The St. Johns herald., 1896-11-28

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 der freight car, and he's niver a bit consarned for his sowl that'll go to pur- gatory some day by way of header, , says Father Gogarty."
 "Come off now" laughed Luke. "Fa- ther Gogarty niver said that But what did ye hear at mission, I ask ye, Mike Mccoy"
 "Ah, thin, Luke, the father kept say ing, Stand up, now.' Be the time I was we'll up he said, Sit down, now. It bein a new service, Father Gogarty had hard work to kape us movin. He gave us a dressin down at the end. You're ill your sates aisy and comfort able, he says, when ye should be on your knees. Kape watch on me, says he, and whin jinnyfiict then you jim nyfiict.' 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. We'll 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 sint to Dinver was brittle as glass? I 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'll come down a peg, says he. D
 ''Hist, hist, Timmy. There's the missis''
 A lady dressed in plain black stood in the smoky foundry She was perhaps 35 years old, but she was still extreme ly girlish ill 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, lowing courteously to the men as she passed them.
 ''I 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, Dan?' mocked Luke You're the greenest Irishman that ever stood on ten toes. ''
 ''Tin, is it, Luke? Dan stands on nine iver since the bottom of Paddy O O'Shea's crucible fell out and stopped on Dams feet" said Dennis Slavin, the oldest man in the foundry.
 ''The missis is polite to us jacks, '' raid Dick Flanaghan ill his shrill, iQueaking voice. 'That last hot day I was all of father and had been dust ing my work with charcoal. The wind blew it ill my face, and looked like a striped devil. Don was off to picnic. Up comes the missis smiling. I wanted to jump under me bench. MT. Flana- ghan, says she, and will ye be having them hame balls ready to go on the last express the night?' 'Shure they poured and cooling there, says I, but you'll have to ask Mike if he'll be after tumbling them. Thank you, MT. Elan aghan, 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 Pm waiting to lock the door? Dump them grates, Pat. Must l tell ye livery night to put the fires out?''
 The men hurried out on the street and went clumsily homeward. Mrs. Sterns, the ''missiS, 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 a delicate tea gown. A letter bearing an English post mark had been placed by her plate An immense mastiff lay stretched out on rug by her chair. He was always near his mistress when she was at home. Between the courses she read the letter.
 ''I am gone much longer, Kate, 6ear," 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, I can quickly