The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-02-13

min done come back i SDeck ne q pc
mo- dan glad TO see you. But I'm
Skeer'd ter kyar you up dar, kaze
dLnner what o. Miss. and Miss Floe
an mammyll say
Trust me for that same remarked
the soldier. Take me down this once,
will We, an tell EN- at the house that
Private O'Halloran, av the sharpshoot-
ers, has taken the liberty Tor TO call on
the Lad
The negro proceeded to make gap IN
the wcfm fence. remarking as he dad
so: u be bless ef l don't believe oar ar
nag what you er settin' on is Marse
'lisha Perrynan's saddle boss.
Like as not" said private q Hallor-
an, calmly.
Nom Won't he rip ana rar when he
miss cat ar hoss2 III twuz me, an 1
had Token DAT ar boss, I'd be gailopln'
out n &c county by ais time Aaze Mars
'Lisha is de mos serVigrous White man
in oeze parts lie, mighty nigh ez ser
Vigorous ez OF marster use TO De II MS
prinly days. I'm tellin' you de NAKED
Irufe, mon.'
Private O'Halloran laughed by way OF
reply, as he rode through the gap
Plato had made in the fence.
.Oi'u go up an put me TWO eyes on
i'm" said OHalloran, as he turned his
horses. head toward the house, an
see the lock av i'm be the time the
twintieth army corps comes truosln
by -
"Yassar," replied Plato, taking an
other critical view of the steed the big
Irishman was riding. Then he laughed
What's the joker" inquired O'Hal-
loran.
Taint no joke, if you'll hear my
horn" said Plato. - wuz des thinkin'
how Marse 'Lisha Perryman gwine ter
cut Up when he fin out his saddle boss
beer, rid on. dunner wheVer hel XIII
a Yankee er a niger, or whever he IL
go out an shoot a steer. He's the most
ServigrouS man ever see, an he Sho
did ike dat er boss. You er de o2ltest
white man what been straddle NV i'm
ceDpirl' Marse 'Lisha l amt gwine ter
be nowhair's 'roun' when he come hunt
in cat boss"
The horse evidently knew all about
the Fitzpatrick place, for he went di-
rectly TO the hitching post, and there
stopped. AS O'Halloran dismounted
Plato took the halter strap, deXterously
fastened it TO the ring in the post aid
promptly disappeared. He evidently
had no idea of being made an interested
party in the scene that he supposed
would take place when the big Irish
man doomed up before the astonished
gaze of his mistress and her dat hter-
But the scene he anticipated did not
occur. 1t is the unexpected that hap
pens, and it happened in this instance.
O'Halloran went to the door that Plato
had indicated, removed mis- waterproof
coat, shook off the shining rain mist
and laid it on convenient bench seat.
Then he took off his hat, reached back
his hair and knocked confidently at the
door. He was quite a presentable tig-
ure as he stood there, considering all
the circumstances. His look Of expec-
tation had a genial smile for its basis.
and there was a large spark of humor
ghstening in his fine black eyes.
It CHANGED that Aunt Candace came
to the door in response to the summons.
She opened it wide with a frown on
her face, but when she saw the federal
soldier looming up she threw up her
hands with a loud cry.
My Gawdl Dey Sot u.s. Dey got Usr'
Then recovering herself somewhat, she
planted herself in the doorway. "G'way
fun herei Gway fun here, 1 tell you.
Dey amt nobody on de place but VIM
men an Children, nohow. Go on off,
mani Don't you hear me?'
''Aisy, aisyl VIII ye be aisy now?'
says OHallOran, when he could get in
a word edgewise. Where's the LADY,
What you want wild her?" cried
Aunt Candace. "G'way fun herer'
She stood like a tiger at bay.
At that moment Mrs. Fitzpatrick ap-
peared in the hallway. The sight of the
soldier in blue paralyzed all her fac
ulties except memory of the fact that
her son lay wounded not 30 feet away.
Making d supreme effort at self-con-
troll. she stood before the big Irish
man with white face and clasped
hands. Something in her attitude
touched the soldier. He bent low be-
fore her.
NO harm to Won. mum. beggin' vo1IY-
pardon. OF says to a nagur in passin
Whose iligant place is this?' The Kill
patrick place, says he. Upon me soul,
says Oi, twill be no harm to call in
an see the by How is ne, mum? ?"
DO you know my SOM" Her voice
was so harsh and strained that she
hardly recognized it. The big Irishman
had no need to answer. The door
through which the lady had entered