The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1909-05-08

Boyle from this hour. Ia feel. caitlln
il was 10 We / was sayin' an doin It.
~Good,by. then. Phil"
Her voice was weak and tremuloui
as she said II. Phil. without a wore
on his part. with face even averted
pressed her extended hand: and as h
did so another tear fell upon his hand
He bounded away, feeling as If q stall
had entered his heart.
He crossed the Paidrin path. where
a line Of men and women and youths
strong ones and healthy ones. were
still moving along in single file. tellins
their beads with a pleading. m%ournful
cadence that found a faithful echo in
the depths of his heart. With head
bowed he hurried on to the Holy Well
''Ye're in a mortal hurry, Phil Ma
guire."
He turned round abruptly.
"Good-evening to ye both. Dominic
Boyle. I'm glad to see ye." said Phil,
extending his hand.
Dominic Boyle drew back. 'Thanky,
Phil Mcguire" he said: Il wish
could say as much" Dominic's com
panion smiled. at the sarcastic sally.
Look here, Dominic" said Phil with
great frankness, I'm sorry for the hot
words l sayed on Sunday night-heart-
fly sorry, believe me-"
phil Mcguire" said Dominic, 1T
matthers to NE not that much"-and
he snapped his fingers-"whether ye're
sorry or plaised for what happened on
Sunday night. That's not my business
with We now. l axed We on Sunday
night-Eamon Ward here was listen
in',"-Eamon nodded in assent-'T
axed We to stop givin' annoyance to
Caitlin Dhu. L tout yeas l had a
right to tell ye-that Caitlin desired
no more iv yer company; an l tout
We that l would see to it We didn't
keep pesterin' her any more. Didn't 1
say that, Eamon?"
Dominic's friend again nodded.
AN, Phil Mcguire, any young man
who'd be given to understand that a
girl wanted to have nothin' more to
say to him, If he had a splank Nv man
hood in him'-Dominic squared his
shoulders and his face blazed-ff he
had. say, a splank " manhood in
him, he'd respect hat girls wish, an
he'd show himself, moreover, above
hangin' on to that girls skirts an
cravin' her favor for Gods sake. Phil
Mcguire, ye're no mani"
With arms crossed, ard not a muscle
in his face moving, Phil looked him
in the eye with apparent calmness,
and so heard him to the bitter enl.
The color vent out Of his cheeks,
though, as Dominic proceeded.
Dominic Boyle, We do me wrong"
Hal ha! / do you wrongl Then
me W eyes do me wrong. | was
watchin' We, Phil Mcguire was
watchin' We. not half an hour ago.
vexin' the girl again. An We did vex
her sore--I seen that. Phil Mcguire.
If you worn't worse than name, We
wouldn't have been guilty Nv It."
Phil parted his lips-twice. thrice
hereupon to reply, but closed them
again, his face growing more livid at
each attempt.
Now, | promised that I wov'ssl't al
low ye to keep on %ennoyin' that girl,
an that promise I name to keeper
thry to keep. Ye have been cried up.
Phil Mcguire, as the best boxer in
Inver, so yen not be taken at a dis
advantage II ye're challenged by me.
This is a holy e%venin'. an I'll not sin
messlf ~disgracing It; but. in the pres
ence Nv canon Ward, here, | chal-
lenge We to meet me on the mora
evenin' half an hour afther sunsettin'
undher the knowe that's by the Bat
thery, till We answer to me for annoyin'
caitlin Dhu."
Dominic, for Gods sake, listen to
mel"
I'll listen. sartinly, to yer reply to
that"
81 say. for Gods sake, hear wan
word of explanation from me"
ooh. so We think explainin' aisler
than boxin'l I'm sorry | cant ac-
commodate ye. then. Ye're the first
boxer in the parish. On the stren'th
+ that We vex a poor, d~efenceless girl,
thinkin' none dar' cheek We for It.
Here am l. that have niver yet crowed
much about me boxin' an fling a
challenge in yer teeth (bein' forced to
do IT.; an ye, champion boxer, pro-
pose to arguey me on the matther In.
stead of fight me. I'll confess meself
cowed at wanst II it's goin' to be a
battle Nv words"
'Will We. then, If ye don't do It for
Gods sake, will We have wan minutes
raison with We for Caitlin's sake?"
stop. sir. stopl II We don't want
me to br'ak this holy evenin', don't
soil that girls name be mentlonin' It
with yer lips. Again / throw the. chal.
lenge in yer teeth, Phil Maguire-ye're
witness to this, canon Ward, he's git
tin a second an last chance to take
me challenge. or confess himself to
the parish as a low-lived coward, only
At to bully weemen. Again / ak ye,
will ye meet me at the time an place
/ sayed, to defend yer conduct ~
this eyenin'? Yls. or no."
Phil. now quite liyid, looked him in
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