The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1903-06-21
gs aa1iehiia Daily Eagle Sunday nlornine gune FL 1909

southwest all the soft imaginative genius
Of his nature blossoms out. Even after
seeing the most splendid Wallets of Eu-
ropes greatest stages, 1 preferred the
sight of the modest. graceful Kerry girls.
dancing with their young admirers in
the summer evenings in one of those i'm
nlense slabs of slate you see In Ireland.
to the tune of whimsical reel scraped
out by a blind fiddler crouched in a cor
ner They called it 'patthern," which
1 found meant a holiday in honor of
'Patron'-SaintS day. l remember lodg
ing in a small house whose servant of
all work wa sd strong. blooming, bright
haired girl. with the rich complexion pro-
duced by the soft damp climate; but such
an Al bungler and champion plate-and-
dish breaker that the crockery sellers
ought TO have kept her in pin money.
Well. this laundering buSterhngers gave
me a surprise One evening l came in
and as l passed the halfopen kitchen
door there she was. dancing with the
landlady's sweet little girl and singing
a picturesque old Irish dance-tune IN
rich contralto voice: time tune rhythm
and gesture all perfect. Why, il would
have created a furore in any metropoii-
tan music-hau,
And all that native grace and artistic
talent wasted on reducing crockery and
furniture TO vulgar fractions. Sometimes
the Irishman's sense of humor shows
itself In mere oddly; at others it rises
TO keen wit. l used to be good friends
with jolly old Barney. the popular driver
Of a southwest mail-car. / had not seen
him for months and when j again took
the car. he called out Mother. o. Moses.
sorr. and ye don't same to know me amy
morer ! recognized him now and We
shook hands. Now. sorr, that remoinds
me av Mike Muligan an Tim Sullivan.
matin' aich other at the bridge The tap
o. the marnin to ye, Mike Mulligan.
SEE Sullivan. The Same 10 We an nanny
sv 'em, Tim Sullivan, SEE the other.
But my name isn't Tim Sullivan. SEE the
furrst. An my name isn't Mike Multi
gan, seq the other an be tear an ages,
whin they came Ter to look, twas neither
av EN-" Why. Barney. if you call that
a joke, I fancy the fellow who had been
selling them whisky had the best OF 1t.
'Yere right sorr; but We know what a
climate it is! An the wetter a man gets
outside the dhrier he feels inside But
heerd a man say good thing at
Queenstown, an no wan cud say he had
amy dhrink taken. How was that.
Barney Well sorr. twas in a big hotel
there, nthe summer an lots av thrav-
elers was there frum London an Scot
land an Jeroosalem an Madagascar an
all thin furrin countries. Some av EN-
was aguyin' the Irish; sayin' they could
mt tell pigeon pie from praty an all
that. So wan man gets up an wagers
guinea that the furrst Irish laborer you'd
mate could answer a question smarter
than an EngIshman or a Scotchman.
tell you that reused thin, So they
hunted up three laborers. wan from aich
country. An what wud you TAX TO
stand fer an hour an the roof av this
hotel? they asked the Scotchman. (Ye IL
observe it was a could rainy night He
scratches his head an SEE slowly. Anil
take five shellings o We. mon, Then they
gets Johnny Bull into another room an
asks him what he's TAX oh. he'd want
ten shillings Then they gets the Irish
ma nupstairs an asks him the Same
question. He sees at wunst they was
jist foolin. so he grins an seq, Sure,
sorr, an I'd TAX could" They all LATED
fit to kill an tould i'm he'd gained his
cOuntryman the bet and they game i'm
d good hot glass o potheen fer his
throuble.' Say, Barney. did you ever
know Dan Morrissey, the fisherman at
Valentia Island-ye know. where they
laid the cable TO America 'Begorra.
heerd av i'm, A bhoy as cud drink,
eh?' Yes. and do many better things.
Well one day, last summer, he was dry
ing his nets and wishing the sea would
get quieter, though 10 a landsman, there
didn't seem TO be much sea on. There
had been half a gale two days before, and
the great green rollers were coming in
straight across from America, so quietly
you'd have thought it just the day for
a swim. And, sure enough, a tourist from
Aberdeen came sauntering round from
the hotel and asked Dan where was the
place TO go in. No place at all. at all.
sorr.' says Dan; 'Tis too rough today,
begor' Rough" sneers the tourist. I've
been in far rougher water than this up
north my man.. Dan shrugs his Shout
ders and thinks 'Shure. II a man wants
TO be drowned. tbs aisy done" So he
says Well s0rr. az We must 90 in, yam
ders the best place. undher that cliff
and off he went to get his boat ready.
for he knew what was coming. The
Scotchman was a strong man and
fine swimmer. but all the same, he hadn't
gone far out before a huge mountain OF
green water rushed in and dashed him
like an egg-shell against the jagged iron
rocks At the risk of his own life. Dan
rowed round and hshed the bather out.
insensible and bleeding all over He had
great trouble to revive him and he gave
him some whisky. stanched his wounds
aud helped him TO dress. When the
stranger was ready 10 leave he FUN
bled IN his purse and drew out-a six
pence, Danny never frowned nor swore.
nor called him names; but held the coin
on his palm and, griuning at the other,
he said. 'Begorra SOFT. an dim over
paid. Now. Barney. you find me
better repartee than that in Punch and
III pay you years subscription TO the
paper FAX. we've got it roight. sorr' IS
the ould song SAYS. fer dhressin' a Unite
man wan way or t'other. yer nate Oirish
lad is beyant livery other He'd dhressed
him up 10 sthart or an thin he dhressed
i'm down fer his naneness" Yes. bot
fancy it took Aberdeen few weeks
TO guess what Dan meant, Talking %
dressing down. do you remember what
a tongue-lsshins Scully the Dublin Mp,
gave 70 that rascal what was his name
again?1 who betrayed his country for