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

III.
When Mr.. Mcguire informed Mr..
O'Rourke that, on second considera-
tions, he . decided that the men on
the Victor building should have half
holiday, Mr.. O'Rourke was only slightly
surprised. But when he got down 10
| 271 Broa dWay, and there notified the
patient and faithful Johnnie Gavigan
that he should have half holiday,
Johnnie was startled
"Gavigan, what time does that parade
start, and where fr0rn?"
TT starts" said the bewildered, elat-
ed Johnnie, -at 2:S0 from Madison
Square
Hunt Well, good mornin' Gavigan.
an pleasant day to ye."
Johnnie went off in half-dazed way.
There's something either wrong with
me or with Misther Mcguire" Johnnie
said to himself-"a I'm half Altered
it's with Misther Mcguire
And when, three hours after, Johnnie,
in one of the few lucid intervals he had
on horseback (for the honor of riding
a horse once a year far exceeded the
pleasure in poor Johnnie's case) noticed
on the fringe of the procession Myles
Mcguire decorated with great green
SASH Johnnie only just escaped losing
altogether his normally elusive seat
Yes, Myles Mcguire, contractor and
builder, for the first time in his thirty
seven years sojourn in America. had
come to join in this procession of out
of-works. lazy divils and tom-fools. "
He had tried TO drop casually into the
ranks at the first convenient oppor
tunfty. but a mounted marshal ordered
him back to the diVil out iv that, an
! toin yer own section" When Myles
Mcguire looked at the marshal he dis
covered in him the hunched back old
fellow, his own workman, who had that
morning generously forgiven him for
| mean trick of which he had not been
| guilty.
Myles melted away backward. He
tried to impose himself upon several
succeeding sections, but with equal i'll
luck each time. At the tail OF the pa
rade, only, he found WelcOme-among a
| band OF irregulaTs-
The welcoming shouts and cheers
| that greeted them along the route, the
| handkerchiefs and the flags waved 10
them from window and hOusetop, every
man in the long procession took per-
sonally to himself, and waXed proud
| over and strutted. Before he had COW
! cred a score of blocks Myles Mcguire
! was the vainest man and had the most
! imposing strut of all that vast process
sion. and to the awkward limbed,
! lengthy fellow who prOceshed on his
| left he proudly impaired the intelli-
gence that this was "a big day for ouP
Irelan'." The big fellows reply-rather
! a remark to himself-"I wish to the
Lord they could see US in Meenticor,
discovered to MyIes that he walked
with one from his own parish Both,
/ to their delight, soon found that they
I - @..1 f1IT-
| ''Myles Mcguire, said Long Jamie
/ Harashey, i've got in me pocket here
pint of poteen that was brewed on
/ the back side of Knockangher. When
we get TO the picnic grounds We'll have
a jolly good slug for ouP times sake. .
| And'in Morningside park, where they
! picnicked, Myles and Long Jamie tast-
! ed the poteen and transported them
selves again to Tyrone. For more than
thirty years Myles had wasted very lit
| tie thought. and certainly less speech,
upon Tyrone, yet it was surprising how
/ freshly and vividly old times, old
! friends. old scenes crowded his men,
4 DRY and made his tongue glib.
/ AN the Masther, too" said Long
Jamie. "ye mind the times we had with
Nasther Muldoon OF Pulvainey-eh,
! Myies?"
Faith, an 1 do, said Myles. smiling
a reflective smile; do We mind the day
Micky Meehan made him sit down on
his casthor?"
''Ha! hai / dol do That was a hard
| day. An do you mind the day We tied
| him TO the stanchion in the school
| gavel2 Another wild day"
Il mind that An I mind the day he
made You mount me on your back till
/ he'd fog me for bT'akin' in Donal
| O'Donneirs doore"
7 mind that. AIyles. as if it was yes
! terday. Bekase I was so long he
thought he'd make me useful in some
way. He called me his assistant
taicher. -bekase on my back he logged
larnin and manners inter me. An do
you mind, Myles, the day you an me
fought an malavoglIed each other at
the Lazy Bush bekase sayed your
] mother counted the praties when she
! was putin them IN the pot2''
.'Ha, Ia. hai Upon my soul, do hat.
Jamie. What a thrOuncin' match it
was. always thought meself a purity
boxer. but that day. Jamie, you went