50 you want the old dad to select TO
! you, do you? Well, we'll, III think i
| over and let you know"
The Judge put on his hat and wen
out for walk in the summer tWiligh
to clear his brain of the cobwebs In
iuced by his days work.
"Hallow he cried, as he nearly stun
bled over a meditative old Irishman
who was standing staring about hin
with a ragged old waterproof Goa
! hanging on his arm. What do yor
mean by obStructing the highway IL
that sort of fashion, Hannegan?
Faith, it's I that axes your honor's
pardon kindly, but sorra bit know:
! where I'm goin'. Perhaps your hono'
! could tell me-"
How the mischief do you suppose
can tell you, if you don't know your
self, ycu Irish blunderhead"
They're lawyers like your honor,
went on the persistent Hannegan; "ant
since Biddy Rourke-that's me sister
your honor, that washes for all tA'
! 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, 'ane
I'll do as much for you,' says she, FOL
it's Mr.. Carleton and Mr.. Kearney--
"Ohw calculated the Judge; "Carle
ton and Kearney, eh? Yes. I know
where they live, and I'll go along witt
| you and show you, If you'll lend me
your overcoat and just change hab
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 leater BY the battered hat end rusty
'.o1 ow,rgarment q TeFfsaes Hannegan.
Now, look here, u you call me any
thing but Larry Reirdon I'll send you
to the lookup for twenty days"
Terrence started and grinned:
"AH right, yer"
"Stopw roared the Judge.
81 name Larry! And is this the door.
sir? I would be after saying, Mister
Reirdon?'
''This Is 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
,ronted 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, grumbling at the
dismal monotony Of the village in
which they found themselves becallned
over night
Money" calculated Carleton, irrita-
bly,, as the Irishman made known his
errand. "What money? It's but lit
tie while since I settled that bill; there
must be mere triae owing now!
sIts FIVE dollars, sir-fve dollars and
siventy cents; and Biddy, she's laid up
wild broken ankle and five little ones,
sir; an if 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 mer'
"For shame, Carleton" spoke up
Hugh Kearney. "Pay what you owe
the woman. Would you let her and hey
little ones starve?"
"It don't hurt that class of people
to starve," heartlessly answered Carle-
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 owe,
his writing again, little uneasy be-
meath the whitening look Of scorn dart
ed at 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 I owe Mrs.
Rourke? I ought to have attended to
it sooner; but I waited, as usual, foy
her to send in her bill"
"It's only two dollars and half, sir,
for yer honor" answered Terrence,
but
We'll, here's t1ve-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
II come and see her"
"Sure, your honor, and I'll do that
same; and it's hopin' the blissid saints
may make your honor's bed in heaven,
and wishin' there was many like you;
and Biddy IL be the thankful woman,
that she will. and"
But at this stage Terry Hannegan's
companion, who had stood by the door
motionless all 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 to
Observation-Disclosures already"
Feel how, your honor"
"Neyer mind, Here give this money