The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-09-02

How Kin ys ats II 70 have a pain In yer
We'll, / have, but!
Y little diVni Ye said Il was yer back
Now git into yer clothes quick and dOan't
let me hear amy moro about bein' sick,
Inn after takin' ye down town this marnln'.
Mickey with mournful aspect assumed
his apparel, creating diversions 20 delay
the process as long Al possible-the starch
In his clean shirt hurt, and he refused "
softeped by the patient Maggie his reen-
forced trousers he objected 20 because he
was used TO them the other why.
When 1t came 10 W. shing his face, the com-
bined strength and strategy Of his motherand
sister were required TO perform the opera
ton, and when Ma ggie tied her red hair
ribbon around his neck as a GROWING
AdoT1lment, his spirit was broken and he was
I'd GEpshed and humbled TO further sacri-
| HeweveT, the pancakes revived him
eonewhAt, and aroused enough interest in
forthcoming events 10 make him inquiries:
Where are we goin' atp'
Amt | afther tellin' We onct2 On the
tEate car, and IL yer a good by I'll let ye
pay the fare and take the ransfares,"
but where are we goin' att"
yen know whin we git there. Come
along now widout amy more thrubble."
= eApnecantionary measure she held his
band all the a down and IL was only at
the entrance 20 the big Office building that
she confessed that he was going into bond
age. that the end OF his glorious, lawless
freedom. wRs at hand and slavery per-
petual, eternal, was his portion hence
f)rth, and AZ the whole horrible truth burst
upon him no stood stock still, closed his
eyes, opened his mouth and howled.
lt-was the threatened approach OF the
poiiceruzn ON tire corner that caused him
finally 10 desist ard tear stained and hercely
rebeiiious he wa taken TO the Office door,
which 70 Mickey was but another kind Of
prison bar.
Good iharnin', sor. I seen yer adver-
tisement Tor a by; here he Is. Mickey, take
-Ye want a b'yfer sineral Office wurk ?
Wis, sor, Mickey, tetl the gintIeman how
long We bin to school,"
Il do wanter."
A surreptitious pinch did not tend to in
crease his peace OF mind.
-Axperience9 Sure he's had experience;
mebbe not in this kind O. business, but he's
quick at larnin', sor."
Don't know n0thin' about no kind o.
business muttered Mickey.
An he's such a good by, sor,' patting
her ofspring's head.
Hell's Kitchen
1t was barely audible, but she gave him
a glance that threatened to start again the
overflow OF anguish.
Rather small, did ye say, sor? Oh, not
at arl, sor, he amt so small as he looks,
by far. Stand up straight, Mickey.
Y say ye want an older b'y2 Sure
Mickey's plinty old, he's goin' oR fourteen,
sor."
sAin't. I'm only nine
AN he's that smart"
Things looked dubious for Mickey, for
the gentleman was smiling broadly. Mrs.
O'Shea, accepting this as a favorable augury,
beamed complaisantly in return, and into
Mickey's eyes came the resolve Of despera-
ton.
Behind his mothers broad back he took
his stand and when the amused contempla-
don of his possible employer wandered to
his q c IL met a countenan CO like unto a
gargoyle Of The fuTies, with the additional
adjournment Of five contemptuously wiggling
fingers.
What. sor2 We don't think Mickey II
dor Well, aor, let me- tell We, sor. Va won't
find an O'Shea livery day In the wake. but
it's yer affair intirely, Sor, and IL We live
TO regret Il don't fergit ye had yer chance.
Come Mickey, darlin'."
Outside a firm hand closed over Mickey's
arm and quite a different information pene-
trated his nnermoet consciousness.
'Ye little divill Wait till I git ys home
jlst waltz