New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-12-18

"Ony, your reverence, 1t hasn't sometimes the
manners to wait till night In my it'll be comm
like thief half-past six in the eVenln, on Thurs
day evenin'."
oh tut tutl' says Father La renee says he and
blatheration be We! Don't" says he, let me
hear any such nonsensical talk of your
head"
oh all right, Father La'rence," says Phil. e
more than half expected to hear this from We. l
don't blame ye." says he, 9 at all. But by Thursday
night ven be sorry for your words.
Philip MacAntier," says the priest, its ashamed
of yourself We ought to be- for indulgn in such bather
for both sinful and shameful 1t is. Shake yourself
up and pull Yourself together; be man, and don't
feel fool and go and shear your corn that's
shakn' and droppin the hill, while you're yin'
in bed in the middle of Gods broad daylight, and in
the glow of health and strength the good God has
seen fit to bless We with, dreaming oul' womens
dreams. Shame We, | say, Phil Fcargall says
the priest, and he shalln with the anger Shame
on We l say and get up and go out with We to your
shearing!'
Father La'rence Giloagly" says Phil in his very
calmest voice ! sent for We help with my duty
to God. Are We goin to do it,
And there nothin for poor Father Laurence
then but for to put his stole and sit down by the
mans bedside, and give him all the religious help
that it both his duty and his pleasure to give
every
house.
And poor Una she was gathered in the corner cryn'
her two eyes out.
Phil. poor man, was touched for her, and he tried
and YOU should try to take it as l do.
The word that Phil Fcarga was down. and was gon
to die soon went like ld-frc and the ncighbors
came dropping in to find what wrong with
him, what the matter at all at all.
And when they heard from his lips the extra
ordinary story, they got indignant everyone OF
thcln as Father La renee had done afore them and
they told Phil it hearty shame for him, and
that he should get up of that and 60 and shear
corn, and shake the notions off him, And they one
and all told him that they wished they
of seeing Friday and thousand Fridays afther. as
what he was for they told him he'd not only live now
but live for nigh half a century come.
Phil Fcargal made hard thrY to listen to all this
in patience He at first thred to argue the question
with them Then. sccin this was worse nor useless
he held his tongue, and let them talk But, seem
that little good the other plan he began
at last to lose patience; till when, on Wednesday
night, with the house purity full of the ncighbors-
for durin days and two nights it emptied -
Pathrick Bohunnan of the Long Acre, thinkin to
soothe and comfort him by tcllin him there wasn't
any danger of his dvin' than of his (Big Path
rick CROWN wings, and flynn up to Heaven
them, and the gathcrin III the house all inCorSn
Biz Pathrick's words. and backn' him up-Phil at
took six shrong to hold him; for he tossed and
to get up, with the eyes of him flashing fire
and to get out OF bed and bait Big Pathrick
And when they held him down in spite of himself
he ordered Big Pathrick for to go home and mind
his business, and neither come back there to
wake funeral And" says he, flashing his eyes
round the house, 1.-THE individual of youse that
comes in here to persuade that m gOin live
II get up and don't care if he's as big a
tain III thrash him within inch of his life and
when he's gon' out of the doore he'll hardly know
whether it's his head his feet's first. There's for