The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-08-21
SOMERSET, PA, WEDNESDAY AUGUST 81 1895

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self, you Irish blunderhead."
They're lawyers like Your Honor,
sand since Biddy Rouke-that is m
sister, Your Honor, that's washing 70
all the quaiity-hurt her ankle bone
says she, she says, get the none,
they're OWN me, it's that will thanl
you kindly says she, 'and I'll do n
much for you,' says she, for it's Mr.
Carleton and Mr.. Kearney-"
"0h ~ calculated the Judge. "Carle
ton and Kearney, eh? Yes; / know
where they live, and I'll go along will
you and show you, if you'll lend me
your overcoat and just change hat.
with me-"
"Sure, Your Honor, it's too ragged
like for the likes of you ~
''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 Rierdon I'll send you
TO the lookup for twenty-four days"
Terrence started and grinned.
"All right, ye-"
''Stopr' roared the Judge.
al mane Larry, And is this thee,
sir? / would be after saying, Mister
Rierdon?"
''This is the door, Terry"
And, without knocking, the Judge
pushed Terry into the hotel reading
room, where he stood with his head
drawn i'm 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 in his chair look
ing over the paper, and one or two
Others We're lounging about grumbling
at the dismal monotony of the village
i'm which they found themselves be-
calmed over night.
'Money ~ calculated Carleton, ir-
ritably, as the Irishman made known
his errand. "NNhat money? It's but
little while since settled that bill !;
there must be mere trifle owing
now -
ats S5,-S5.75, and Biddy's laid up
wild broken ankle and five little ones,
sir; and if you'd phase 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 me"
''For shame, Carleton ~ spoke up
Hugh Kearney. "Pay what you owe
the woman. Would you let her and
the little ones starve?
"It don't hurt that class of people to
starve," heartlessly 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, little uneasy be-
meath the whitening lock Of -corn dart
ed al him from Hugh Kearney's eyes.
''Come, here, my man." said the
latter, addressing Terry Hannegan,
who stood scratching his head in sore
perplexity. "How much do l owe
Mrs. Rouke? / ought to have attend
ed to it sooner :. but waited As usual,
for her to send in her bill"
ats only $50, sir, for your honor"
answered Terrence, "but-"
"Well, here's S5 bill. Biddy can
work ii out when her ankle gets better.
And if she is really in want or suffer
ing, tell her to send to me and I'll
come and see her."
''Sure, your honor, I'll do that same
and it's hOpin's the blissid saints may
make your hOnor's bed in heaven, and
wishin' there was many like you and
Biddy'll be thankful woman"
But at this stage Terry Hannegan's
companion, who had stood by the door
motionless all the while, shouldered
him out, still utterine thanks and
blessings as he went.
"Here, said the Judge, as they step
ped out 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 HE, and be about
your business"
SO the Judge dismissed his ragged
companion and returned to mis- din
ing room, back of the law office,
where Kate sat by shaded lamp.
"Well, papa" said Kate, laughingly,
''have you decided yet ~
"Yes, have decided"
"What is ii TO be-"
"Carleton is heartless scoundrel,
and will treat the woman who is his
wife as no woman would wish or de-
serves To be treated"
Papa, how do you know"
mo matter how | know. | have a
way of finding out things for myself,
child"
"And Mr.. Kearney?"
"If you can get him, take him. He
is fine fellow"
And the Judge sat down to write
two brief notes, one of which Carrie ton
read the next morning with contract
ed brow and savage eyes.
"What does the pedantic old fool
mean? What can he have possibly
heard about me which convinces
him that am not the person to render
his daughters life happy one? ?"
But that was just what Mr.. Carleton
never learned.
And Kate, the Judges golden-haired
daughter, was married six months
from that day to Hugh Kearney.