The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1907-03-20
FINDS THE BABY.
But He Had Grown up and Drives
a Hack
READS like FICTION.

America and Finds His Brother
by Advertising in the Newspapers
For Him.
Forty years have rolled by since
the day big Dan Carrigan swung his
baby brother Mike to perch upon
his shoulder, kissed him goodbye,
and left the old homestead in
Ireland to seek his fortune in the
wilds of Australia. The year that
followed were full Of adventure for
Dan. He struck into the bush coun-
try upon landing in Australia and
became a sheepman.
So for while he almost forgot
little Mike in the old country. There
were no letters from home to keep
him in touch with the old times. His
life was severed from all that per-
tanned to Ireland, All went but
the brogue. Then the years began
to tell upon Dan. White crept into
his hair. He was not so erect as in
the early days. The solitudes of
the bush country were conductive to
dreaming.
Dan dreamed of little Mike, and
wished to see him again. There had
been a letter once from Mike, a lit
tie bit of a letter telling of his com
ing to America, and Of being a
coachman in Highbridge, the Bronx.
One day while looking over the
plains over the backs of thousands
of grazing sheep Dan suddenly re-
solved to seek his little brother.
;. 1t was characteristic Of Dan to
act quickly. That was less than a
month ago. Dan is now in New
York, and Thursday he found the
little brother, a little brother no
longer, but a big, hale man not un-
like the sheep herder. The meeting
of the two after the lapse Of forty
years was affecting. An advertise
ment in the Lost" column did it.
On arriving in New York Dan had
gone to the home Of Mrs. Bella Vol
ger, at PIG East 10th street, whose
sister he knows in Perth Australia.
, It was on the advice of Mrs. Volger
that the big sheepman advertised
, for his brother. The method was q
new one to him, but he was willing
, to give the newspapers chance to
locate Mike.
Mike Carrigan was at breakfast
Thursday morning with his wife and
son at their home, 239 East 5lst
street, when a neighbor ran in with
a paper in his hand and showed him
the advertisement.
Mike did not wait to finish eating.
He Just grabbed his hat and left the
house on the run. The son followed
They were breathless upon arriving
at the home of Mrs. Volger.
Have you stranger here?' he
asked, as Mrs. Volger appeared al
the door
"Why yes, and you look lot like
him. she replied.
"Let me see him, quick!p' exclaim
ed Mike, and was led into the par
lor, where sat the sheepman:
"Say, is that you, Mike?' Da1
shouted, as the younger brother ad
vanced with outstretched hand. Witt
one spring Mike was upon Dan and
| had his arms about the sheepman'E
neck.
"And can my eyes be serving me
aright?" said Dan, returning the hug
with interest. There was more ex-
clamations and excited questions.
Then the two men began to cry. The
emotion was too much for them.
Mikes son also began to cry, and
Mrs. Volger, not wishing to be
thought unsympathetic, cried too.
| For a while nothing was to be heard
in the room save sobs. The burst of
emotion over, there was a wordfest
such as is only seen when two glib
takers from the '.Old Country get
together to tell the personal gossip
of forty years.
Mikes story came first. He had
left home ten years or more after
Dan went away. had come to New
York, and had become a coachman.
He is still on the box, and now driv-
es a hack. He told Dan Of the fami-
/ ly history. of the death of their par
ents and of their sister. And them
came Dams turn to relate some chap
tiers from his life in the wilds of
Australia, where a mans life is not
worth much to himself, or some
times to his neighbor," as Dan ex-
pressed it.
His was the story Of many another
man who has chosen to live the life
of a sheepman in q wild country.
There was danger, plenty of it, and
the hairbreadth escapes Of the Irish
adventurer in the bush were many.
He said that money was plenty
there, but that to get it meant work.
He became an expert sheep shearer,
and shearing time was able to make
Sl00 a week, he said. Dan then made
"a confession. He used to look too
often upon the wine when it was red,
and his money went over the bars of
many a saloun in Australia, from
Sydney to Perth. Sometimes when
caring for the herds, Dan would not
receive his pay for a year. Some
times he would not see his boss, the
owner of the herds, for two years.
There was much solitude and few
friends. Often his dogs and the
sheep were his only companions for
months and months.
But in spite Of all that, Dan likes
the bush. He will return there some
day. But first he will go to Mexico,
he says, and to Texas in order to see
how they raise sheep there. Maybe
tboro will ha Mrc 0an Carrioan