News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1902-10-22
sEUMAS MACMANUS .

we get to the picnic grounds, We'll have
jolly good slug for ould times sake"
And in the big park, where they
! picnicked, Myles and Long JAIME
tasted the poteen and transported them
selves again to Tyrone. For more than
! thirty years Myles had wasted very lit
tie thought and certainly less speech
upon Tyrone, yet it was surprising how
freshly and wildly old times, old
friends, old scenes, crowded his mem
ory and made his tongue glib.
AN the masther, too" said Long
| Jaimie-"ye mind the times we bad
with Masther Muldoon Of Pulrainey,
eh, Myles?"
"Faith and do" said Myles, smiling
a reflective smile. do you mind the
day Iicky Meehan made him sit down
on his casthor"
"Ha, ha! | do, | do! That was a
hard day. An do We mind the day we
tied him to the stanchion in the school
gavel? Another wild day"
81 mind that, and mind the day he
made you mount me on your back till
he'd fog me for breaking in Donald
/ " lJOllLGll > hOOl'
81 mind that, Myles, as if 1t was yes
therday. Bekase | was so long he
! thought he'd make me useful in some
| way. He called me his assistant taich-
! er bekase on me back he logged into
We manners. An do We mind, Myles.
the day We an me fought an mala-
/ vogued each other at the Lazy Bush
bekase said your mother counted the
praties when she was putin them in
the pot?
! "Ha, Ia, ha! Upon me soul, do
| that, Jamie! What a throuncing match
it was! I always thought meself
4 purity boxer, but that day, Jamie, you
went within an ace of knocking the
cOnsait out of me. Ha, ha, ha.'
"Within an ace of knoclin' the con.
salt out of We! But, Myles, don't We
mind did knock the consait clane out
Of yc? We mind how l doubled ye over
| the stone ditch an pounded ye till ye
called 'Marcy|"
"But, begging your pardon, Jamie,
| your mimory's slightly at fault. You
mind it was me that doubled you over
the ditch and ludhered you till you
shouted Marcy?"
"Mylos Mcguire" said Jamie feel
ingly, I'm ashamed of ye."
Long Jamie Haraghey," Mylcs said
mo. bat I'm heartily ashamed of
I you"
I'm very sorry indeed that We force
! it out of me; but .I,s,Aer Mcguire, l
must say we're Il liar"
Mr. Hara&hey," said Mr.. Mcguire,
I'm very sorry indeed 10 say it, but
you'rc Il not.riO.s liar
Il see no other way out Of it." said
Mr.. HHla%hey, than to so into the
grove beyant an s1ttie it."
Done" said Mr. Mcguire.
In the silence and obscurity of the
grove 10th Go.rled coat and vest, tied
their suspeuGers round their waists
and rolled up their sleeves, just as they
had done forty years before under the
Lazy Bush. They squared UP to each
other.
Jamie" said Myles, ST don't like
to sthrike you in cold blood. Please to
Gggr4vate me-
'All right Myles. Used MT yer poor
mother-toJ rest her.-count the pra
ties when shed be putin them in the
pot?"s
You lie. you scoundhrol!' yelled
Myles venomously, and he emphasized
the remark, by terrific blow on Long
Jaimie's stomach.
In an instant a hot and fierce en-
counter was in progress Myles found
he had not forgotten certain set of
the thumb knuckle which, digging into
his antagonist, used to deal damage in
the after school fights and made him
an object Of admiration, respect and
even awe among his comrades. On the
other hand, Jamie made good use Of
the swinging sledge hammer strokes
that half a century ago he had cult
waited and made a speciality. For five
minutes they pitched into each other
with hearty good will. They were
once more boxing beneath the Lazy
Bush, with encouraging comrades
about them, and they did not care
whether "AIasther MuldoOn" saw them
or not, for they were fighting for
glory and absorbed in the dream of it.
But Long Jamie Haraghey was not
as young as he used to be nor his wind
as good. After five minutes he was
putting hard, and then a timely and
happily placed punch of Myles, put in
the neighborhood of Jaimie's CASTRO
monte machinery, did him up. He sat
down hWriedly, and when he could he
gasped out:
-Myles-that's-en
To tell truth, Myles was not sorry.
Still he had a duty to perform.
? Jamie" said he as he stood over
his victim, "did me poor mother count
the pratcs going into the pot"
"She-d idn't-Myles"
Jamie, who's the liar-me or your
"Pm the liar, Myles,"
"And, Jamie, who asked for marcy
that day under the Lazy Bush"
This one gave poor Jamie length
eAed pause.
81 say again, Jamie, who" Myles
had the awe inspiring knuckle scien-
tiically set.
Jamie saw the knuckle, and he said:
ut was me aXed for marcy, Myles-
me-" and he added soliloqulzingly,