Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1900-04-04

"Oi WILL" said Mr.. O'Hara. "who is
the mon wild the spade?'
avid the phwat7n asked Mr.. Cassidy.
"Wid the spade" repeated Mr.. o'Hara.
"Lishtcn to it," said MIR. Cassidy. "The
mon wild the spade, be hsvvins. Talk
sinse. It's The Mon Wild the Hoe yez
mane.'
ats one an the same thing" said Mr..
O'Hara. "Phwat good is hoe any
how, without a spade? Ask a farmer.
Shure, Oh gave yez credit fer more sinse."
"it's very koind OF yez," commented
Mr.. Cassidy; "very koind. Sorry OF can't
return the fiatterin' sentymint. Now, II
yer prepared for a shock. stand by to hear
that THE Man Wild the Hoe'-not the rake,
or the pillow, or the whalebsr rer-is
pome an he niver had a spade"
"a pome9n said MIR Hara. IAN d. yez
name e tel, me that he niver llved?"
"Did who niver live?r
1.-THE mon"
THE mon," explained Mr., Cassidy. sis a
faygure OF spache. He is wan OF miny."
"How miny hoes are there?" asked Mr..
O'Hara. "Oi don't understand yez."
"Oi've noticed it," said MIR. Cassidy,
'your mintal kopgee sames t. be forty
fold aginst the invasion Of thought In
ginerai Now, listhen T. phwat Oi'm tell
in yez AS Oh said, THE Mon Wild the
Hoe is a pomc. 1t was writ by a mon who
whit IN trance at the end of each verse
an drained out the MKT
''Oi see."
.ll's boonch OF unanswered QUESTIONS"
sam Mr.. Cassidy.
.oi foiler yea said Mr.. O'Hara, "but
II yez don't moind, will ycz place = tell
me how mon In trance could handle
hoof OF how yez there, bcdad."
Fur the love OF hivvin," said Mr.. Cas-
sidy, "must oi tell yer all over again7 1t
wasn't the mon that writ The Mon Wild
the Hoe that had the hoe, don't yez see?"
How clear U.s." said Mr.. O'Hara, 1.-THE
clouds are gatherin'."
"Yis," said Mr.. Cassidy; "an' there'll be
thropical typhoon around here in jist
about tin seconds IL yez doa't dispel them.
Oh suppose there's no use OF me askin
phwat is It yez don't underestimate"
"An' pwhy notg" said MIR. O'Hara;
"shure there's"
"Because." said Mr.. Cassidy, lord hit
on somethin' of tn kind, no matter
phwat Oh talked about. There, now. The
Mon Wild the Hoe, as Owe tired av tellin'
yez, is a pome. 1t tells about a mon
bowed by TIL weight OF clnturies"
allow much does a cintury weigh"
asked Mr.. O'IIara. "Phwat jackass
pome.n
Ignorance, thy name is oHars,a de-
clared Mr.. Cassidy. "Yez, haythen, that's
another faygure OF spaehe. 1t names he
had noihin' but trou Die AT his loiie.'
"Oi should think so, De hivvin," said
Mr.. O'iara. Go wan, Oh loike I hear
yez talk"
BE chance" said Mr.. Cassidy, "Oi how
the pome here on III table IN book.
Oi'il haul Ii down Z arth, so yez can grasp
1t. Now thin, Bowed by tn weight OF
cintures, he lanes upon his hoe an gazes
on TIL ground. Tn imptlniss OF ages in
his face
'Stop minnit," said Mr.. O'Hara; IAN
phwat is the 'imptinis, OF uges'f'
"Heridytary hsrro luck said Mr.. Cas-
sidy. An on ms back, III burden OF
the wurruld'--"
"Ah, yis," interrupted Mr.. O'iiars.
"Loike SANITY Claus"
"Loike Sanity Claus, is it?" said Mr.. Cas-
sidy. "Yis, yis. Oh, higvlns, shure, it's
loike feedin' purruls to pigs. What made
him lead TO rapture an despair? a thing
that grleyes not an that niyyer hopes;
stolid stunned, a brother to the ox?' "
"Not me-" cried Mr.. O1iara. "An'
Oi'm no COW. ayther. No man shall say
thin things L me. Shu-e, o III not stand
fur it,
"'W no loosened an let down that brootal
jaw?'" continued Mr. Cassidy, without
pausing.
"O'n show yezr yelled Mr.. O'Hara
Brutal jaw, is it? In wan more min
nit
Whose wuz the hand that slanted
back this urow? " read ON Mr.. Cassidy !;
"'whose breath blew out the loight widin
this brain?'"
"Oi'll slant back yez whole face fur
yez," shouted Mr.. O'Hara, "an' blow out
more than loight frum the brain yez hav'."
Are yez talkln' I me?" inquired Mr..
Cassidy. How'd yez loike the pome?"
1.-The pome?" repeated Mr.. O'Hara.
That's phwat Oh said, replied Mr.. Cas-
sidy; "phwat d'yez think Orve been radin
10 yez-fur aid fur busted heads or
STOMP spaches"
"An' wuz that pome?" inquired Mr..
O'Hara. "Well, ORD niyer behave it in the
wurruld. Shure, oi thought all thin in
sultin' things was mint FIR me. Phwat
was 1t yez wor radin' Cassidy, anyhow"
"Phwat!" said Mir. Cassidy, "say that
again"
''Phwat wuz yer radin' SO foine loike
jist now?'
"Oi lose" said MIR. Cassidy, closing the
book. Hands up; OF lose. An atther
all that radin' too. O'Hara, you yourself
are wan OF the foinest min wild the hoe