The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-04-24
"They're lawyers like your honor. >,

'and since Biddy R0urke-that's m
sister, your honor, that washes for al
the quality-hurt her ankle bone, sh
says, she-'Terry,' says she, she says
get the money they're OWN me, it's
that'il thank you kindly says she
and I'll do as much for you,' says she
for it's Mr.. Carleton and Mr.. Kear
ney-'"
"Oh" )" calculated the Judge "Carle
ton and Kearney, eh? Yes; / know
where they live, and I'll go along will
you aud show you, if you'll lend IN,
your overcoat and just change hats will
me.u
"Sure, your honor, it's too ragged
like for the likes o. your
That's my business said the Judg,
alertly transforming himself into al
old loafer by the battered hat and rust,
overgarment of Terrence Hannegan
Nov, look here, if you call me any
thing but Larry Rierdon I'll send you
to the lookup for twenty-days."
Terrence started and grinned.
"All right, yer"
stop ~ roared the Judge.
81 mane Larry And is this the
sir? | would be after saying, Mister
Reirdon ~
"This is the door. Terrv.'i
And without knocking the Judg,
pushed Terry into the hotel reading
room, where hc 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 letter, Kear-
ney sat tipped back on his chair look
ing over the paper, and one or two
Others were lounging about, grumbling
at the dismal monotony of the village
in which they found themselves be-
calmed over night.
Money! calculated Carleton, ir-
ritable, as the Irishman made known
mis- errand. "What money? It's but
a little while since | settled that bill !;
there must be mere trife owing
now ~
''It's five dollars, sir-five dollars and
siventy cents; and Biddy's laid up
wild Il broken ankle and five little ones,
sir an if you'd phase to let me have
the money, I've Biddy's receipt sir"
Hang your receipts, man-Tve no
money to spare! Don't bother me -
''For shame, Carleton ~ spoke up
Hugh Kearney. "Pay what you owe
the woman. Would you let her and
her little ones starve?"
at don't hurt that class Of people 10
starve," hcartlessly answered Carleton.
''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-
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. GLOW much do owe Mrs.
Rourke? | ought to have attended to
ii sooner; but | waited as usual, for her
to send in her bill.
ats only two dollars and a half, sir,
for yer honor" answered Terrence,
"but-"
"Well, here's a five dollar bill. Bid
dy can work it out when her ankle
gets better. And if she is really in
want or suffering, tell her to send to
me and I'll come and see her.Y
''Sure, your honor, and I'll do that
same and it's hopin' the blissed saints
may make your honor's bed in heaven,
and wishin' there was many like you ;
and Biddy'll be the thankful woman,
that she will, and"
But at this stage Terry Hannegan's
companion, who had stood by the door
motionless all the while, shouldered
him ont, still uttaring thanks and
blessings as he went.
Here" said the Judge, as they step
ped ont once more on the pavement.
take your overcoat. Terry, and let's
change hats again for begin to feel
radical and revolutionary already"
Feel how, your honor?'
"Never mind. Here give this mon
ey to your sister from me, and be about
your business"
So the Judge dismissed his ragged
companion and returned to the dingg-
room, back of the law office, where
Kate sat by shaded lamp"
well, papa" said Kate, laughing
ly, "have you decided ye;?'
"Yes have decided"
(Which is il 10 be -
"Carletoa is a hcarilcss scoundrel
and will treat the woman who i his
wife a. no womln would wish or d.
serve t. be treated"
"Papa, how do you know?'
mo matter how | know. I've a
way of finding out things for myself,
child"
"And Mr.. Kearney ?'
"If you can get him, take him. lie
is IL fine fellow"
Aud the Judge sat down to write two
brief notes, one of which Carleton read
the next morning with contracted
brow and savage eyes.
"What does the pedantic old fool
mean? What can he possibly have
heard about me which convinces him
that am not the person TO render his
daughters life happy one?'
But that was exactly what Mr.. Carle.
ton never learned.
And Kate, the Judges goiden-haired
daughter, was married six months
from that day to Hugh Kearney.-Nc,t
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