The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-04-21

T.
n NE morning in June I sat BY the
window OF a third-class carria=e
booking our upon motley crowd
that had gathered from Meath hills
upon the platform of Oidtown station
TO see the last of a party Of emigrants
bound for the stctes
Listlessly sat watching and waiting.
where CT a sudden two yokels broke
their way across the platfrom, wrenched
open the door. Numbered into my car
riage and took their places in the fur
ther. corners. Their bo0rish ways net
tied me, the crash OF hotnaiis upon my
foot reused me. I turned in wrath.
Permit me to say that you've come
70 the wrong carriage 1 said, in with
erins tones.
This is third cisss-only third class.
The drsts are waiting for you higher
~"
No word came from the corners-nOt
move or sign. My blood quickened.
and Twas proceeding with a brutal
=, reference to cattle trucks. when. right
at my elb,v.- voice interrupted. mine
through the open window.
Med: I say Ned. is It you? You
Il
II was a bent old man. IN gray frefze
and a beaver l1at.a that spoke. Shrilly,
almost sercely he spoke and sent his
voice through mine across the carriage,
calling. Ned; 1 say. Ned"
No answer came 10 him from either
corner, but siienc4 might nos battle his
inportunisy. Again and yet again he
called his voice rising fiereer sand
shriller, and with that the youth in the
opposite corner 20 mine turned his
heavy face and spo1Se
-Can't We see it's me-" he growied.
his voice hard and stliles his eyes
The old man craned sa~ther into the
cerriage. What are We d0fn there,
Ned Brady2'' he shriIled. What eeyil-
meat are We mp to now Where are ye
gOin'? Answer. me. SIR
All, quit your talk an go home WI
ye.A came back. What IS # TO yo1I,
what I'm dom 3',sa r--
But it Is to me. Isn't your mother
Wild about yer Wouldn't she be here
this minute only for searcfin' fOF We?
What are We dom, 7 say ?n cried the
Encfent then. no answer coming he
clutched tighter at the window and con-
TINED: Where were we alI last nightT
Why didn't We come home TO us, Waitin,
yonder an ni5sin' our sIeepR shame or
We. Ned B-ady, black SHINE on ye.
q 4Ou We been uIE to no good You're up
to no good now Y 2 Dlaggard-ye bag
gard' C'ene-out TO income out, I say.
before I bring the polls. Come out =
cried the Ancient. in a voice that bIent
its ferce treble most Strangely with the
piteous sound Of the en1isrants' wailing
that now came from the PLATFORM
heart breaking soand pierced Though
by that passionate, old voice come
out" Il went, come ont, We df~il, be-
fore ! bring the polls 60 Yei
It seemed TO me. sitting there ObserV-
ant, that az the word the youths face
Z blanched; certainly lie sank into his
corner. covered there a moments. then
. nade as II to rise.
But, even q < he gathered in bis=feet.
his companion bent forwa Td. Whisper d
70 him "A word, and turned his face. IT
narrow black eyes: and, seeing il, the
Ancient drew back and raised Ms hands.
Phil Carr sad he, pail o. the Hel-
lcwi You. tco,5
1Iicky. me son?'' The voice was thin
and hard cold and satiric. Sure its
not the FIST time you've seen me an
your life Why can't We Squit1shoutin'
there ike a fool ~ 60 an bid The Peo-
..Phil o. the Hollow, Coin vi him?"
The Ancient dre'E back a step. raised q
hand and rubbed his eyes. Coin, WI
him. ne repeated slowly. as if TO his
inner self. 'tGoin' wi him"
Wei. an what O. that? ID We think
IN ate him. body an bones2 Be the
Lord. but We must be dotin' in your-Ould
age.- Phil laughed harshly- rAhs
asVzly Nj W. an bid the people gOodby.
Away now before 49,
Come out wi ye-cOme outcome
QUIT Again the Ancient elutched the
window and pushed In his face; again
broke into shrllness. Your rot go,
Ned Brady-youll not 50. There's
some divilmeDt on foot: you've been at
divilment in the night. Come home wi
me" Fiereslys che drew back. turned
the door haUile and made to enter; and
just then the whistle. sounded, the en-