The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-10-01
DROLLERIES or DONEGAL.
DEATH AND DAN MAL0hEY.
ny sEUMAs MACMANUs.

him; and used all my arts, all my
cunning. all my renowned proves as
fisherman land that. though I say
II. 10 not small to COAX and capture that fellow
but without the slightest avail. Ny sleep O.
niRhts was disturbed. and went after him
upon new plans in my dreams and caught
him-I think three or four times: but he al
ways managed to break away again. generally
carrying of half Of my best priced rod but one
time remember him carrying of the whole
rod, and myself at the end OF Il: and 1t was
only as l was dashed over dreadful falls that
awoke. with an aching head.
On the fourth day. l did not get glimpse OF
him at all carried homo rather botter take
than my usual good take-and Michael Slavin
complimented me highly Michael was my
landlord for the week spent on the Eske) on
my skill and good fortune
Skill once believed / had. Michael-but 1
believe 30 no longer: good fortune and
haven't even a noddIne acquaintance"
What do ye mane1" said Michael.
told Michael OF the splendid opportunities
Providence and the big white salmon had been
recklessly casting in my way-and OF the ASST
nine manner in which l had utterly failed to
benefit by them
Ohio" said Michael. 80 you have been
thryin' your hand upon Dan Maloney, too"
"On Dan Maloney?"
Ay. on Dan. Didn't any wan tell 70 that
was Dan Maloney ye wor wastin' yer time try
In TO catchy'
shook my head. for did not understand
Michael
That big white salmon" sail Michael. is
Dan Maoney and as we'll might 70 be irwin TO
turn the tide with p!tchfork as endeavorin'
to hook Dan"
why have you chrlstened him Dan Mao-
ney?r
Bekass that's what tho priest christened
him! !"
Does the priest christen all the salmon?"
"BotheratIon. no! but he christens Chris
tians.'
oh. and this particular saline on 10 q Chris
tinn?"
A Christian yes
"EnliRhten me, please. friend Michael"
Michael laid down his spade. seated himself
comfortably on the ridge. made me cit down
beside him. refused with a suggestive head
shake my rroffersd cigar. lighted his own
dusky smoke machine. and spake:
Wanst there lived close by the town OF Done
gal poor tinker. named Dan Maloney, who
owned a small wso hut scarce bigger nor a
matchbox. and piece OF garden ye might
cover with yer handk erchief. But he was an
honest. good hearted man. was Dan. even II he
was fond OF a bit CO spree by times and had q
head a. full OF thricks as an eggs full OF matt
And when wan day there come Until Dan a
wee our man with q small little skillet
which he wanted some little 'mendment put
on. Dan msndsd IL for the poor man. but
wouldn't hear tell OF chargin' him, bekase the
man looked poor.
That's very k ind entirely OF ye,' says the
little man. but as | couldn't think OF takin'
your work for nothln. I'll grant ye.' says he.
- TAT tr ,aln
SO Dan at wanst seen that the little man
belonged to the Good People. and he made his
requests as he was desired
There's budget says Dan. says he. and
I'm always losin' things out OF 1t. make re-
auist that anything that goes into IL cannot
come without me taEin'i 1t out
That requests granted says the little
man. ak another
We'll. says Dan. have wan little apple
tree out in my garden. an get no good Of 1t
ever, bekase there's set OF scamps about
donegal and they rob that tree every year.
afors tho apples have got laive to ripsn.
would mako requist that any wan lays q hand
on an apple on that tree will be held there TIL l
give him leave to GO
That reQuist 10 granted. likewise says tho
little man. And then he took his skillet with
him and disappeared.
After that Dan had a less troubleder mind
than what he used to have-bekAso there was
never day passed afore that that he wasn't
frettln and fumn'. either about the loss OF some
article out OF his budget, or else about the
robin OF his apple tree by the Donegal
scamps But now. after half dozen OF those
Vagabones had come 30 Dams little garden,
morodin. and got stuck to the apple tree and
held there till Dan came out and malayoRued
them. afore relsnsin them. they soon l'arnt to
let his apple tree and little garden alone and
no never lost anything more out OF his budget.
moreover. 80 me brave Dan wrought hard.
and was happy
But wan night whom Dan was as usual sit
tin on his own floor hottomin' a tin can. or
some Job or another such. he suddintly looked
up from his work. and he sees an awful look in
skelstou bein' standin' over him.
'Hillon" says Dan. says he. who are YOU
good man? or what are ye? or whats yer arrapd
with msf
I'm Death. says tho skeleton. balm. and
my arrand with you 10 to toll 70 that yer time
has come to 60 with me-
"'Phew" says Dan. says he. with BIT OF a