The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1901-05-03
left his face and he laughed scorn-

less spalpeens! Here, ma'am,' IS
thrusting his hand into his pocket
and drawing out handful of small
coins, Its all 1 have, acushla, but
ye're welcome to it. An mebbc
this1l be afther keepin' yez a bit
warm" removing his coat and throw
ing it about her shoulders. 'Now
shall be helpin' yez home?"
mo, no; thank you, sir. II have
no home" She rose quickly and
slipped into the crowd. He made 4
movement as though he would fol-
low, but at that moment 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 ye. No man wild an Irish
tongue ought liver to abuse a wonl-
am
The policeman was pluclly fellow,
but he drew back involuntarily from
the storm he saw gathering on the
face before him.
Its an officer I am" he expostu-
lated, San I must PROTECT the law.
I 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 mpatiently, 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. 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 off me-"
''Ye're jist over, I 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, I was that mad [ could
have dubbed we. But whin 1 heard
the howl we stint afther me, I 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 Hymns 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 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.
"MacMurragh! Tare an 'ounds!
An 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 round dozen of broth
ers an sisters to look afther. Tn
wantin' to bring them up well, an
maybe to give thin bit of learnin'
an sthart out"
They were walking along the side.
walk now, und Michael Flynn was
scratching his chin in deep thought.
Suddenly he looked up.
How'd We 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.
cts mesilf couldn't be ta1,in' 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
sight o. thin big shoulders would
sind livery law breaker slzurryin'.
An there'd be no trouble about get
tin yez the job. The inspector mar
ried me own cousin, an the captain
himsilf is an Ulster mon. An be-
sides, they're always lookin' out for
big, sthrong recruits. They'd snap
We up on sight. An there's another
thing, Towering his voice, "the b'ys
round here vote for the mon they
like an there's Dlipty ~ Thin have