The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1896-04-23
MAGGIE IND MIKES little
ROMANCE.

avenue and climbed down from his
high seat.
Hello, Patr' he called; anything
new?"
Pat Shannon, the BOSS teamster,
poked his head through the little win
dow.
"Nothin' more the day. me bye" said
he. Then consulting his big silver
watch, he added: at wants but a
hair av @ o'clock. Yez kin put up yer
team
Mike looked relieved. 81 seen a lot
o. bales fer Mason an Strange up at
shed B" said he, IAN I fought l was
booked fer a night-hawk load ter Man
ayunk."
Il have no arders.' said Pat, IAN
divil a fut will l bulge the gewds till
l git thin. Before We go till the sta
BILE, Mikee," he added, 81 want till
have a bit av a talk wild ye."
Mike entered the office, which had
formerly done duty as a fagman's
Matchbox at a railroad crossing, and
sat down. Pat had just cut a load
from his plug of Rough and Ready
and was grinding it between his
palms.
rye know. Mike" said he, I'm after
havin' great call from the mills up in
| KensingtOn. Shure the bell av me tel
ephone's jangling all the Gods blessed
day. an it's the divils own job till get
the teams up there in tonne" The to-
bacco was we'll granulated by this
time and Pat was carefully charging
his pipe.
Peter Slattery's bin poor av late"
resumed he, lighting his clay and pull
ing away with a great deal of self-sat-
isfaction. "He wants till go back
home till Mayo for the gewd av his
health. | have bought him Out-six
| pair av the foinest jacks that liver
stepped an foive trucks as gewd as
new"
Mike had listened ~approvingly while
the old man was speaking. "Jist what
I've bin tellin' We ter do all along" he
now broke in. "If We don't hump yer.
self the uptown mugs III scoop yer
biz
True fer yc. Ycz are a level-headed
felly. Mike. An that's jist what I'm
comm till. Ye see, l have rinted the
back room av Kerrigan's cigar store,
on the Lehigh avenue an intend till
establish a branch office there, wild
Slattery's ovid teams an drivers till
. do the wurk. An now" went on Pat,
I'm lookin' fer a likely young felly
till take charge av me branch. 9e2
have wurked fer me a long tonne,
Mikee; yez are a sober, study bye, an
gewd till yer wildly mother. VIII ye
take the joby The wurk will be easy
an it'll pay We SIS a wake
The munificence of the offer dazzled
Alike. He thought of the hobby suits
he could buy on Front street and OF
the figure he would cut on Regan's
corner on Sundays. He even went sc
far as to picture himself stalking along
in the dress parade on North Broad
street on Sunday afternoons, swing
ing a big club of a cane with his
"pants" rolled up at the bottoms. But
a second thought caused these dreams
of glory to vanish. There was a queer
look on his face and an odd catch il
his voice as he said:
But say, Fat, ye know | can't rea(
er write"
"Arrah, the divil fly away wild me-
fer a blunderin' egit."' exclaimed ole
Shannon. "Shure l niver vans
fought av that. That puts IN ind til
it. Ye won't do fer the place, Mike
the wurk's beyant ye."
Young McCarty understood that ant
felt it keenly. He rose to his feet ant
lit a cigarette, ~endeavoring to convey
an impression of nonchalence. Bur
the subterfuge did not deceive thu
"boss."
Common since will tell We, Mikee,'
said he, laying a hand kindly or
Mikes shoulder, that the man wha'
takes how'd av me up town branch
must hav a bit av larnin". Give VI
the gang, me boy, stick till yez wurl
an go till the night school,
About an hour later, Mike, with 3
pail of water standing on a chair neal
the back door of his home in McGar
rigle's alley, was scrubbing the grim.
from his hands and brooding over hi
first call down" He thought of tn,
picture Ignorance Fleeing Before tiit
Light of Knowledge" tackled up il
the reception room of the Aurora Ro
reals Athletic Club. of which he Wa
a member, and wondered if he looked
like the covering wretch typifyins
Ignorance" His mother, who wa
laying the table for supper, had sew
eral times begged him to Give ovel
yer muSln an tnlnkln, Dut eacn tnlt
he had growled out an impatient re
ply and she had subsidized, declaring
that he was as cross as two sticks
Young Jimmie was sitting on the edge
of the coal box, watching his bis
brothers vicious manipulation of the
bar of soap, with an expression o,
wonderment imprinted upon his iu
venile physiognOmy. 1t was an nn
sual thing for Mike to indulge in bat
temper, and Jimmie didn't like it. Hi
small mind was casting about for {
suitable topic to duscuss, and at las
he hit upon II which he though
would interest.
"Say, Nike said he, Guess what.
Mike attempted to throw cold waite
on the effort by gruf1y saying h
couldn't, But Jimmie was not to b.
denied.
I'VE got a new teacler'n our class
tidy" he declared. Guess who it's.
But Mike neither knew nor cared. ant
GROSSLY said as much.
Its Maggie Carroll" persisted tn,