The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1909-08-14

name is Cassidy" he repeated with q
smirk. $50 you're not my mother,
is it? Willie is me brother and Mag
gle isn't? | knew the last half OF
that before. We're all poopils, are
we? All right. mother-that is to say,
Mrs. Tipperary. You're the boss and
if you said my name was Dinnis I'd
have to take it with thanks. Only
please let me know when the game
is over"
Maggie refused to accept her new
lineage and threatened to run away.
In the meantime she wept copious
tears. AS for Willie, the six-year-old,
ne received the tidings with stole un-
concern. Tommy was still his brother
that was all he cared about.
That night Tommy stood in the hall
way when Officer Mulligan, resplen-
dent in the blue uniform and brass
buttons Of his calling. entered the
vestibule and rang the Tipperary bell
That cop is off'n his beat comment
ed the astute boy. eff the roundsman
comes around he's in fer it. But my
name is Cassidy"
The next night the visit was re-
peated, and yet the next; and yet
many succeeding nexts. His court
ship was progressing smoothly. Inc
widows ruse was working like the
proverbial charm.
In the hallway below stood Tom
my smoking a cigarette. That's
fancy stunt" he unused. Hes been
six times off'n his beat and six times
he's been up to our floor Guess he's
keepin' comp'ny with my MOTHER
mean Mrs. Tipperary as used to be
my mother. But my name Is still
Cassidy. He pushed me outen the
way tonight. l guess he don't like
kids. It's all in the game, though,
So Tommy smoked away and patent
ly awaited developments.
Three days afterward the entire fiat
learned that the Widow Tipperary
was engaged to be married to the
handsome Mulligan. Tommy alone
disapproved of the alliance. This
school business is n. g." was MS
comment. "He don't like us, that's
plain. l deersay when ma, meaning
Mrs. T., is married, they'll be turn
in US out and tryin' to send US home.
Home! | wonder where the Cassidys
live. AS fer Mulligan, I'd give
nickel to call him pa jes' once and
see how he'd take it,
The next day was Friday. Tommy's
recollection of the exact time is dis
tinct because he remembers it mark
ed his fifteenth summary dismissal
from school. This time he had been
caught in the act of carving carica-
ture of a policeman on the top OF
his desk. He was marched out OF the
school and commanded never to re-
turn
When he reached home he found
the six-year-old Willie in tears.
Cheer up, old SPORT" said he re-
assuringly. Get smile on, Mr..
William Cassidy. I'm off for the day.
Let's take a walk"
Hand in hand they meandered to-
ward the river front. Suddenly, as
they walked they espied the looming
figure Of a policeman. It was Officer
Mulligan.
The bluecoat approached. do you
know this is school hours?" he ask
ed gruffly.
II do that" said Tommy.
"Why aren't you at school, at the
wider's school, where yez belong?"
None OF your business said Tom
my CURLY.
Punch him. whispered Willie,
who had an abiding faith in Tom
my's pugilistic potentiality.
"A good chanst to get rid OF thin
while we're on our honeymoon.
thought the officer. Aloud he added,
'Tu artist both of yez. Come along"
Tommy went, smiling. Seeing that
Willie smiled too. The latter young
gentleman was certain that Tommy's
apparent docility was feigned and
that at the psychological moment
when Mulligan had been lulled into
he'd soak i'm yet
Nothing Of the kind happened, how
ever, and they soon reached the sta
ton house. A sergeant received them.
He was large and fat and he paraded
gilt galore. But Tommy did not care;
he had resolved upon his course or
action and was careless as to his
fate.
The sergeant turned to Tommy. "Is
that little Teller your brother?"
"Sure, can't you see?" said the boy.
We've the same shade Of freckles.
His name is Bill. William"