The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-03-06

Toms smart trap and pony to the rail-
way station two miles away, and a
smart. well-groomed. well-fed boy he
appears to be. He sits on the trap with
such an air of Importance and indie
pendence that you would take him to be
a scion of some of the nobility. No one
can SurpasS the Irish in their delinea-
ton of character. and the more un-
learned and simple they are, the more
forcibly and truthfully they can do it.
Cauth Muready is spreading out the
washing on the little hedge before her
door. Approach her and ask her who
that smart gentleman is that is after
passing. She viii cease her work and,
placing her hands on her hips, she will
look at you in surprise and answer:
An yeh don't know the gentilman,
sure that's the most important man in
the parish, and Father Tom, God bless
him, can't hould a candle to him, an TO
see him, wud his grand airs and
shapes" she continues; 'trOth. / knew
him whin he was only a slip of bare
footed Rossoon not that high and
Cauth places her hand about three feet
frim the ground ''wud the knees and
safe out ov his breaches. an it was glad
he was thin to get praties an pint, an
his eyes wud jump out ov his head iv
yeh gave him a bit ov mate; then me
an the likes ov me Wor good enough
for him. bud, begad. now he rides the
high horse. an it's legs oV muthton an
shoulders ov beef. pies an puddin's, an
lemonade and his praties peeled. l
heard he wouldn't dirty his hands peel
in them. Yis, l tell yeh, it's the quality
he goes in for now, an he's THROWN his
eyes at Julia Cassidy. the publican S
daughter, wud her feathers an gran
der Yis." Cauth went on, waxing
wrath, twas only Yesterday Jim Soul
ly was telrdn me that Mister Joe Hur-
ley, av yeh PLACE, aXed Father Tom TO
get him a tall hat Wud a cOckade. like
the colonel'S coachman. There. now, I'm
neglectin' me clothes, bud the thought
ov Joe Hurley makes me blood bile"
Cauth Mulrcady's sketch of Joe Hurley
was true to life. A few years before
Joe was but a barefooted gossoon
tramping about the bog. Father Tom,
knowing Joe TO be smart, took him into
his employment. with the result that
he was his right hand man now, and to
Joe. Father Tom left the complete con-
troll of the yard and farm and other
such mundane matters.
Ought we sell the cattle, Joe?"
Ought we drain the farTn?" Ought
we get the pony cllpped?" Ought we
bring in the hay?" Such was Father
Toms method of procedure with Joe.
or boys of the village, and his spare
time he spent drumming away at an old
fiddle In the evening, after his day
work. Joe would don his best suit of
clothes and. with stick in hand he
would pass CassSdys public house,
casting sleeps eyes at the win
dows to see if Miss Julia were
there Ryan the peeler was also
a claimant for Miss Julia's hand, and it
Ill. y1F
courtship of the two rivals. Joe Hurley,
dressed to the knocker, would come
along whirling his stick and casting
side chances at the door and windows
of the public house. and if he saw but
q glimpse of Cassidy, the owner, it was
an excuse for him to stop and say:
Good day. Mister Cassidy, an how's
al your care? / hope yerself is WE'LL
quite well. thank yef. Hurley.
Every time see yeh, Mister CASH
DIV. it's younger lookin yer gettin' not
wsthstandin' the ware and tare. an
Father Tom was just sayin' yesterday.
an me comm homo from the station,
that yeh wor a wonderful man ov yer
age an yeh must be nearin' forthy
now" Cassidy was sixty at least.)
I'm a bit older. Hurley. a bit older,
but not much, an 1 hope I'll live to see
Ireland free yet
"Troth. yeh viii. an iv I'm not mis-
taken yen be wan ov the min to free
her. I was readin' yer speech that yeh
made at the last meetin' ov the league,
an fv anything will liver brighten the
British government that speech will.
I'm gettin' ii off by heart
Il spent three weeks over that speech,
Hurley. an 1 put into it every ounce Of
me brains"
THE best .ov it all. to my thinkin
Mister Cassidy, was thee non-possumus
part" Here Joe drew a little nearer to
Cassidy AN the hiding, too. was as
good as Gladstone's ever was. Tell me,
Mister Cassidy, bad cess to me. ] was
nearly forgettin', bud how is Miss Jul
lia?"
Miss Julia. whin 1 saw her last, Hur-
lev. twas at dinner time, an she ate
more than ever, so think there's moth
in wrong wud her health"
Tell her was akin for her, Mister
Cassidy. an that / have just half ov
Moore's poem, Loves Young Dream,
learned on me fiddle"
That's all right, Hurley, in its way,
bud what use is Loves Young Drame'
~ We have nothin' to boil the pot. I'd
rather have loves auld Drame any day,
vud a. few hundred behind it. than
loves young drame wud not as much as
a penny piece. Good day, Hurley, I'm
busy
Good day. Mister Cassidy" and poor
Joe Walked away with a heavy heart.
RYAN, the peeler, comes along soon
after Joe's departure with a slow, mar
tial step, and straight as a telegraph
pole. He. too. knows q little of music,
for he plays the concertina during his
snare moments. He stands on the foot
path opposite Cassidy's public house
and though it is against the regulations
he breaks out into whistling:
can a body kiss a body,
Coming through the rye"
Which whistle is answered by Jim
Scully. if he is at all within hearing
distance, with:
"Oh. Ryan, afore I'd kiss yehr
Begob, I'd sooner die"
Ryan remains motionless on the foot
path with his ferret eyes stuck on Cas-
sidys house, and If the latter appears
he is sure TO be saluted with;
"Ye're busy today, Mr. Cassidy
We'll. I can't say j am, Ryan. I'm
lust doing a little on and off.
we had the inspector over yesterday,
Mister Cassidy. an he was akin me
about the state ov the village. ! tould
him twas very free from treashun
ftreasonl, an that it was all OWN 10
the Judgment an sound sinSe oV yeh,
Mister Cassidy, an he was akin me,
too. about yer non possumus policy.
AN what did yeh tell him about me