The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1901-06-08
left his face and he laughed scorn.


and drawing out handful of small
coins, sits all have, acushla, but
ye're welcome to it. An mebbc
thisll be afther keepin' yez a bit
warm," removing his coat and throw
ing it about her shoulders. snow
shall be helpin' yez home?"
''No, no; thank you, sir. II have
no home" She rose quickly and
slipped into the crowd. He made q
movement as though he would fol-
low, but at that moment a vicious
hand clutched his arm, and the red,
angry face of the policeman scowled
into his.
"Now yell be comm wild me! An
mind yez! I'll shoot that rid head
off, if We resist" and the incensed
officers words were emphasized by
the sharp click of revolver.
Denis shook the grasp from his
arm and loked down curiously.
$50 we've come ag'in, have yez?"
he said, the color beginning to flame
back to his face. 81 tho't mebbe ye'd
be havin' enough. Now, I've a good
notion to thry an bate little dacen-
cy into We. No man wild an Irish
tongue ought iver to abuse WON
an"
The policeman was plucky fellow.
but he drew back involuntarily from
the storm he saw gathering on the
face before him.
"It's an officer I am" he expostu.
lated, IAN I must PROTECT the law.
/ niver use the revolver barrin' it's
nadeful, but We must come wild me.
The woman was sthalin', and We in
terfered wild me duty"
Denis had listened impatiently, but
the first wonder and incredulity had
gradually given place to whimsical
resignation.
"An' 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. swell, 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 of me-"
"Ye're jist over, take it?" the pc-
liceman said, as they moved down the
sidewalk.
From the ould country, yes"
81 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, was that mad could
have dubbed We. But whintI heard
the howl We sint afther me, 1 tho't
of the Enniskillen Fair an the rale
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 Fermanagh 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 MacNfurraghs thin
selves. A fine ould family the Mac
barrin' they've lost livery
thing an have to work like common
folks. But what part are you from?"
"Cloughshannon. I'm Denis Mac
He would have moved on, but Flynn
caught his hand.
"MacMurragh! Tare an 'oundst
An would have dubbed We! Shurc,
It's mesilf should have known We viii
Thin shoulders an that head. But
how come We in the States?"
work" answered Denis, grimIy. |
We've sold the last cow an bit Of
and. An there's me ould father an |
mother, an a round dozen of broth.
,rs an sisters to look afther. I'm
wantin' to bring them up well, an |
maybe to give thin bit of learnin'
IN sthart out"
They were walking along the sice
walk now, and Michael Flynn was
his chin in deep thought.
Suddenly he looked up.
How'd We like to be on the
"The what?"
"The foorce-be an officer like me.
It's fine job, good pay an aisy
work, barrin' bit of shindy now an
hin. It's money We could soon be
avin' up for the ould folks an the
hilder."
Denis shook his head.
TITS mesilf couldn't be takin' up
hungry women"
"Thin lave thin alone. There'd be
'linty other work for We. Why, mon,
ed be aqual to dozen common Off.
ers down on Water street. The
light o. thin big shoulders would