The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1900-02-27

=, carry her toward CarIlore as rapidly
49, rhe occasion demanded. She made
herself as small as possible, held the
shawl which covered her head close ul-
dr. her throat and i'll the lulls OF the
wind increased her pace to a run There
was really no particular hurry, bur the
1nusualneSs of her crrand seemed 10
the girl 70 give no loophole for delay.
CrrI1ntled up III her left hand was a SLIP
If paper on which Tes scraWlcd q list OF
rhe articles she was TO buy and carry
back TO B~allyclogher.
The luxuries enumerated on the slip
Of paper were for the entertainments OF
enc -aest. Maggie's uncle, her mothers
brother, whom she had never seen. Sha
understood him TO be rich; indeed, he
was always held UP by YRS. Coyle as 4
model for her husbands imitation lies
worth hundreds she used to say, hun
dr4ds, and It's my belief they're all III
gowld: ye can see none in Is face. Its
YOU might be as warm, Ccnn, II yed
mink ~ the poor childer.'
~ the girl struggled on against tke
viEd her head was busy with thoughts
Of the uncle who was rich. The word
coming close home. as IL were, Set her
imagination dancing, for rich men did
not often ON near RaIyclogleT, and
when they did certainly not as guests
Of Conn Ccvle. She knew poverty
vas, though that not OF the acu1e~t-she
generally had enough TO eat. but the idea
Of riches swept her up into I new world.
She made her purchases all at one
shop, and then found, as was inevitable,
that Mrs. Cuyle had miscalculated ths
prices, and she was two shillings short.
Mrs. MacDonaugh, who kept the store
was quite willing TO give credit for the
balance, but il seemed to Maggie that
mis- course. would be i kim of reflection
N her uncle. While She CROPPED hope
leSsly in her pocket for money which she
knew was not there, she saw James
PheIan pass the door. An inspiration
shot her TO his side.
jim she cried, "lind me two shll-
i'm; I'm that short. You'll havc It back
tomorrer."
Faith, is it YOU? Well. well! Two
shillin' IS it? How do ye think I'd have
I'll that about me-"
No iokin'. It's q blessin' I saw sc,
sure
That's true" said Jim; "the polls
might have had ye else. Maggie" He
produced the money she settled the ac-
count and took a receipt with an air of
grave. dignity. When she came out OF
the shop Jim was waiting.
is il you stinI' asked Maggie.
An why not? I'm goin' your way,
sure, and We might as we'll walk IL
shtap."
I'm in Il mad hurry. Jim"
did l ask We 10 go slow for me-"
"Ye did mot said Maggie, candidlv.
That's. q great ugly parcel said Jim;
an TOO heavy for the likes av VOC.
Just hard it here Maggie"
Yen not dhrop it? There's thing
therc'd break if We did"
III how'd an TO it right enough.
What's inside at ali: It's morshrl
heavy
AN sorts. We've a visitor coniu' to-
~niCht-Cnclc Frank Power
An who's he"
Sure yer. heard tell av him times al
times. He's mothers brother"
I'd forgot, Maggie
I've never set eyes on nm y.t-bus
he's q grand rich mar I'm toWfd.
lis he that: Thin 'wbat'u he want II
Ballyclogher:'
To see his own people, sure"
That's kind av i'm said Jim.
We'll, anyway he's comm. kind o.
not. Don't ketch til. parcel by th'
shtrinc.'
"Aisy, Maggie, ! was only ehansis+
arms"
VIII take a turn at it,
Lave it be. child
The wind had dropped somewhat, an
a smart shower OF rain came on. Ate
II time Jim said
Wed best shelter 4 bit
Maggie htsitated' l could wrap u
parcel up IN NE shawl she salo.
An ketch Yer death! mats hhe1s
There's no hurry, sure, II he ; no
fpniin nj! night -.
lie found a dry spot under 4 "lSslH
eim. Mage TOOK the parc'i from 'li
ard carefully placed il close TO the trunR
Icy ~ l'n ,'oo" . 80 80;
- tAi il>lo"tu ~ ~ n,so - !.
III .At ieaN'' ana Na'tAeo liz
NV io'"' .
IN hauF n''I> IA ~ ~.
'-+ JIM 7""'i" 7 ~
"N1t n all. What mischief q i llttI
Vet do:' She pressed her toes into III