Omaha daily bee., 1899-08-06

Copyright, 1899. bg the S. S. Mcclure Coz
It Is much to b. regretted that the Bum
nader was not A millionaire, for in that
case at the BocAt money would run like
the rain at Lam1nas. or course, with a
steady and assured income OF two pounds
five shillings and ~sixpence per quarter, he
was rich enough to be generous-but, alas,
not rich enough to be lavish.
There was no other employer OF labor at
the Bocht to whom the youngsters would
give their services with the alacrity they
ever showed when the Bummadier had a
cart OF fir to take in or rushes to bear home
from the bottoms to thatch his cabin. And,
awaiting their promised pennies, they, in
course OF time. got to know pay day and TO
long for 1t with all the greedy eagerness
OF the thirstiest old pensioner in the land.
But, in consideration OF pay day being still
far in the future, Corney was frequently
importuned by his mercenaries to ac-
knowledge their drafts and pay interest
thereon in the shape OF a good exciting
story OF the king's-and-queen's age. Which
demands that he might stave off a run on
the bank the was fain to con-
cede. For the widow's Pat these tales had
a thrilling interest and on the occasion OF
one, seated in his usual siostog in the cor
ner, he followed with such a breathless ex-
element as held not even the youngsters
themselves.
Well, children, wanst upon a time when
pigs was swine there was a poor wildly
woman lived all alone with her wan son
Jack in a wee hut of a house that on a
dark night we might aisily walk over 1t by
mistake, not KNOWN at all, at all 1t was
there, barrin' ye'd happen to strike yer toe
agin It. An Jack an his mother lived for
lee an long, as happy as hard times would
~ H. All. .--z l,t ~ - l-n-- Ianlr
strivin' to arm a little support for them
both by workin' out, an dom wee turns
back an forrid to the neighbors. But there
was one winter an times come to look
black enough for them-nothin' to do, an
less to ate, ar clothe themselves as best
they might; an the winther wore on, gettin'
harder an harder, till at length when Jack
got out OF his bed on a mornin' an axed
his mother to make ready the drop OF STIR
about for their little fbrakwus as usual
'Musha, Jack, amhic," Gays his mother, says
she, "the ail-chist-thanks be to the Lord
is empty as Paddy Ruadh's donkey that
used to ate his brakwus at supper time. 1t
stod out long an we'll, but It's empty at
last, Jack, an no sign OF how we're goln'
to get 1t filed again-only we trust in the
good Lord that niver yet disarted the
widow an the ~orphan-hell not see us
wantin', Jack"
THE Lord helps them that help them
selves, mother" says Jack back again to
her.
"Thrue for We, Jack" says she, "but l
don't see how we're goin' to help ourselves"
Hes a mortal dead mule out an out
that hasn't a kick in him." says Jack. AN,
mother, with the help OF Providence-not
comparin' the Christian to the brute baste-
] have a kick In me yet, IL you thought we
could only manage to sthrive along the best
way You could for a week, or maybe two
weeks. till l get back again off a little
journey I'd like to undertake.
AN may / make bold to axe, Jack" says
his mother to him, where would We be
afther maxim the little journey to-"
you may that, then, mother" says Jack.
ITS this: You know the king Of Munsther
is a great jintleman entirely. It's put on
him, he's so j~intlemanly, that he was niver
yet known to make use Of a wrong or a
disrespectable word. An he prides himself
on it so much that he has sent word over
all the known airth that he'll give his
beautiful daughter-the loveliest picture in
all Munsther, an maybe in all Ireland, il
we'd say tan her weight in goold to any
man that in three trials will make him
tthe king) use the unrespectful word, an
say 'Ye're a liar!' But every man that
tries him, an fills. loses his head. All sorts
an descriptions of people, from prences an
peers down to bagmen an beggars, have
com from all parts Of the known world