The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-03-17

1t was the last day that an Irishman
would want to work, with the sun shin
ing as softly as it had ever done on
the Connaught hills and the bands
marching past the end of the street,
playing now The Star-Spangled Ban
ner," now "The Wearing of the
Green" and again Let Erin Remem.
Der the Days of Old"
But the water department was per-
picked by a bad case of electrolysis;
and 80 the foreman, putting duty first,
had volunteered to find the cause of
the trouble. His countrymeu woulu
not doubt his patriotism, he knew, as
he worked away on the crumbling
earth.
The superintendent of streets came
driving up. after time, and hitched
his horse, while he stopped to inquire
as to the progress of Demands inves-
legations.
Great parade!" he observed, with
admiration.
Eyes, 1t big one!" Bernard re.
sponded, holding up piece of honey
combed pipe for the superintendent
inspection.
II tell you, most of those young fell
lows who are wearing the shamrock
this afternoon are dandies!" the super
intendent went off. warmly None
of your dyspeptic, sallowfaced, spin
dle-shanked Yanks in that line, you
bet"
Handsome is as handsome does!"
was Bernard's quiet rejoinder They'll
be all right II they stop to remember
what their shamrooks mean" and he
looked lovingly at his own decoration
a little green sprig sent from far
off relative near Killarney.
Haven't | read somewhere that st.
Patrick used the little plant to teach
the pagan Irishman something about
the three persons of the Trinity?" the
superintendent inquired, thoughtfully.
Eyes, sir: that's the story; but
somehow | always like to think of the
three little leaves as standing for
three pretty good things for an Irish
man or any man to form his life by"
the other answered, solemnly
And what are they, Bernardo"
Ioi oObl ltly anu Virtue anu
try" was the quiet response.
That's right" came the hearty re.
joinder. "A man who keeps sober will
be pretty likely to be decent and in
dustrious; and man who likes to
work won't have much time for drink
ing and wickedness!"
mo; that he won't, Mr.. Merrill, Net
here in America, any way,"
ITS a great old country, Bernard
for the tight kind of men!"
There never could be better, sir!''
That's right, Bernard! Sometimes
] think us Yankees and you Irishmen
are apt to get the big head, and to put
on airs. as If our grandfathers had
discovered America-instead of one of
the ancestors of No. II. over there!"
and he nodded faeetiously in the d.
rection of the Italian, who was keep
ing up regular pingping with his
pick, his mind across the ocean where
tiny home on the mountainside, un.
der the chestnut trees, held all that |
was dear to him on earth.
True for you, Mr. Merrill. But who |
knows" was the humorous query. I'm |
the next generation the sons of No. II |
may be running the primaries and SUI.
psrintending the streets!"
His companion threw back his head |
and laughed heartily at this good.nat- |
ured thrust, Then, after a little CON
ference on the condition of the water
pipes, he drove away, drawing up his
horse impulsively to suggest, as an
afterthought;
Make a short day of it, now, Ber-
nard! Remember you're not SO young !