The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-03-11

Myles, the day you an me fought an
malayogued each other at the Lazy Bush
oekase | sayed your mother counted the
praties when she was putin them in the
pot?"
''Ha, ha! hat Upon my soul. I do that
Jamie. What throuncin' match II was.
l always thought meself a purity boxer
but that day, Jamie. you went within an
ace ~ knockin' the consait out & me.
Ha! ha! hal"
Within an ace iv knoclOin' the consait
out / We? But Myles, don't We mind I
did knock the consait ciane out i ye?
We mind now l doubled We over the stone
ditch an pounded We tin ye called
'Marcy%''
But Begin yer bardon. JAIME, yer
MIN rvs slightly at fault You mind il
was me that doubled you over the ditch
an iudhered We till you shouted
'Marcy?'''
"Myles Mcguire" said Jamie feeling
~, I'm ashamed j. ye"
Long Jamie Haraghey," NIyIes said;
no; but I'm heartily ashamed i you"
I'm very sorry, indeed. that We force
say yere a liar
''Msther Haraghey,' said Mr.. Mcguire,
I'm very sorry, indeed, to say it-,but,
you're notorious liar
Il see no other way out Nv it," said Mr..
Haraghey, than to go into the grove be-
yont an settle it,"
Done" said Mr. Mcguire.
In the silence and obscurty of the grove
both DOTTED coat and vest, tied their sus-
penders round their waists and rolled up
their sleeves, just as they had done forty
years before, under the Lazy Bush. They
squared at each other.
Jamie" said Myles, II don't like TO
sthrike We in cowr blood. Please to ag-
gir,vate me-"
Gam right. Myles. Used MT yer poor
mother God rest herD count the praities
when she'd be putin them in the pot?"
I'VE lie, We scoundhriln yelled Myles,
venomously; and he emphasized the re-
mark with a terrific blow on Long jail
miss stomach.
In an instant a hot and fierce encounter
was in progress Myles found he had not
forgotten a certain set of the thumb
knuck.e which, digging into his antagon-
list, used to deal damage in the after
school fights, and made him an object of
admiration and respect and even awe,
amongst his comrades. On che other hand,
Jamie made good use of the swinging
sledge-hammer stroke that half century
ago he had cultivated and made a spe-
ciasty. For five minutes they pitched
into each other with hearty good will
They were one more boxing beneath the
Lazy Bush, with encoura ging comrades
about them: and they did not care wheth-
they were fighting for glory, and absorbed
in the dream Of it.
But Long Jamie Haraghey was NOT as
young as he used to be, nor his wind as
good After FIVE minutes he was putting
hard; and then timely and happily
placed punch of Myles', put in the neigh
borhood of Jaimle's gastronomic machin-
cry, did him up. He sat down hurriedly
and, when he could he gasped out:
'M-M-Myles-that s-enou-noughH
To tell the truth. Myles was not sorry
Still he had a duty to perform.
Jamie said he, as he stood over his
victim, "did me poor mother count the
praties goin' Until the pot?''
dn't-Myles.
Jamie who's the liar-me or your"
I'm the liar Myles."
"An' Jamie. who axed for marcy that
day under the Lazy Bush?'
This one gave poor Jamie heightened
pause
Il say again, Jamie, who?' Myles had
the awe-inspiring nuckle scientifically set
Jamie saw the knuckle, and he said:
1T was me aXed for marcy" Myles,
"me." And he added solloquizng1y
Though I'm rammed if I believe it."
That's all right. Jamie. give us a
grip of yer fist. So long as we give In to
the truth, we're free TO believe what
plaises ye."
They shook hands heartily Myles
helped up his fallen friend. Each helped
to dress and smooth out the other; and
then they went back to the picnic party
spent a most jovial evening, and went
home mellow, both, and happy.
To young Donoch MacAteer of Cora
clamp Upper, Meenadring p. o., County
| Of Tyrone, and Ireland, Johnnie Gavigan,
next day. addressed a letter containing a
respectable check and a promise 10 pay all
IicI1fV
of the aforesaid Donoch. Il have been
forgetful of the past" the letter said, "but
for the time to come. please God, your poor
lsmother will not find me So | am going
| home this summer to FIND if Knockan-
CHER hill flames as yellow with whin
flowers as it used to do, and if the trouts
| are as plenty as ever in the burn at the
back of Phelim McGinley's garden God
rest HIND"
At many subsequent Patrick's Day pa
| rades, Myles Mcguire, in the saddle
(sometimes) was proud and conspicuous
| if not unsteady-hgure.
Myles Mcguire went home again and
again for many summers, and his eyes
| flied one Corpus Christi that he sat in
| the old chapel and heard Father Donoch
| MacAteer of the black head and hand
some, thoughtful face. read his first mass
for him, Myles Mcguire. And when he
| turned TO look al his sesiter Ellen her bow
ed head and frame were trembling as she
sobbed with joy. "Myles' she whispered,
"Myles, I'm happy an content to die any
time God calls me, now. May the good
| God bliss an reward you, me brother
"Whisht! Arrah, whlsht with We, wo-
mani Myles said reprimandinsly. But
| the big tears ran from his eyes and sank
| with Elien's into the sacred clay floor
s-es
| MOZLEY'S LEMON ELIXIR.
A PLEASANT LEMON TONIC.