The Minneapolis journal., 1902-08-07
How DUNWOODIE GOT HIS SMOKE
By HAROLD W. RAYMOND

of the hard things he had said about NMcCabe
anG his pipe and his pretensions. Now 1t
seemed to him he would willingly barter his
chances of heaven for smoke of the same.
II swan said iDunwoodie, overcome by a
craving which made him desperate, lit would
be pleasure to murder you, young man, il
|. could get possession -of that chimney by the
doing" The thought Of murder seemed to
give the painter much temporary Joy, for 1t
sprang from the heart OF father jealous Of
| the child who was his all In all Of life, saw
Ing and excepting the pipe Of which he was
deprived.
Murder, however desirable, being out OF the
question, Dunwoodie resorted to strategy in
stead. It was hard work. But after clearing
his voicea few times he managed to say:
81 say, Mac, could you lend me your pipe
and bit of tobaccy? I'LL return them up at
the house tonight Swing it across on a
string; that's a good lad"
McCabe looked up in amazement. It was
many day since he had heard such friendH.
ness in Dunwoodie's Voice.
1.-The fact isl said the old man, 81 left
my pipe at home, and I'm dying for q
smoke. - ~ 81 -,
"oho!" said McCabe to himself $50 that's
where the winds are blowin'." And then he
said loudly: 'tBut ye can't smoke my pipe.
Daddy Dunwoodie. Sure, ye said I put 1t to
soak in the tannery." Dunwoodte coughed
and looked uncomfortable p "Ye said 1t would
be afther maxim dog sick, SO it would
If reckomember correctly, Mr.. Dunwoodie,
ye said I smoked scrap leather an fndin's."
Hard blows these. Dunwoodie WINGED
'I was only joking, Mac, my boy he said,
| with feeble laugh. .sts.EsT II zE-5s2t
''Was ye jokin when ye said couldn't
| marry the darlint Of me sow1? Ye know
/ whom I name, Mr.. Dunwoodie. %
''No!' shrieked Dunwoodie. 81 was not
I joking! I'd rather see the girl lying in the
| cemetery with her dead mother than marry
! id tarrier like you!". :, -szs
"Oh! ALL right, Mr.. Dunwoodie. guess
| We were right. My pipe would make dog
sick, and it's not fit for the likes Of ye."
McCabe's brogue grew broad when his an
ger was high. - >-.-' - ze-=.-
He lit another pipe and awhistled "ons
Girl AS the odor saluted Dunwoodie's nos
| trils he grew frantic. He must have that
| pipe and tobacco! It was hours before he
| could descend for the incoming. He looked at
| McCabe, who was smoking away as II un-
conscious of his presence, and 1t occurred
to Dunwoodiea for the first time IN his life
Ethat McCabe was not a bad sort OF man
after all, He was clean, sober-that is, rea-
sonably so-industrious, and he had the best
| and sunniest nature in the world. Besides
that, he loved Pearl, and Pearl, loved him.
And if it was not MoCabe 1t might be worse
i very likely would be. zTa, 49,
r. aDunwoode cleared his throat sa~s&s=rr. -:
Z
t'WeIl!"7, s--.z- -:sSzs-=- ~.
LEND US your pipe-do. I'm perishing."
"Wil1 ye lave me marry yer daughter, MT
Dunwoodie?" r-rt ~ -s-- - F~--= =
''My God, Fll Fave you anything!" said the
suffering one. = " ..s.-r'
"Put 1t down on paper?" - ~ -
| Anything, anything, If you'll only give
, me a smoke!" --=-~ -
ss"Ill give ye me pipe and, 'baecy," said
, McCabe as solemnly as If he were surrender
ing the dearest treasures Of his life.
In three switches of a lamb tail McCabe
!, was by the old mans side. Dunwoodfe was
clutching at the pipe. .s.E' -
I stsign the eonsint first" said the artful
! Ir.shman. He had bit of paper and pen
, ell in his pocket, and he quickly drew UP an
article Of agreement. It read as follows
S. s.: Whereas. in the course OF human
{, events, I, Michael Jay Dunwoodie, being .oi
, sound mind and robust constitution, hereby
give consent to the marriage OF my daugntef
Pearl to Patrick McCabe, ESQ.,. late OF the
} County Cavan. - p -,
(sfgned.) -. = n. J.. ppnwood'e.
This formidable looking document Ras duly
signed, and sealed with a COB of brown 2aint.
, / Soon Dunwoodie was in the. ecstasy oi
4 smoking the favorite McCabe mixture. eThen
: he noticed the younger. man packing up his
. tools Of trade and making to descend. 49,.
i Here! Hey! What the devil are you ur
Q to now?"% he demanded -suspiciously, "Gt
y back to work.. you young rascal!' -. -.
+ I'm only afther goin'= to. tell Pearl thu
good news said ,McCabe, with a quiet smile
I And. when :Dunwoode got home that night
r the mischief Was done and a. homemade
Q wedding supper: awaited him on the table