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

look moighty scharp after the contracts.
and there won't be no boodling games
countenanced noways OF coorse Tom
my can't be telling what a foine mayor
he'll make for himself. But Harry will
say it. and more. And then at the meet
ing he'll ask Tommy any QUESTIONS that
Paulsen will want answered or that he
hears Paulsen will want. And Tommy
will have his innings thin. Do you see
But now wild your blethering Guild
cousin and her box you'll git him off,
and maybe he'll not be back There
was a washout only Yesterday on the
road, and, loike enough, there'll be an
other. and Tommy'n be losing the
mayors office to GIT
''Oh, Pat, is it that bad ?'' cried the
mother, clasping her hands. ''Sure I'll
drive to the depot and beg him to
stayl''
She meant her words, and her hand
was on the doorknob, but her husband
stopped her. 'EYou will not, Ellen, "
said he, with an ironic chuckle, "fOr
It's off already, he is You will set down
and hope you amt done much harm
sinding him Off
"And who would harm him, sure?"
+'Well there is Alderman Wade, who
is after Paulsen from morning till
night pecking at him with Tommy is
an Irishman, Tommy is SHY, Tommy
hates the Dutchl' You'll see, that's the
way he gets at him, making him think
Tommy wou1dn't cross the street to save
a tremendis lot of pull wild the Dutch,
nd hof - he 10 i,,'f >,
kin find out, he amt opened the mouth
of him yit whether it's for or whether
it's gin Tommy. But Tommy best be
round when he does, that's all. -
''But why would Alderman Wade be
wanting to hurt Tommy? L mind well.
whin you had the place down town.
how he always had his drinks free, and
he was always asking afther your foine
young son at the university
Old Patrick bumped his shoulders
thin. I'm thinking meself that he
wants to be creased, and Tommy won
grease him!'
Mrs. Fitzmaurice, as innocent soul
as ever was sent into a wicked world,
had lived too long with Patrick not to
understand. She sighed. SIS he loike
that, thin2 1 didn't think it. And is
Mr.. Paulsen the same2''
81 guess not'-with a short laugh
"you couldn't buy Paulsen any more
than you could coax mule with a
greenback. Oh, he's honest, but he's
obstinate, and it's loike a mule that
way too. You niver know which end of
him is going to kickl Harry Losing
was tilling me he mistrusted he'd he
fighting u.s."
"Well. you'll find Tommy'n match
him, said the mother confidently, to
which the father only grunted, being,
however, like many husbands, secretly
cheered by his wife's unreasoning hope
But she, poor woman, staid awake
all night wondering whether indeed she
had Jeoparded her sons prospects by
sending him away and struggling dark
ly in her mind after some way to reach
the incompatible and obstinate Paulsen.
Tommy, meanwhile, had gone easily to
and the next morning. having
found the box, was lettering with a
conscience at rest among hundred odd
people who We're at the sale of Gun
claimed and seized merchandise" in the
government warehouse. Next to Tom
my stood a yellow haired young man
with his hat on the back of his head
and a pad bullying his breast pocket |
Tommy and he were the only persons |
present not bidding.
''Live in Chicago?'' said the young |
man.
Tommy, fattered by the inference. |
nook his head and named his town.
Pretty town." said the young man.
Il used to live there | used to be on |!
The Evening Scimitar. Now"-he |
lung his coat open, disclosing his re-
'orter's badge. Tommy read the name
II the great city paper with tinge of !,
aspect The reporter asked questions
bout familiar names, ending with
rommy's own personality. ''Fitzmau-
ice? Fitzmaurice? You AREN'T
I'm Patrick Fitzmaurice's son."
aid Tommy composedlv. His place
vas down on Third street"
The reporter eyed Tommy askance.
lie could not place this well dressed, well
hammered young man, with his hand
ONE Irish Norman face (that clean
ut, delicate face, which is no more like
be caricatures of the Irish Celtic face
newspaper Celt is like the
ian himself); he knew Pat Fitz-
place, but here was a flower
'om saloon window; he did not quite
now how to take Tommy's calmness.
Il must have been out at the uni
ersity when you were there" said
ommy, still unconscious, ''for don't
you"
''They had a son at school. Mrs. Fitz-
laurice used to tell me about him.
laurice, she was an angel of mercv to