Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-03-10

Mr. Mcguire was feeling slightly uncom-
Portable. May Saint Patrick chalk 1t up
on the cross-bar iv heavens gates, to stare
the villain In the face, an turn him away
II he has the impotence to thravel tor st
there afther he gives his last gasp. No,
m not going. an that's the second time
only that I've missed the parade in the
nineteen years I'm in Ameriky"
A mischievous American scamp matched
with him the little flag and went hastily
on his way down 4th avenue The old fell
low was stopped and had his back turned
Myles Mcguire, observing the thing, was
sway1ng between two impulses-but the
hunched back. the gray hair, the patient
industry OF the poor old soul, and a some
rtously appealed to him who for seven
and thirty years had kept his heart free
from all such weaknesses. He started at a
run after the mfscreant. The latter doubled
was so close upon him that he was induced
to drop the little flag on the path Myles
followed bit further. for a novel feeling
OF righteous Indignation was upon him. and
ne now felt even more eagerly DESTROYS of
kicking this fellow than the be-shamrocked
conductor. But the fellow was too fast for
him, and laughed back over his shoulder
at My1es. who then turned and picked up
the flag. He was holding 1t in his hand
and gazing at 1T in an distracted fashion
when an astounding and very forceful box
on the ear. making him drop the little flag
from his grasp. drove him dazed and stag
gering on to the street, where he Just es-
capped being run down by a cab, but did
not escape cabby's lavish and whole
hearted abuse.
'Ho-o-oi We scoundhrell vel Ye thought
yerself purity smart, didn't ye?" his old
hunched-back friend was shouting back at
him. shaking his fist in which he bore Off
who'd have thought We had so much scoun-
dhrelism in yer Ho-o-oi but I'd like to
bleach We II I had the time and wasn't
10th to dirty me hands on ye! Ho-o-ol"
cd Inf
Myles Mcguire still standing on the street,
rubbing the side Of his head and trying to
arrange his dazed wits.
When he got them fairly arranged he
STROBE back to the Victor building, boiling
with wrath.
The old man had planted his little flag
again and was proceeding with his work,
but he saw Myles Mcguire coming. He
Strengthened himself up, instantly, rolled
back his sleeves, fell into fighting posture
and defantly yelled. Come on. oul Belly
"Sir!" shouted Patrick Aioysius O'Rourke,
who, by good luck, was now on the ground,
what do you mean?
II name to whang seven devils out Of
that our curmeudgeon, who's afther thryin'
TO make hare Nv me an stale me flag Until
the bargain. Only caught the war Nv his
gone with It." ~ o.
"aish. that's Mr.: Mcguire. the con-
II don't care a brass fardin If he was
Saint Pether himself. an oonthractn' for
purgatory. I wouldn't stand the same
thraitment at his hands," and he looked
| the contractor defantiy in the eye as he
proclaimed this
Myles Magure's wrath evaporated-even
to his own establishment Determined to
be astodndingly generous he deigned even
to explain. He told how the thing really
| did happen.
LUX here. now" said the old fellow,
| when he had heard him out. Eye don't
| mend mathers at all, at all. be lynn over
1t. I 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
| hindher me-"
| As Myles Mcguire sneaked into the build
ing with Patrick Aloysius O'Rourke he
| felt that AFFECT smallness which falls upon
a man who has been discovered In a very
| mean act.
| When Mr.. Mcguire informed Mr.,
| ORourke that. on second considerations, he
| had decided that the men on the Victor
building should have a half holiday. Mr.
O'Rourke was only slightly surprised. But
| when he got down to 271 Broadway. AND
| there notified the patient and faithful John.
| ny Gavigan that he should have a nal,
holiday. Johnny was startled.
"Gavigan. what time does that parade
| start, and where from7"
TT starts" said the bewtIdered. elatec
Johnny. at 2:30. from Madison square,"
"Huml Well, good mornin', Gavigan
and a pleasant day to ya'
Jobnnia went of IN a hak.dazAA NAE