Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1907-01-25

At the time when the Great |
Fishin' was at a height that 1t had |
not held for a score Of years gone,
creatin' full and plenty throughout |
the country, Patsy Rogan was a
blacksmith living all by his lee-alone |
in little cabin at the cross roads In
Mullinafad.
He was, one night dhrawin' on mid
night, sittin' in his bare soles by the
fire, after he had put from him his
shoes and socks, and was smoking his
last pipe as he warmed his toes afore
turning into bed-of all nights in the
year it was Hallow eve night-on
which the fairies wander most and
have the greatest power-when Pat
sy hears, coming over the hard road
without, the sound of a pony gallop-
ing at odious rate, an with one
shoe clinkin', clinkin' as it come.
The galloping suddenly stopped fair
in front of his own house, and a
horse whinnied, and hurried step
came to the door, and then the knock
of some one in mighty haste entirely,
and voice said:
PATSY Rogan, is it in bed you are
or out of it?'
Me brave Patsy was at the door
in jiffy, and had it opened, and was
Looking out in the dark, and re-
plying: 'In troth, and it's out of 1t
I am. Won't you step in and light
your pipe, whoever you are, an tell
me what l can do for your"
mo, no." said the voice in the dark
without, 81 have no time for that /
am on a life and death arrant, an
my pony is losing his shoe. and can
not carry me farther without it's fas-
tened. Can you bring out candle
and drive a nail in it for met"
IT can that" said Patsy, running to
the dresser for candle. 1.-TWO nails.
If you want them"
MAKE haste, make haste" says Tie
voice, "or I'll be late"
Poor Patsy lost no time TIL he was
out with lit candle, and had his
hammer and his shoe-box out of the
smiddy, ready for his work. And as
the pony was led up to him he was
fiabbergasted at the wonderful small
size of the little red-haired man, and
the wonderful small size of his pony
too.
Make haste" says the little man
says he. Make haste, or I'll be late
mot IL I can help it, my goot
man." says Patsy, says he, an he had
the animals right fore foot between
his knees fore We could say knife
an was fittin' into the shoe thu
finest nails he could pick from hi
box.
He finished fixin' the shoe, an,
"Now, me man. says he, droppin' thu
pony's foot, that shoe II carry yo'
a good hundred miles without both
erin another blacksmith.
It'll need to- says the little re-
fellow, says he, for that's the dis
lance l have to cover between nov
an an hour after midnight. HOY
much is the damage?" says he.
me charger" says Patsy. says he
.For what would be maxim
charger" says he, then, scornfull
that way, for Patsy was a manly fe
low. "Is it to charge strangers that
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nails In loose shoe, would? Don
speak about charges II you don
mean to offend me, but jump ON you
horse, poor fellow; for IL you are o
q life and death arrant, and have
hundred miles to make afore an hou
after midnight, admire your grit
, says he, "but pity your plight, an
wish to God" says he, that ever
dozen miles of them was only one
When Patsy mentioned the nam
he noticed that the little fellow star
ed. and trembled to his toes. and
Don't mention that name" says h
"as you pity me-" This took squal
| rise out of Patsy, an only he foun
, himself glued to the ground he woul
have staggered. The little fello
jumped on his pony's back, and pu
ting his hand to his waistcoat poke
he drew something from 1t that il
, gled, and threw them on the grour
at Patsy's feet, and, says he: IN
good man, when you are so genera,
rs to make no charge to a strange
3 you will be paid ten fold; there
ten sovereigns, and word of advi,
with them is, Lose no time getti
them changed"
: PATSY Rogan, you are decel
a man-decent out of the ordinary, a
I'd be sorry you'd think me short
! surly about the affair I'm bent on
Q For long years now, as We know
says he, 1.-The behring's in their tho
sands of shoals have been film Il
. Irish bays fetchin with them full al
o plenty to the land, and all the WIFI
n the bays of Scotland have been fis
less; and on account of how thin
have been, the fairies of Ireland we
glad and happy, and all the fairi
q Of Scotland were unhappy and jei
GUS, and their jealousy grew great