The Jennings daily record., 1902-07-03

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Down on Bloom Street is much dirt
and some happiness more OF the!iat-
ter. perhaps, than the neighboFhood
seems to warrant. For on Bloom
Street in one short block seven sa-
looms and a vinegar factory unitete
taint the air, at one end lies a mesh
! of railway tracks, while just beyond
! runs Jones Falls, turbulent with gray
water. The houses, whose lower
rooms are costly situate below the
sidewalk. contrive to drain the cutters
instead of being drained by them. The
passing trains sift veil of cinders
over all.
Yet time was when Michael Hag-
gerty lived very happily there. You
might see him, stumping on his
wooden leg in and out of his watch
box all day long, to warn the traffic
with his dingy flag of some approach
ing engine. He lived a sooty, hard
existence, did Michael Haggerty;
every night found the little bunk in
his watch-box more welcome to him.
Had it not been for Jimmy he would
have given up the struggle long ago.
and become that which he most dread
ed. and to which all his tendencies
led-a waif, idle, useless. an animal
without a will. But Jimmy was to be
fine man some day. and for that it
was necessary that he, Michael Hag-
gerty, should flag a crossing. if not to
the end of all time at least nearly that
long-till the pale. little lad should be
old enough to feel his fathers hope
as his own, and to make fight for it.
A short time he had every day in
which to strengthen his purpose. That
was when Jimmy, tiny, sQualid fig
ure with a tin pail. brought the
father his lunch. All regulations
forbade that Jimmy should stay, but
that was what he did. The father
would take him on one knee. and the
ishing his wedge Of bread meanwhile
in energetic explanation
jim" he would say, I'm gettin'
old."-that was the regular COM
mencement of their chat.
No, pa little Jimmy used to an
sS-er bravely, smuggling a curly head
against the rough shoulder. And then
old Michael would lead on into tell
ing what an honest, true man he
wanted Jimmy to be. and how some
day he might come to such a high
position as the great president of the
road. and Jimmy would answer back
how he didn't like to play with Mic
Finney or any O those boys down the
street. And old Michael would point
longingly to the slant of streets up
on the other side OF the Falls. with
the great brown spire in the midst,
and then-"Bov."- he would say. bit !
terly. the jail's right near on this
side
The lad wondered why his pas !
face grew so stern when he said that. !
But he was only eight years old. and
knew SO few. things. Then a train |
would come along. and the father
out with his flag, and the
little boy trudged the half block
back to where he boarded with a
oily, much h-be-childered Irish family.
For some complication of causes
once in a while freight wasn't moved
so much, and old Michael got off for
4alf day. In suit of rusty black
1e would go to fetch Jimmy, and the
wo In perfect understanding strolied
off to the park together.
One of these happy times when
Michael looked into the crowded
ront room of the house on Bloom 4
Street, some one else sat there besides
Jimmy and the Irish family Her
back lay towards him, but. he knew
Ter at once, and felt strange, dizzy
aintness bout the heart. No need
or the Irish woman to call his atten-
ion, 'Haggerty, here's one as says +
he knows yer"
The newcomer slowed her chair
ound. but did not get up. Jimmy,
oyer in a corner. wondered
Why she smiled so aueerly. She was j
lot nicelooking woman. Utter
Hence for moment, then suddenly
he spoke. with an attempt at
augh.
Why, Mike" she said Amt ye !
DING t kiss ms?"
Jimmy looked at his father ana ,
bought he must be sick. he cleared $