The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-03-13
IRISH CHARACTER SKETCHES.

BE ali the behring's in Dublin bay,
| bud I'm no longer young. l was pass
in ma am, an just called in for a drink
ov water, an to see how yerself an the
childer's gettin' on
"Ye're welcome, Mr.. O'NeilI.
II know l am, ma'am, l know | am.
Father Tom, God bless him, / was just
spakin' to him Yesterday, an he was
akin me what did l do with all me
money, that | should lind it out at in
| terest to some ov his poor people
What wud we do at ali al all, bud
for Father TOM"
"Troth. don't know. His heart is in
the right place an last night l was
thinkin' OK what he said to me, an I'll
take his advice. Yeh know, ma'am,
I'm man ov business. an I'm goin' to
lind you little an I'll charge COM
pound interest on it, iv yeh know What
that names"
NO. Mister O'Neill, bud shure I'd
never be able to pay yeh back iv I took
it from yeh.
"Yeh will. ma'am. l know yeh will.
Anytime will do me afore Tibbs' eve
(never), an yeh won't forget the COM
pound interest
Thus poor. good-natured Con gave
those in want the money, and received
and the prayers of a people who never
forget. He left the homes Of such hap
by with the thought that he had done
good. l well remember when coming
home from the Christian Brothers
school three miles away, the many times
l met Con on the road. He was al
most always on foot. Il must keep
walking" he would say, 'or I'll turn
into mountain ov fiesh'' He would
stop me and put this question:
How far are yeh on in yer Latin,
now?"
The second book of Caesar, Mister
O'Neill."
We'll, well, be all the herrines in
Dublin bay. bud yell be a judge yet or
a privy councillor or maybe an auction
eer like meself. Tell me- and Con drew
near to me- "wud yeh like to be an auc-
tioneer?''
NO, Mister O'Neill. l would not"
''Iv yeh wud I'd train yeh in all the
ms and outs ov the business, an yeh
cud be me successor. I'll spaIe 10 yer
mother about 1t, an yer smatterin' ov
Latin will come in handy, for yeh cud
give Latin name thin to the pots an
pans, an jugs and mugs, an twill in
erase their value. I know yeh have a
sweet tooth. | had wan meself whin |
was a jossoon, so call into Johnny
Dowd's an buy sugar stick for this"
rendering me a sixpence.
Il won't take il, Mister O'Neill. You
are always giving me money!
so the Latin is maxim yeh prowd,
yeh won't spake to me at all tomorrow,
suppose. Well, WE'LL" putting the six
pence in my pocket, 81 won't insult yeh,
bud bad cess to Caesar, whoever he is,
for putin high notions in yer head
1t is a beautiful evening in Septem-
Der, and ia the porch before the door
Con O'Neill is sitting. He is fast asleep
and copy of the Cork Examiner rests
on his knee. On a chair beside him sits
Mrs. Con knitting a stocking. Two low
ing, faithful hearts, they have jour
neyed up through life hand in hand, and
now the decline is just as bright and
cheerful as the setting of the sun out
on the western wave. OF each of them
it can be written:
20, what a glory doth this world put on
For him, who with a fervent heart goes
forth,
Under the bright and glorious sky. and
looks
On duties well performed, and days we'll
spent,
For him the wind, aye, and the yellow
leaves
Shall have a voice and give him elo- |
quent teachings,
He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that |
Death
Has lifted up for all. that he shall go
To his long resting place without a
tear BY Cabin.
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