The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1898-07-29

THE steak began 70 fry, resumed INC
romancing narrator, and the Fat snap
ped and cracked IN the pan and the
sweet smell OF the meat spread itself out
all over that part O Cuba, and starving
women and children came running for a
mile around. and dogs were bowling and
the cats making tho devils own time at
the smell O. the meat"
Mr. Finn edged his chair closer 70 the
table and groaned sympathetically
I'm listening" he exclaimed. What
else?'
well. when he had It cooked rare, so
that the Juice ran out Of II and the wa
ter out Of the Cubans' mouths at the
sight Of 81 he
"Oh. my Cod my Cod" interrupted
Mr. Finn
"He stuck a fork into a slice o. II and
raised 10 I'D IN the air go that the little
children could see the sweet juice drop
ping IN puddles Of gravy IN the road, and
fhen he smiled one Of them hatchet-faced
smiles them Spaniards use when they
are having fun and
Mr.. Finn could listen no longer HIS
own hunger brought home 10 him every
detail 80 graphically described by his
boy He arose to his ful herculean
height. raised his brawny, hairy fists to-
ward tho ceiling. and ripped out string
of imprecations upon the heads OF all
Castilians. alive or dead.
"NIiua murther" he roared IT could
lick twenty OF them dirty Dagos my
self. single-handed. collar-and-eiDoW'
catch-as-catch-can. or anyway. ROCKS
and bones hammer and tongs' ne con-
tlnued. stridlng up and down the Moor
urtu the shanty rocked TO his heavy
tread. "Tn go down and knock The head
of that thievin' Spanish Tony" that
keeps the tobacco store heyant, just 10
keep me hand i'm
Bareheaded and in his shirt sleeves
Nr. Finn started out Of the door plr-
sued by his wife and the heir 10 the
Finn estate
stop him! stop him. shouted Mrs
Finn. wildly. "Hel stick knife into
YOU. Mike. dear Oh. my God, My hus-
band will be killed intirely! Help Hep
Murderi Thieves Mike. Mike; my OAR
lint Come back 10 me-!
Her cries ended IN a shrek Ike that
Of q locomotive whistle which brought
an the neighbors out. Mike Welsh came
running with an axe I'm his hand. Mrs
O'Brien Joined n the chase. carrying
clothes line which she had just been TAX
ing down.
Cooney Island was in tumult. Two
hundred yards ahead Of his pursueis
Mike Finn was tearing along at koweu
speed. while behind him ran nearly all
the animate population Of the hamlet
including the goat elate ala virile
Hes going 10 his death. stop him.
gasped Mrs. Finn. in the middle OF tho
ruck
never fear. acushla." said Mrs.
O'Brien. well up I'm the van. "WeIl TX
him, Come ON, boys
ell. o.. fVfr Hnr "a
hair and skirts streaming on the wind,
she made "a running moose I'm the end Of
the cIothes-line. Her fighting blood was
up. She had not been practicing on her
husband for twenty years for nothing.
She did not know what all the fuss was
about. neither did she care. To her ii
was simply one Of those exciting incl
dents which occasionally stir the current
of bucOlio life The primitive savagery
I'm her bosom was aroused 10 fever heat.
An Amazon I'm size and in Drawn, she
would have stormed san Juan beside
Teddy Roosevelt. So, also, would the
goat
"Pick up the rope. a dozen Of ye,"
shouted Mrs OF rien over her shoulder,
land when ] say pull jerk lively!'
Meanwhile the goat was IN the thick Of
the melee. with head erect and shining.
impassioned eyes. The spirit Of anar-
chy was I'm him The Donnybrook war
cry, wherever you see head hit It,.
was his unconscious slogan. Seeing
something moving in the dusk ahead. he
charged and struck II amidships full tilt.
The knightly Bayard never made a more
victorious assault. 10 proved 20 be Mrs.
OBrien. She went down as though hit
by "a Mauser bullet. while the goat
charged over her PROSTATE body I'm pur-
suit Of Mr. Finn. But Mrs. O'Brien stu
chung 20 the rope Scrambling 10 her
feet painting with rage and choked with
dust she filled the air with "a wealth OF
metaphor eminently appropriate, but
more explosive than polite.
The goat was now we'll in the lead OF
the bowling pursuers. and rapidly near
ing Mr. Finn. who had turned into the
principal street Of the hamlet and was
nearing the tobacconists shop. Behind
him the crowd was constantly augmented
by passers-by. More than 200 persons.
men. women children and dogs, were
running madly down the street.
Tony. the tobacconist. was smoking IN
front Of his shop He heard the noise Of
the approaching mob and arose from
his scat just as the figure Of the rag
ing lrishman appeared before him. Mr..
Finn hositated an instant before telling
MS Nlfi4In. IouN lfdNNfA l'l Ills hitih'f
but before he could open IL the goat
propelled by inherent deviltry and pair
of strong hind legs. thrust his head into
the small Of Hr. Firms back, bringing
the men into violent collision. To add to
Mr. Firms embarrassment as this crit
zeal iuncture Mrs. OBrien dropped the
clothes-line moose over his head. With a
long pull a strong pail and a pull all
together by a dozen willing hands Mr.
Finn was pulled backward 10 the ground.
while a considerable part of the adult
portion of Cooney Island piled itself on
TOP of him. He struggled manfully, but.
black I'm the face and with his tongue
protruding and a dozen Of his heaviest
neighbors sitting on him. he was help
less The rope around his neck was cut.
but 10 be sure Of his safety, Mrs. Finn in
sisted on tying his hands and feet and
loading him upon p wheelbarrow. While
on the way homeward his son Mickey
said to him:
Father what did you want to Kill
Tony for?'
"Bekose he's won o. thin Spaniards
that starves women and little children"
replied Mr. Finn, grooming with the pain
from the bruise in his back
You're wrong father, Tony's no Span
iard. He's as good an lrishman as you
are. His name is Antonio Moriarty. He
was born in the West Indies. that's what
makes him look so yellow. New York
sun.
Centenarian Dead.