El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-02-24

Sure, 1t 3 sorry L am Tor the creach-
are" said Mrs. Patrick Fitzmaurice to
her only son, Tommy. This was in the
year when Tommy was in training as a
candidate for mayor-indeed the pri-
maries were to be held that week As the
little Irish woman spoke she glanced up
wistfully at Tommy's handsome face
and brushed an imperceptible trace of
dust from his coat sleeve. Tommy be-
gan to guess what was coming.
'@And what does he want you to do.
P" said he, slipping his arm about
her waist and looking fondly down at
the face that was pretty to him still,
though to some people it was but a
wrinkled little Irish face with violet
eyes and long upper lip. ''She's after
you for something; that know
EWhy, she has no since at all, Tom
my, and she puts me out of my temper
with the way she goes on till I clean
forget she is me third cousin on me step
mothers side, and 1 want to tell her to
be quiet, but then I think of how old
she is and with no children. Never
chick nor a child did Tim and she have
to bless them, Tommy, and many's
the time she looks at you, and I can see
the sigh in her eyes that she's too
proud to let drop from her lips, and
then / think: We'll, if she does make
q time over an ould box, it's hers, and
maybe the forlorn creachure vallys it
Maybe, not having any humans to love,
she has to take it ont on her things. "
t'That boy she lost in the custom
house in Chicago, 1 suppose, says
Tommy patiently. |'She isn't nagging
you to have me go to Chicago. is she?"
"Well, that very same she is. Tom
my. And I tould her, says 1, he's busy
wild important business of the election,
says 1, and he hain't got the time. But
the creachure don't seem TO have good
since, for all she says is, 1T was owing
to him took it to Chicago instid of to
New York to the customs there, and
now it's Iostr Meself, 1 wonder she
didn't lose livery box she had, coming
wake before she was Expected and we
not meeting her, for she can't as much
as go down town alone"
Tommy was swallowing his annoy
ance. He loved his mother, whatever he
might think of her stepmother's third
cousin, and he knew how his mother
must have been harried to bring her to
the point of asking a journey of him
this particular week. 1t was nuisance,
and it might well be risk to leave just
now. but he would chance it, and, hav-
ing resolved to chance it. he would not
spoil kind act by an i'll grace in the
doing. Therefore he laughed as be
smoothed his mothers thin but still
silky hair and told her that he could
manage to get off to Chicago and that
she might assure Mrs. Sullivan that he
would lock UP every unclaimed article
of luggage in the Chicago customs.
He might have felt repaid had he
seen his mother that evening wiping
her eyes while she repeated the scene to
his father, who pulled hard on his pipe.
"And you won't deny, Pat, he is the
Dist son in the countryl"
81 amt thinking of sons," said the
ex-saloon keeper. ''I'm thinking of
mothers that lets their SONS throw away
their chances to crafty the fool whims
of a doddering Guild woman. Tom is no |
business to be out of town this wake. |
and well he knows it..
''And for why not, Pat?'
''For why? Because he has to go to- !
morrow, no later, to the meeting, and |
Paulsen will be at the meeting, and the !
other men, and specially for Paulsen they |