The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-06-19

July, many more years ago than /
would care to tell. that | first caught
a glimpse of big Jim Reilly, the jobber.
Tim was big in heart. soul and body,
and the latter part of him was evident
" suffering from the heat if one can
Judge by hissslow gait and a plentiful
application of a large red handkerchief
20 his brow. Jobbers, and by the word
lobber 1 mean man who deals in cat
lie and pigs. are as a general rule
ieShy men, and Jim was about the fat
est man l ever saw. He was a ma
live. of our village, but he was seldom
amongst us, as the nature of his pro-
fession obliged him to tramp UP and
down the country to the various fairs
and markets. Jim dealt in cattle,
sheep and ponies; in fact, in any four
footed animal he could make money out
Of. The success of a good jobber lies
in buying as cheaply as he can, and
then selling his purchase as quickly at
the highest figure he can get. Jobbers
as a rule are gifted with a great deal of
persuasion and buster, and Jim was
gifted with these two qualities in a
high degree. AS l gaze upon him this
July day. he is driving a herd of about
twenty old COWS. and to judge by their
crippled gait and the feverishs way they
browse on the rich tufts of grass by
the wayside, you would imagine they
had under the guidance of Jim just
traversed the Sahara desert. AS / gaze
upon them and their owner the latter
gives a gentle stroke of his stick to a
agging COW, remarking as he does so:
''Git along wud yeh, yeh ould divil.
I'll never make me own money out ov
yeh. 7 must be asleep whin ! bought
yeh, for yer horn is as Ould as Methu-
salim." And then comes a burst of
song:
Wan winters day, long. long ago,
Whin ] was a little fellow.
piper wandered to our dure,
Gray-headed, blind an yellow
An, oh! how glad was my young heart,
Though earth an sky looked dreary,
To see the stranger an his dog.
Poor Pinch an Coach O'Leary"
An approaching gig puts an end to
Jim's further burst of song, and on
seeing the occupant of the gig Jim puts
on a business air as he mutters to
himself:
''Iv ] cud only sell him few ould
cows now, bud he's as cute as the divil
an as hard as nails
Good mornin'. Mr.. Mannering (the
local magistrate) Be the powders ov
war, bud we're lookin as fresh as ripe
strawberries
Good morning. Reilly good morning.
You're dealing in old cows now, 1 see
(pulling up his horse); old cows won't |
pay. Take my advice and buy<some |
good 2-year-old bullocks.''
Me cows aren't ould, yer honor. fors
siven years isn't an ould age for cow, |
an the oldest ov thin wants three |
weeks an d day ov that age yit. |
They're bit worn out an footsore for
Eanagher is a far way from here. an |
that's where they KEN from. 1 was
thinkin' they are the kind that wud
suit yer honors land. an after three
weeks they'd be fit for the Dublin
narllit."
They're not my class. Reilly" and
Mr.. Mannerine touches the horse with
he whip. about to take his departure.
They're not yer Glass; echoed Reil-
ly in surprise. BE the powders ov war,
they're any mans class. Why, Mr.
where's yer judgmint gone
to: look at that yellow 5-year-ould COW
there. She has back on her like ia
BILE. an head on her like a gazelle's.
She's a pure Hereford, an I'll be givin'
her to Yer honor chape. an the black
wan there wud the crooked horn, an
the red wan next her will be a good
match. See here, yer honor" and Reil-
~ looks round to see if there was any
person within hearing distance, and
then whispers: TN give the three to
veh for forty-five pounds, though I'm
osin' money on Thin"
i don't want any more cattle, Reil- ,
y an
"Tr give yer honor a dacint luck
linny, for ye're the right sort. an 1 ;
Ike to sell to yeh.''
"Good-day, Reilly, good-day. I'm
thankful to you all the same, but"
Hould out yer hand, yer honor. Be
he powders Qv war, bud I'm robbing !
neself completely. I'll give yeh the !
hree for forty pounds. AMI I'll lave it
o me frind here Phil Mcguire (the :
ailor had just come upon the scene), !
IN he'll tell yer honor they're for moth !
NJ
must say from me knowledge of cat ,
lie an me knowledge is evtinsive. that !.
hey're not dear an not chape." replied :
Phil Mcguire, putting his two thumbs
nto his waistcoat pocket at the same
ime shutting one eye and casting his
lead sideways, as if he were Judging
he levelnesS of board. bud may I I
* yeh. Jimmy. what yer'e akin his {
lonor for thin p?
Reilly completely ignores the tailor's I
Iuery. but presses a sale on Mr.. Man q
ering with: s
Give me a bid. yer honor. an thin
ven be on spakin' terms" q
I'm a man Of few words. Reilly" /
nd Mr.. Mannering strokes his broad 7
hest; what 1 say 1 say. and say for F
Yer / don't want your COWS, but ie i
gu like 10 part with them for thirty U
I've pounds you can turn them into my s
arm" 2
''Yeh might as well offer me thirty a
we. halfpince Mr.. Mannering," and /,
Reilly makes three hasty steps for 6
rard In the direction of his cows. While n
hill Mcguire hurriedly brings his
light hand down on his left with clap !,
nd the words: a
Split the difdrince, let yeh, an don't T
rake me word f.
Mr.. Mennering shook his head and
,eilly gives three more hurried steps
s If to depart. but the tailor has still
word to say, a the words come:
Divide agin" a
II won't bre word Phil Ma g
uire, for tho you don't know B
rom a bulls gt We great re- a.
ard for you and 1Jr. Mannering a
'oks in the direction II Reilly. If
L won't break gr word aither. II
hill Mcguire" and Re lily retraces his
X steps. and reaching Mr. Mannerine OF
e bids the latter hold out his hand. al
nd then he brings his right down on
II. Mannerng's right with a loud clap.
nd:
'Sowld agin. yer honor. an I NAV tell 4,