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

went down to the room and cried a long
time with the dore shut. 1 will be 10
yeers next bonfire night, and 1 am a
able big fellow and able to work hard
in America. I send you all our loves
and my mothers love, for I kno she
would send it for she always gives out
prair for you every knight when we
are at the Rosary, for God to guard,
guide and prosper Unckle Myles, and
keep his heart right. Write sOOne. and
l lay down my pen and ink and remain,
Your affectionit nefew,
"DONOCH McATEER.
p S.-Please write soon.
When Johnnie Gavigan laid down the
letter ne inserted a knuckle under each
glass of his spectacles. and forced
something out of his blinking eyes,
him.
Sir" said he, with bold courage
that astounded Myles Mcguire, what
answer will I give? Or 1 suppose you
prefer to answer that yourself? Can
get you a draft?"
"Gaviganr' and all of poor JOhnnie's
lmpromptu courage was instantly
started out of hiH-''you are an ASST
ST silence gives consent, Johnnie. in
his still fright. might be said to have
given sacred affirmation of the state
ment.
After a little, when Myles Mcguire
saw that his clerk was properly re-
morseful, he said in calm, firm tones
There's no answer, Gavigan. to that
foolish youngsters scribble. l showed
We that letter that We might read it
IN connection with the wan from
| ORourke and see for yerself that the
/ Irish here is as great idiots as at
home, and the Irish at home as great
/ idiots as they are here. Here's these
poor fools of ORourke's that are
wrastlin' with the wurrP and strivin'
with all their might just to earn as
much as i'll keep the life in them
! there they are Wantin' to lose half-a-
day to go processhin' with a crowd of
equally damned fools. thrappin them
| selves out in green ribbons, and
! sqJandherin' a couple of days pay
for the pleasure of throttin' behind a
| web of green calico, thrOwin out their
! chests and THROWN up their chins. and
! steppin' on time to some our rantin'
air that their at-grandfathers used
| TO dance to. And then here's these
| people in Irelan'-me own sisther, me
| own sisther Ellen, no less-turnin' a
1 chlldS head with foolish notions about
| becomin' a priest or a praicher, when
! it would be filter Cloth for themselves
and him) that they were teachin him
/ which fist TO put foremost on a spade
| handle: and keepin' him at school ev-
] cry day, when its in the ditch-Sheugh
/ they should have him half the time No
wonder! No wonder, Small wonder
1 there's poverty and hardships in Ire
Ian, and plenty of want in Ameriky.
| It's seven an thirty years, Gavigan.
since l and me little bundle were
/ thrown out of the ship on American
a nf fysin ..
! greet me or as much as an acquaint-
ance to say. There We are. MyIeS Ma
/ guire, and the divil send We may pros
peri l was 10 bare years of age. I bent
my back and put my hands to. the day
| afther l landed, and for hard years
| wrought the very soul of me out
| through me fingers. 1 met no friends,
and ! made none-what's more. want
! ed none and wouldn't have them. 1
/ kept myself clear of all from home;
| they're never a help. always a hin
! dhrance. If they came to me wanst
4 they soon found their welcome wOuldn' [
| keep warm for a second visit, and so
/ they were soon shaken off. l saw that
/ in Ameriky if a man wanted to go ahead
I il took him to think Of himself only
all the time; forget Irelan', IFS Pat
| rick's days an its poverty. 1 did that
/ And so signs on il. Myles Mcguire. the
[ Door. QellGdlE Gtllu lndL lHen jumped
/ onto a quay at the foot of New York
/ with his belOngin's under his arm and
! % shillin's and sixpence ha-penny in
! his pocket, is now Mr.. Myles Mcguire.
/ contractor and builder, honOTed and
/ respected, and wan of the leadin O. ~
/ in his line in New York City. with 50
( eral hundred men in his employ and
I a bank account that III say nothin OF
/ bekase I'm not a boastin' man. Cav
{ igan. there's an example for yer fool
! ish Irish to copy afther, What do We
SEE to that. Gavigan2'
Johnnie. as he stroked MS beard did
/ not reply audibly. But he was think
I ing. I am only a poor clerk myself.
worth Just SIS week. and with a wife
and family and struggle with the
wurrT always on me hands-yet Myles
/ Mcguire. with the big bank account
1 and no wan in the wurrl' TO fret about
but yerself 1 would cry bittherly il
was compelled to swap places with
YOU. an have to take over your heart
( into the bargain"
Johnnie Gavigan was. of course, one
Of the foolish Irish.