The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1901-05-03
eft his face and he laughed scorn.

fully.
"Out upon yez for a pack Of blood
less spalpeens! Here, ma'am,
thrusting his hand into his pocket
and drawing out a handful.o of small
coins, Its all I have, acushla, but
ye're welcome to it. An mebbc
this'll be afther keepin' yez a bit
warm" removing his coat and throw
ing it about her shoulders. 'Now
shall I be helpin' yez home?"
mo, no; thank you, sir. III have
no home" She rose quickly and
slipped into the crowd. He made a
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.
snow 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 a revolver.
Denis shook the grasp from his
arm and loked down curiously.
$50 ye've come ag'in, have yez?''
he said, the color beginning to flame
back to his face. II 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 liver to abuse q won4'
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.
1 niver use the revolver barrin' it's
nadeful, but we must come wild me.
The woman was sthalin', and ye 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. "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, take it?' the Pc
liceman said, as they moved down the
sidewalk.
"From the ould country, yes"
II knew it from your tongue. An
ye're from the north of Ireland, too.
county Fermanagh. Why, mon:
whin ye sent me whirlin' and twist
in out into the street, grabbin' the
air for somethin' to clutch me tin
fingers into, was that mad I coull
have dubbed We. But whin I hear1
the howl we stint afther me, I thot
of the Enniskillen Fair an the ralc
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 a Fermanagh mon ye are"
he said, more graciously. "From what
part?'
"Ballygad. Michael Flynn's NE
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 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?"
,1,1>
Murragh."
He would have moved on, but Flynn
caught his hand.
"MacMurragh! Tare nm 'ounds!
An 1 would have dubbed We! Shurc,
it's mesilf should have known we wild
thin shoulders an that head. But
how come we in the states?"
"Work," answered Denis, grimly.
"We've sold the last COW an bit Of
land. An there's me ould father an
mother, an a round dozen of broth
ers an sisters to look afther. Tn
wantin' to bring them up we'll, an
maybe to give thin bit of learnin'
an sthart out"
They were walking along the side.
walk now, and Michael Flynn was
scratching his chin in deep thought.
Suddenly he looked up.
"How'd ye like to be on the
foorce?"
"The what?"
"The foorce-be an officer like me.
It's fine job. good pay an aisy
work, barrin' bit of shindy now an
thin. It's money we could soon be-
savin' up for the ould folks an the
childer."
Denis shook his head.
ITS mesilf couldn't be takin' up
hungry women"
Thin lave thin alone. There'd be
plinty other work for We. Why, mon,
ye'd be aqual to dozen common Off
GERS down on Water street. The