The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-03-11

went hastily on his way down Fourth
avenue The old fellow was stopped and
| naa ms back turned. Myles Mcguire,
observing the thing was swaying be
tween two impUlseS-but the hunched
back. the gray hair. the patient indus
Try OF the poor old soul, and some
tnlng else which he did not recognize,
cuziousiy appealed to him who for sew
en- and thirty years had kept his neart
Tree from all such weaknesses he
started at a run after the mlscreahl
The latter, doubled around into TWeh-
ty-seeond street. But Mylee Mcguire
/ was so close upon him. that he was m
duced to drop the little fog on the pain
Myles followed a bit further, Tor a nov
Ell feeling OF righteous indignation was
upon him, and he now felt even more
eagerly DESTROYS of kicking this tel
low than the be-Shamrocked cohuuC-
| tor. But the fellow was TOO Iast IoI
/ him, and laughed back over his s2oui-
der at Ny lSs who then turned ana p GAeo
up the flag. he was holding IL IN ms
| hand and gazing at it in an apstractea
fashion when an astounding ana TeIy
Iorceful box on the ear niaAlng n-.ii
1 drop the little flag from his grasp
drove him dazed and staggering onto
the street, where he just escaped De
ing run down by a cab, but dld not
escape a cabby's lavish and Whoie-
hearted abuse
'Ho-o-o. We ecoundhrel We! fe
| thought yerself purity smart, oluh |
ye?" his old hunched-back friend was
shouting hack at him, shaking MS Isl
| in which he bore aft again the nag
! Ho-o-o. ye o1i vagabonei who nave
thought We had SO much scoundhrel-
| ism in We? Ho-o-oi but I'd ike 10
| bleach We if 1 had the time, ana WASH
| 10th to dirty me hands on We! Ho-o-o!
and he disappeared into Fourth avenue
| leaving Myles Mcguire sui stanuins
on the street, rubbing the side OF me-
| head and trying to arrange MS odzeu
wits.
When he got them fairly arranged
he strobe back to the Victor oullolhs'
boiling with wrath.
| The old man had planted his little
| flag again and was proceeding with ms
work, but he saw Myles Mcguire COM
ing He Strengthened himself up, IN
stantly, rolled back his sleeves. zen
into fighting posture, and dehanuy
yelled. Come on, oul' BeizybHbb!"
Sir" shouted Patrick Aloysius
| O'Rourke. who. by good luck, was now
on the ground. what do you mean /,
L name to whang seven devils out OF
| that oul' curmeu6geon, who's attner
|
me flag intil the bargain. Only caught
the waf iv his tails disappearln' roun
! the corner he was gone with it.
"HiSh, that's NT. Mcguire, the con-
| thractor for the Victor.
I don't care a brass fardin If he was
SAINT Pether himself, an eonthractin'
! for PurgatOry. l wouldn't stand the
same thraitmert at his hands, and he
/ looked the contractor def1antly IN the
eye as he proclaimed this.
| Myles Maguire's wrath evaporated-
even to his own establishment Deter
mined to be astoundingly generous ne
| deigned even 10 explain. He told how
| the thing really did happen:
LUX here. now" said the old fellow,
when he had heard him out. I'VE don
mend mathers at all at all, be lynn
over it. 1 circumvanted We, an we are
as we stood at the beginnin'. forgive
We, but niver thry the same thrick
again on me Good mOrnin' an good
luck TO We, now. Since We won't help me
with me work don't hinder me.
As Myles Mcguire sneaked into the
building with Patrick Aloysius
O'Rourke he felt that abject smaEness
which falls upon a man who has been
discovered in a very mean act.