The sun. (Wilmington, Del.) 1897-19??, 1901-05-13


$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 good
notion to thry an bate little dacen-
cy into We. No man wild an Irish
tongue ought liver 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.
TITS an officer I am" he expostll-
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.
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 ye, but mind,
your hands must be kept off me-"
"Ye're jist over, I take it?" the po-
liceman said, as they moved down the
sidewalk.
sFrom 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 whin I hearl
| 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
ing of irate pedestrians, was regard
ing his companion with new interest
| $50 it's Fermanagh mon We arc,
| he said, more gracionsly. "From what
part?"
'Ballygad. Michael Flynn's n''
name, an it's cousin I am to tn.
Bradys o. Kintal, an they're cousins
to the Cogans o. Erne, an they.
cousins to the MacMurraghs thin
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."
| He would have moved on, but Flynn
caught his hand.
"MacMnrragh! Tare an 'ounds
An would have dubbed We! Shura
it's mesilf should have known We Wi
thin shoulders an that head. Bn
how come We in the States?"
"Work," answered Denis, grimly
'tWe've sold the last COW an bit o
land An there's me ould father al
mother, an a round dozen of broth
ers an sisters to look afther. L..
wantin' to bring them up well, al
maybe to give thin bit of learnir
an sthart out"
They were walking along the side
walk now, and Michael Flynn wa
scratching his chin in deep though
Suddenly he looked up.
"How'd We like to be on tn
foorce?"
"The what?"
"The foorce-be an officer like ms
It's a fine job. good pay an ais
work. barrin' bit of shindy now al
thin. It's money We could soon b
savin' mp for the ould folks an til
: childer."
Denis shook his head.
"It's mesilf couldn't be tal1in' u
! hungry women"
/ "Thin lave thin alone. There'd b
/ plinty other work for We. Why, MOI
ye'd be aqual to a dozen common off
GERS down on Water street. TIL
I sight o. thin big shoulders wonl
/ sind livery law breaker skurryin
/ An there'd be no trouble about ge
!. tim yez the job. The inspector maj
ried me own cousin, an the capital
/, himsilf is an Ulster mon. An b.
sides, they're always lookin' out fc
/. big, sthrong recruits. They'd sna
. We up on sight. An there's anotht
thing, "lowering his voice, "the by
!, round here vote for the mon the
like, an there's plinty o thin ha,
: heard o. the MacMurraghs. TIL
J foorce'll be good place for We /
), sthart from, but wild the b'ys benin
there's no tellin' where yell brin
, up. A MacMnrragh, wild the Ma
I Murragh shoulders an head a
! sthrong ways an finder heart, cou1
J do anything wild the folks that kne
!, him."
! He hesitated moment, and the
j went on with some constraint: eve
!, saw no more about arrestin' We. Tt
! me own person recaved the offins
# an Eve the right to settle it wido,
calm in the law. But about Il
: foorce. Shall I recommend YEP"
o Denis looked down at him though
fully.
> "Yes," he answered; "but it's eS
cutin' the law in dacent way I'll
q doin'."
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