The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-02-19

"Ho,c much are your lragcs ,oeek, Don
OghtieT"
der a freight car, and he's niver a bit
consumed for his sowl that'll go to pur-
gatory some day by way of a header,
says Father Gogarty "
Come off now," laughed Luke "Fa-
Their Gogarty niver said that. But
what did ye hear at mission, l ask ye.
Mike Mccoy"
'Ah, thin, Luke, the father kept say
ing, Stand up, now Be the time l
was well up he said, sit down, now
1t bein new service, Father Gogarty
had hard work to kape us movin. He
gave us a dressin down at the end.
You're in your safes aisy and comfort
able, he says, when ye should be on
your knees. Kape watch on me, says
he, and whin l jinnyhict then you jim
nyfict.' Them missions is pious work,
Luke"
At 10 minutes to the men were
washing up. "Going to the union to.
night, Timmy?" asked Tom Mahanney.
'Dade that am, Tom. Well spoil
Mowry. He won't hire union men to
work for him, and we'll see that his
pots are doctored. Did ye know that the
big casting that he stint to Dinver was
brittle as glass? l know the man that
made it. 'That'll bust suddint ON you,
Mowry, says my friend when he pour
ed it. You needn't be SO high and
mighty with us brotherhood felleys.
You II come down a peg, says he. "
Hist, hist. Jimmy. There's the
missis. ("
A lady dressed in plain black stood
in the smoky foundry. She was perhaps
S5 years old, but she was still extreme
ly girlish in figure and face. She was
speaking with Don. Good night, Mr..
Donoghue, " she said when she had fin
ished talking and then stepped lightly
along, bowling courteously to the men
as she passed them.
81 does hate to have the missis see
me when my shirts all open and I'm
as red as a gobbler," said young Dan
Doyle.
RED, are you, DAM" Knocked Luke.
you're the greenest Irishman that ever
stood on ten toes"
''1in, is it, Luke? Dan stands on nine
liver since tho bottom of Paddy O'Shea's
crucible fell out and stopped on Dan S
feet" said Dennis Slavin, the Oldest
man in the foundry.
1.-The missis is polite to MS jacks, I"
said Dick Flanaghan in his shrilI,
squeaking voice THAT last hot day
was all of lather and had been dust
ing my work with charcoal. The wind
blew it in my face, and 1 looked like a
striped devil, Don was off to picnic
| Up comes the missis smiling. | wanted
to jump under me bench. Mr.. Flana-
CHAN, says she. and will ye be having
them hame balls ready to go ON the
last express the night? 'Shure they're
poured and cooling there, says /, but
you'll have to ask Mike if he'll be after
tumbling them. Thank you. Mr.. Elan
Afghan, says she. Anybody niver called
me mister before. She did me proud.
She's the lady for ye."
"Ye're long winded, Dick" broke in
Don. Don't ye see I'm waiting to locA
the door? Dump them CRATES, Pat
Must tell ye livery night to put the
hres out!"
The men hurried out ON the stree
and went clumsily homeward. NJ
Storms, the "mlssis, had gone toward
High street to her house. Half an hour
after her entrance she was seated at her
dainty dinner table She had changed
her foundry dress for delicate tea
gown. A letter bearing an English post
mark had been placed by her plate An
immense mastiff lay stretched out ON a
rug by her chair. He was always near
his mistress when she was at home
Between the courses she read the letter
81 am gone much longer, Kate,
dear, her husband wrote, than i ex-
pected to be Some litigation has arisen
about the patent and will keep me here
several months longer. But after we
win the case, as we shall. ! can quickly
negotiate the sale and return. The pat.
ent is more valuable than l thought
and will greatly increase our wealth.
Can you hold the men together? There
are signs of renewed labor troubles. "
ITO be Continued