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


lads tal1in' jaunt in train an keep
in an eye on the police, an if We knew
the police you'd not wonder at all.
Ye can do nothin but they're
at your heels. If ye play cards in a
train, there's a helmet at the window:
if We take a drop too much, there's q
black coat at your elbow; if We brew
a sup o poteen, there's an army on
your track; an the man that raps a
hare upon the head might as wen kin
a magistrate. You're safe wi your bag
an your black coat, but get inside this
ould coat o mine an see the face o. the
first peeler you'd meet. I'm only
countryside bCSthOon. I'm the man the
police looks twice at Well they've
need. I'm no saint, If I'm not much of
sinner. I'll gamble so long as can
sit. I'll pick a pocket if 1 want a din
ner. III crack a skull wP the greatest
pleasure. I'd shoot 3 landlord the NOR
row if so be I drew the bean. I'm a
divil. sir Cara uncrossed his legs,
drove a hand into either waisteoat
pocket and faced me proudly fair
divil In all Meath there's not a play
boy to touch me. An I glory in 1t. by
God-I glory in it, Jail or gallows. dock
or bal--diVH a bit 1 fear them, an
diViI a straw / care A free life and
free hand-there's my sentiments.
envy no man. I care for no man.
Only and here Cara wfnked knowing
( ~ as he tapped my knee, when some
thin happens ] try to be careful: an
1 that's why We see me goin' for a jaunt
this mOrnin', meself an the boy be-
yont."
Phil pushed back his cap. glanced
fnrtively at Ned; Ieant over his knees
with his arms crossed upon them, and
lowering his voice went on; It's all
because OF himself in the corner. Be-
tween ourselves. he's bit of a noodle.
But. like many another I've met he's
fond o my company, an so he'd trot at
me heel And last night, when his skull
was .bein' threatened. what must I do,
like a fool, but take his part-an' here
am.
Twas like this. Ned havin' a trihe o.
money 70 Iose-haf crown or so-an'
the fancy for cards bein' only young in
him, comes to me in the evenin', tells
me there's a drop o fresh pOteen in a
neighbor's, an asks me to keep him
company. Where the house was an
who lives in it. is no matter now. Well,
We sampled the liquor, we smoked an
We sung, we had our joke an our argu-
ment; an toward 10 O'Clock we fell to
at the cards. The game was twenty
himself.
"tTwas on chair Oud party played,
wi stools for US to sit straddle on;
an Ned was facin' me. an three others
We're between us, an one O. them was a
boy called Miclxy the Wig, a big. thick
a temper Ike a chained bulls. The
man that Won was AIic6y's enemy, the
man that lost-supposin. he wasn't
himself-got Micky's jeers. An last
night, as it happened, Ned beyOnt had
all the luck, an Micky all the Iosin'
so Ned was the enemy.
Twas wonderful to see the two.
Ned's face, every time he looked at his
cards or raked IN the, coppers beamed
1 like a fun moon; 9Iicky's, every time
h 7rra1r ~ hi.
stake, was black as the bob. Dang
me, but its great says Ned. when a
round was done. 'Divil the like ever
seen, shouts Micl1y with a scowl across
the chair, an bangs his knee. Not a
card can I get shouts MicEy, not a
Shouts he at hast when he hadn't a
cent; an dang you for a pup says he
10 Ned, You're not playin'. bat cheat
in, an / say il to to your face
Now, III say this for Ned. that he's
a good-natured boy; but last night
pride was big in him an poteen strong
an when Micky said the word he just
leant over an called him q liar. Up
Jumps AIicky like a mad bull an tears
off his coat. Up stands Ned an peeIs
Off his. Up gets the company like one
man an gathers round. There was
more noise when you'd clap your hands
than p droWnea brass band Such a
Whillabalooa We never heard in all your
I'd ) > 81 tlAC4C ne1S 1tith4 S1tdA II oli
jumpin' there was Ned, pale as a sheet;
there the boys gatherin' into ring;
there, myself Aw, there was meself
playin the fooIi For instead o standin'
back like another an leavin' things to
come right, what must do but take
pity on Ned's face an his youth, step
forward to his side an take his part
an challenge Micl1y neself. I was a
fool, said Phil. hinging out a hand;
/ bur
There came a sound from the further
corner. and. turning quickly, we had
sight of Ned Brady leaning toward US,
a hand on each knee. mouth Opens and
wonder staring from his eyes. Like
that he. may have been sitting for long