The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-06-28

me bad; and sure, Father. you're as big
child as ever you were in County
Carlow, when We had TO keep you wild
out penny in your pocket so that
you'd not give away all we had. Twas
a bad day for me when l left me home
TO take care NV you"
She flOunced from the room, leaving
MacMahon shocked and staring.
All" sighed the father: Il was
afraid she'd take it even worse. She'll
be back in a minute. Well Michael"
"Of course I'll do what your rever-
ence wants" said MacMahOn sulenly:
but when / think what I've said to
that gurrurs feather. I'll have TO ate
me worTuds somethin' fierce
IT'S notsmuch worse than what TT
be ateing this month" SAD the little
father.
We'll, it's not fur me to have betther
bad luck nor your reverence" replied
MacMahon.
As he rose to go Kate entered meek
ly.
Il shouldn't have said what I did
Father" she said tearfully; and II
go tonight if you like"
viii you take your vacation here in
the house," he said gently. Just don't
interfere too much with Blanca"
"Ah. and / cud cook fur you on the
sly when things got too turrble." she
said. Frightening.
And Blanca would not make too
much Roadway with your callers if you
were on the spot" said the father sly
ly.
Sure. I'm afther bein' able TO take
care NV myself" said Kate, tossing her
head. Then she added. with meek
haste; We'll. Father, I'll go now and
wash the dishes"
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fectiOnate smile, and then he turned
back to MacMahOn.
What share had you in stirring up
these troubles. Michael?' he asked. u
tell you that poor, half-crazed Pasqualc
has made a deal of mischief"
well, FEATHER" said MacMahon
clnching his big fists. Ills only that
l had a bit too much liquor in me wan
night, and / got to playing wild Pas
quale. and he won all had off me. and
more. and got me note. You wudn't
want to be i'm debt TO a dagO yourself:
savin your presence, you wud not"
rs that aIl2"
And then he wants to know when
am / goin to marry Blanca" muttered
/ MacMahon. Il used to like the child
we'll enough. but I niver thought-why
! she's not the big Nv a bees knee, and
like all thin dagos, when she talks her
tongue goes ike the NldppeF Nv a Del
/ lows A Id there's Kate, you see-sure
me intentions to Blanca" he grlnned
ARE honorable enough, FEATHER, but
distant"
well. you needn't marry her if you
don't want to, you general said
Father Kinsellagh: maybe KateH
have you yet. But you must help ce-
ment my Irish-Italian alliance by COM
ing TO pass the time of day with her
Go home. you contrary man, and think
of my words"
On Monday morning Pasquale
| brought Blanca to the side door of the
man. whose very white face wore an
expression of resigned and sanity suf-
| fering His eyes had a holy upward
cock. and when he spoke 10 Father
Kinsellagh he folded his hands on his
breast. He presented Blanca with much
bowling and gesticulating and the state
ment that he would beat her black if
she did not cook well for his rever-
ence Then he saw her installed in the
kitchen. and, with a triumphant leer
at Kate. lingering hungrily as long as
she might over her pots and pans. he
| departed to boast TO his neighbOrs Of
his daughters aggrandizement. Blanca
accepted with great amiaoility all of
/ Hates instructions, prolonged through
out the morning.
| II not like taxa your place. but milo
padre maka me-" she said once, touch
ing Hates arm timldly.
Kate was a little Modified
Hes a turrible ould divil. and ought
to be arrested If he wasn't half
cracked" she said.
And maybe you will teacha me what
Signor MacMahon like to eat?" ques-
toned Blanca, her eyes pathetic.
You're here to cook for the priest,
miss, I'd have you know" said Kate.