Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1901-05-02


an.'
The policeman was plucly fellow,
BUT he drew back involuntarily from
the storm he saw gathering on the
face before him.
cts an officer am" he expostu-
lated, IAN I must PROTECT the law.
I niver use the revolver barrin' it's
nadeful, but We must come wild me.
The woman was sthalin', and ye in
terfered wild me duty"
Denis had listened impatiently, but
the first wonder and incredulity had
gradually given place to whimsical
resignation.
can officer to PROTECT the law" he
repeated, and for the first time he
seemed to notice that the man was
dressed differently from the others
around him. "Well, it's mesilf has no
call to fight the law, bein' newly ar
rived. I'll go along wild We, but mind,
your hands must be kept off me.''
"Ye're jist over, take 2" the pc
liceman said, as they moved down the
sidewalk. !.
"From the ould country, yes.''
II knew it from your tongue. An
ye're from the north Of ireland, too.
county Fermanagh. Why. mon:
whin We sent me whirlin' and twist
in out into the street, grabbin' the
air for somethin' to clutch me tin
fingers into, I was that mad I could
have dubbed ye. But whin I heard
the howl We stint afther me, tho't
of the Enniskillen Fair an the ralc
ould shindies the b'ys used to have
there"
+ Denis stopped on the sidewalk, and
oblivious Of the pushing and elbow.
ing of irate pedestrians, was regard
ing his companion with new interest.
$50 it's Fermnnagh mon We are,' .
he said, more graciously. "From what
part?"
"Ballygad. Michael Flynn's me
name, an it's cousin I am to the
Bradys o. Kintal, an they're cousins
to the Cogans O. Erne, an they're
cousins to the MacMurraghs thim-
selves. A fine ould family the Mac
Murraghs, barrin' they've lost livery.
thing an have to work like common
folks. But what part are you from ~,
"Cloughshannon. I'm Denis Mac.
Murragh." = il g
He would have moved on, but Flynn
caught his hand.
h, 'MacMurragh! Tare nm 'ounds!
An I would have dubbed ye! shurc,
it's mesilf should have known ye viii
thin shoulders an that head. q But
how come We IN the States?"
'Work. !" answered Denis, grimly.
We've sold the. last COW an bit of
land. An there's me ould father an
mother, an round dozen of BROTH
ers an sisters to look afther. Tn
Swantin' to bring them up well, an
maybe to give thin q bit of learnin'
ana sthart out"
They were walking along the side.
walk now, and Michael Flynn was
scratching his chin in deep thought.
Suddenly he looked up.
"Howd ye like to be on the
foorce?"
"The what?"
"The foorce-be an officer like me.
It's fine job, good pay an aisy
work, barrin' q bit of shindy now an
thin. It's money ye could soon be-
savin' up for the ould folks an the
childer.'
Denis shook his head.
cts mesilf couldn't be takin' mn
hungry women"
.'Thin lave thin alone. There'd be
plinty other work for ye. Why, mon,
ye'd be aqual to dozen common off,
GERS down on Water street. The
sight O. thin big shoulders would
sind livery law breaker skurryin'.
An there'd be no trouble about get
tin yez the job. The INSPECTOR mar
ried me own cousin, an the captain
himsilf is an Ulster mon. An be-
sides, they're always lookin' out for
big, sthrong recruits. They'd snap
ye up on sight. An there's another
thing, towering his voice, .'the b'ys
round here vote for the mon they
like, an there's plinty o. thin have
heard o. the MacMurraghs. The
foorce'H be good place. for We to
sthart from, but wild the b'ys behind
there's no tellin'. where yen bring
up. A MacMurragh, wild the Mac.
Murragh shoulders an head an
sthrong ways an finder heart, could
do anything wild the folks that knew
him."
He hesitated moment, and then
went on with some constraint: s'We,ll
say no more about arrestin' ye. It's
me own person recaved the offinse.
an I've the right to settle it widout
calm in the law. But about the
foorce. Shall I recommend ye?"
Denis looked down at him thought
fully. a&
Eyes" he answered; shut it's exc.
cutln the law in . dacent way I'll b