The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1896-10-25

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cept me as their judge; yes. and their ex-
| ecutioner on occa sion. Boastfuness is I'M
becoming in an old man; but at one time,
| sir. some said / could use rapier and clay
| more bit and ny hand can guard my
| head yet when carry my pastoral staff
corner of the room, and looking there, l
| saw stout blackthorn
DO you think go about among my poor
| children with the law at my back?'' he
| asked seeming almost hurt al the notion
Il noticed that the law evidently thought
| you could take care of yourself | said
| remembering the two policemen. and this
seemed to please Father Munro. He
his very good friends. some of them his
par1shioners, too, and then turned the con-
xersation, chatting to me about books and
an apology for having been led to forget
| II must be in your parish, too sir" told
| him, and if a hereto is allowed to come in
| now and then when you're not too busy or
| to hope for pastoral visitation | wish you
| would add my name to your list
The little man, rising alertly to see me
out, looked keenly into my eyes for Sec
| These doors open to you my son.
whenever you choose, and if an old man 8
| society won't trouble you you shall see me
| up your stairs before long and he babe
| ME good night
After that began to see Father Munro
| often and to hear of him still oftener
| Every one who knew him had a
good word for him, and after hay
hs comeanv seen met once fhs irish or twioe IN
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| neighbors on very different footing. Even
the MeCarthy's grew friendly, and nothing
| away about the priests doings He told
ne of the waking of Mcclure, of the grea,
| Orange fight and of many other matters,
in all of which Father Munro the hero.
Faith he's a man. young Tim would
| say at last, in a way that made think
| he placed that same man above most of the
| saints.
One thing, however. Father Munro could
| not do with either Young Tim or Ould
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| ing. Ould Tim would keep off it for Sat
| urday, maybe two, but rarely three. The
| longer he was sober the longer and fiercer
would be the bout that followed and the
worse for poor old Kathleen. AS for Young
Tim. he drank much less, but much
smaller quantity put him in the fighting
mood. He never struck his wife, and he
tried to avoid Guild Tim, but when they
was a battle royal.
Thus things were, when summer Sat-
urday evening, year after my first meet
court as Guild Tim came staggering out.
AT the foot of his stair were some angry
screamed their abuse at him. Upstairs 1
could hear Kathleen moaning, and ] was
told that the beating had been much worse
than usual, so bad that just before Ould
Tim had left her one neighbor had gone off
for Young Tim and another for Father
Munro.
L ran up the stairs and found the woman
badly bruised. but nothing more, and then
on my way to the infirmary, saw Young
stick in hand. A little farther on I met
the woman who had gone for Father Mum
and wouldn't be in for an hour, when he'd
be told, and / passed on. to forget all
about the matter a few minutes later, in
the work Of what is known intaking,
which is follows:
Each medical and each surgical ward has
its intaking day and night, during which it
receives, if possible, all cases admitted for
treatment. On a Saturday night there
fore, there will be a resident surgeon on
n m M a
cases, deciding which shall be admitted,
and which must be treated out-patients.
ward in which I clerked; and being
Saturday. was fairly busy.
A battered drunkard or two came in, OF
course, and battered victims Of the same.
child also who had been run over. and
girl from the country. at whom the ever
1ourishing fool had pointed the ever-handy
loaded gun, though, fortunately, without
the usual fatal result. We had seen to the
girl, and packed her off to bed; and Mac
intosh the resident, was relieving his
mind and amusing us, by telling the fool
what ne thought OF MN: W Eha might nap
to him (the FOOD, when another cab rolled
to the door: a lively young dresser who
sat on the table swinging his legs jumped
down and ran out to see what was coming,
but came back at once.
"A reverend gentleman on the spree!'
he announced: and presently in came
Father Munro.
His shovel hat was crushed down over
his eyes, his coat collar was turned up to
meet it, his face-as much of it as could
be seen when he came In-ras ehalky
whose a ann t he leaned heavy was not
1 stepped forward at once, speaking to
him by name 1 did so. and THE Little
General greeted me with a dazed smile.
'Old bones, Mr.. Tregenna. and old eyes;
I've had a tumble at last, you see, and
Tim Mccarthy insisted on bringing me
here"
doctor a'g ready aiE'f for r you and introduced
Macintosh, being very careful to let that
gentleman know the sort of man he had
I might have spared myself the trouble.
Father Munro was his own recommended
ton, and in two minutes was sitting bolt
upright-he refused to lie on the table
having two very ugly head wounds exam
ned, and being treated with as much re-
Spect as any Pope could desire. There
were two straight clean cuts. side by side,
across the toP of the head 6 and on .o one
looking at them curiously before he asked
any questions .o,,
Il was going up a dark stair" Father
Munro told him quietly land 1 had
did your head strike against anything"
y expect / struck it tin in faI Hing said
slowly. and distinctly ''it was mistake
made in the dark"
| might be wrong, but it seemed to me
that he meant every one in the place to
hear that and standing by the resident,
Two clean-cut parallel wounds on the top
and one at the side. Where before had l
seen such another head? | could not re-
member, but stood racking my brain with
result.
Now then. Tregenna, Look alive. man.
Macintosh reused ne from my meditation
with q nudge, and gave him the help that
he wanted, wondering all the time.
Were you alone, sir?''
Macintosh asked this while he pushed the
examination further. He seemed puzzled
too.
II was going up the stair alone" Father
Munro said patiently.
You must have struck your head twice,
them"
II cannot remember all. i was rather
stunned L think
Rather Macintosh muttered to him
self, and then seemed to remember Young
Tim. who still standing and watching
anXiously from the far end of the room. |
Were you there at the timer
Macintosh asked Young Tim the question |
but it Father Munro who answered |
Mccarthy found me at the foot of the |
STAIR and Young Tim said nothing.
his patient talked the better, and he asked |
no more questions just then.
We got Father Munro to bed, shaved off |
the thick, gray hair, dressed the great |
scalp wound and put an ice cap on the |
grand old head, and for a time all went |
we'll. Before we had finished l remembered |
where | had seen other such wounds but |
l held my peace and waited.
There was no Side-rOOm bed empty and |
he put into the ward for the night.
I'm the morning, sir said Macintosh |
surveying him in a critical way with his |
tasseled cap one side, after all was done, |