The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-07-31

Id aSloe, County Galway, and later
of Dublin, where he is yet re-
II membered by frequenters Of Col
lcge Green and the Bank Of
Ireland as Handsome Jericho" the
cab driver, is now a conductor on n
Chicago street car He has black curly
hair. the shape of Apollo and brogue
as broad as the Curragh of Kindare.
RumOr has it that he's about to he
married to Molie Hannigan, the pref
test girl in Father Kelly's parish, and
here's the way he answers the gossips:
"Marri'd? Well, Oh dunno. 'Tis aiser
the married thin t'be buried, but tn
latthcr is gin'rally more parminint,
particyly in this country. so Oi'm told.
Oi niver bin married an Oi niver bin
buried, but Oi s'pose they's no escape
frum aither. Asst Miss Mollie Hanni-
gan, two dors frum tn power house.
'Tis her funeral, annyhow, as Oi hear
thin say"
Mis- Hannigan works in laundry in
Franklin street, and her wit is as
bright as her eyes. She has the yellow
hair and blue eyes of her German
mother and the sharp tongue and quick
intelligence of her father, Mike Han
years before the horse barns were turn
ed into power-houSes. He's been dead
these six years, but the motOrmen and
conductors who frequent the old place
yet call it "HanniGan's."
Miss Mollie had already score of ad-
mirers when Conductor Reardon came
to board at her house. She voted him
a greenhorn the first time she heard
Ia n. Ii. i
looks and ready smile resolved that he
was mot her kind" But the gallant
greenhorn was not to be denied. He
made no secret of his ardent admira-
ton for Mollie, and with a grin ignored
| her efforts to treat him with silent
contempt. lie never saw her without
"gud mawrnin,' Misthress Mollie."
or 'gud evenin', Misthress Hannigan.'
till she began to feel that ridicule
| and not dignity was the best weapon
with which to deter her unwelcome
| admirer. She had, until two months
ago, never deigned to notice him in
the street car. She has two or three
| girl friends of the neighborhood who
work in the laundry and who ac-
company her to and from work every
| day except Saturday.
When the conductor first began his
| "Gud mawrnin's" the other girls al
| ways had a laugh at Mollie expense
| She never condescended to smile or
| give the retort courteous, but she
couldn't suppress the blush Of anger
| that only served to make her pretty
| face prettier in the eyes of the Irish
conductor, But in the meantime she
schemed an audacious method of maxi
| ing life miserable for the conductor
One evening when the car was packed
with hOme-going people Conductor
| Reardon edging his way through the
crowd, appeared smiling before hel
| with "Gud evenin', Miss"
Tha was as far as he got, for Miss
| Mollie broke in in high-pitched and
| purposely affected tones, thus:
"Aw, l say, conductor, is this the
road to Mandelay?"
Poor Phelim's brown skin turned
| purple as he heard the loud roar OF
| laughter which greeted this query
| Everybody looked at Mollie, one mar
suggested that it was "the rocky roac
To Dublin" and the girl herself felt
sure that she had taken "a fall" out
of the perscvering admirer. But Phe.
linn came back pretty quick with:
mo, Misthress Hanngan, 'tisnt the
road L Mandelay, r amy other KIND
| o. delay. So be quick wit yer nickel.
Then there. was another laugh. The
women agreed that Mollie had the
worst of the exchange, and the mer