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

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poor as God made them, an the wurrr
against them, and they-they-Oh. d-n
it ALL" Flung out from windows were
green flags. to which the burly drivers
of two wagons raised their hats as
they passed, their eyes dancing with
some gleeful remembrance Most of the
wagoners had stuck upon their horses
harness little green flags. each of which
represented two schOOners of lager beer
foregOne- Hotel walters. motormen,
hundreds of hurrying foot passengers,
spOrted some piece of green-a very
few, with pardona5le pride, displayed
the shamI Ock. The brightness of the
morning seemed, in the eyes of all these,
10 blend with the brightness of heart
that shone out. And, strangely, the
very poorest seemed to sport as bright
a face as the most well-to-do.
Mr.. Myles Mcguire, contractor and
builder. and rich man. could not help
seeing this. though he would like to
have shut both his eyes and his heart
to it all Myles remembered how a
poor devil with whom he worked ages
ago used 20 excite his sarcastic laugh
ter by declaring that half an ounce of
happiness was worth a wagon lpSd of
gold. And now here were many poor
devils with naught but their bare
hands betw zen them and starvation,
and the sun was on their faces and in
their hearts; yet here was he with his
money bags, and for twenty-five years
he had not know how to smile. Evil
IDENTIFY these people were laboring under
the delusion that money did not mean
everything, and was not the aim and
end Of existence. Somewhere there was
something radically wrong. Myles Ma
gUire confessed to himself.
At the Victor building on Twenty
third street and Fourth avenue, which
sported the sign 'Myles Mcguire, Con-
tractor and Builder" the men had mo-
mentarily stopped work to shy cents
and nickels and a couple of dimes at a
I dirty Italian who had been grinding 4
| travesty on "Patrick's Day out Of
! his hand organ, and who then, by way
of thanks gave them a representation
of a wretch dying by slow torture. from
which, by a desperate stretch of mag
! ination, they were supposed to fancy
/ The Wearin' of the Greenland went
on. Myles had remained halH a block
away till the agony was ended. and
when he came up he found that a
/ hunch-backed old fellow who was at
work by the side path had stuck up a
1 little 10-cent Irish flag on a barrel by
/ his side. Myles stood looking from the
man to the flag. and from the flag back
/ TO the man.
That's a gay mOrnin', Misther," the
| old fellow said, going on with his work
After a little Nyles Mcguire asked.
How long are you from Irelan', fren'?''
''Ah. trOth, too long. Nineteen years,
come May
An, till me, do ye liver think of
Irelan' now?''
Al foT1, L
ways for a moment. Isn't it early in
1 the mornin' ye're beginnin' yer lark
/ in % he said then.
DO ye ever expect to go back to
Irelan' ?''
with Gods help. With Gods help,
/ The old fellow sighed as he said it. II
name to die in Irelan'. was back there
seven years ago this summer If money
| was plentier it's few summers would
miss me that 1 wouldn't be back 1 have
me wife an children there, thaG I've
/ got TO save for
Il suppose We send them money every
vear2"
Every yearl I struggle to SEN
| them, with Cod help. a trifle of money
/ every month. When I'm in constant
( work I can well afford it. I earn bic
/ pay. $40 a week. We have two brave
/ sons as ever God bIese'd a father an
/
! good schOOlin' and sthrivin' 10 make
! somethin' respectable out iv them;
we're putin wan iv them on for the
clargy. an the others goin' TO be a
/ schoolmasther. An when l help TO pay
/ for the Twin and edication of them
| bOth-for the little patch of Ian
/ wouldn't go far to keep them. let alone
edicate them-I can't afford to go back
/ TO our Irelan' often. Another few years
hard work an me cons i'll take me
over. an meself an the ouT woman
! II never know want or woe afther"
/ Myles Mcguire was reflective for
/ some time.
Are We goin' to the parade today?"
he said.
och. sweet good luck to the con-
thractor, no. Bad wind to hint An he's
an Irishman, too, they say. His names
/ Irish enough. But the heart in hinl-if
I he's got the like at all, at all. which
II misdoubt-mut be black. Sara
saiZe him. If a tenth OF the bad pray
eTs the men has been prayin on him
these two days be heerd. / wouldn't
| like to be in his boots. A niggard he is
an he'll niver be anything else" Mr..
Mcguire was feeling slightly uncom-
/ Portable. May Saint PATRICK chalk il
( up on the cross bar iv heavens gates.
/ TO stare the villain in the face an
! turn him away if ne has the impotence
( to thravel tor'st there afther he gives
that's the second time. only, that I'VE
missed the parade in the nineteen
} years Pm in Ameriky.
A mischieYOus American scamp
snatched with him the little flag and