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

please approve? We have progressed
so we'll with the building since the be-
ginning Of February that we can easily
afford it-there is now no doubt but
that we viii have it finished easily be-
fore the expiration of the contract time
Please reply at once. saying that l have
your approval. Faithfully,
PATRICK ALOYSIUS O'ROURKE.' -
''Gavigan, Patrick Aloysius O'Rourke
is too damned impudent to have the
nose on him to ask such a thing. And
he thinks, too. 1 can't see through him
He's as transparent as dry goods
winda to ne The scOundrel means
that we wants TO sthraddle to some old
crate Of a horse, the leavings Of a
livery stable, and wave a square yard
of green calico alongside that process
sion on PathriCk's day. What do you
think of such mortal impudence, Gavi-
gam
PSor johnnie curled Up within him
self. for he had been done the i'm
mortal honor OF being named a marshal
for that day; he had put past enough
money to hire a horse and he had been
trying to muster up enough courage
10 ask Mr. Mcguire for the holiday.
He shrunk in his shell, and did not re
ply.
Write O'Rourke al once these words,
and SEN them be a messenger, I'd see
you and the two-thirGS of the men who
are as big fools as yourself damned
first. 1 an going uD there myself on
Thursday TO see how many men Will
be dismissed to the devil for staying
away from their work Have you that
DOWN. If that procession of out-Of
works, lazy diYils, and tom-fools goes
along Twenty-third street, and if one
Of your men lifts the tail of their eye
to look at them I'll be there to order
you give him his dismissal Let Path
rick Aloysius O'ROurke put that in his
pipe and smoke it"
Johnnie Gavigan sighed deeply, but
softly, as he wrote:
''271 Broadway, Tuesday Morning.
Dear Mr.. O'Rourke-Much as
should wish il otherwise, 1 regret eX-
tremely that I cannot possibly afford
to let the men get a holiday on the oc-
casion of the coming festival which, as
Irishmen, we all honor. I sincerely
trust the good men and true who on
that day turn out to do hnoor to St.
Patrick and Ireland, viii be favored
with glorious weather and that the
procession viii surpass-if that be pos
sible-thOse of former years in num-
bers. responsibility, order and general
eclat. Very sincerely,
"MYLES mcguire.
Mr. Mcguire, contractor and builder,
had been knitting his brows over an
other letter, while Johnnie Gavigan
was, with a clamOrous pen, scratching
the foregoing.
"Gavigan," said he, 1.-The wurrP is
going mad"
Johnnie was not as much startled as
might have been expected by this
piece of amazing intelligence-and for
the good reason that his master had
been springing it on him every morning
for the last twenty-five years.
Just read that"
Johnnie took over the documentary
evidence, first impressions from which
only tended 10 prove thrA the world
was going inlSy and going smoky.
Where blObs Of ink did not conceal 1t,
the paper displayed that rich yellow
coating which is only to be obtained by
careful seasoning in q cabin where a
considerable quantity Of the turf smoke
instead Of going out as intended by the
chimney. crawlS and creeps and curls,
with loving fOndness around the house
hold goods. before making its exit by
the deficiency at the door head. The
Renaissance that from the document
penetrated JOhnnies uOstrils brought a
big tear into his eye; the roar Of
Broadway died suddenly, Myles Ma
CURES Office melted away. and Johnnie
q gossoOn, barefoot. ragged and happy.
was a siostog of straw by a turf fire
in a little smoky cabin on an Irish hill
side, ard a clear-sllinned brightfaced
woman in linen cap was spinning end
grooming a soft song in Gaelic. All
''Gavigan. wake up! or what the divil
are We dhreamin' about? I asked ye 20
read that letter.
Johnnie started. And he read with
some difficulty, the caligraphy was GER
tainly immature):
"COrraclamp Upper. Meenadhring Pc,
County of Tyrone.
June the 3, 1893.
Dear Unck!e -Myles-I take up my
pen TO write you these few lines. hoping
IL viii find YOU as thank God Il leevs US
at present in the best Of helth except
wee Jamsie has the hOOp-and coff.
Dear Unckle Myles go to school TO
Master Rainey every day in my life and
he says / am a nOtcrayus sCOllar and
that / was born to bs a priest, which l
want 10 be very baG. B.'t Of course my
poor father he has not the Hluney to
spare TO make a priest out of me. Nj
chael Burns Of Tullvalt that was in
America 10 yeers and five in lsSlcil-
vainys says Il is far cheeper TO be a
priest in the states So, as every one
comes home tells how rich Unckle
Miles is, thought 1 would ask you to
pay my passage out there and I would
then soone ern enough Of money TO get
priested, ana L would say my first Mass
then for you ana I would pay you back
my passage muney very so0ne. Dear