The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1909-06-03
The Reward Of
Mrs. McCloskey
BY A. T. ATCHISON.

McCloskey's boy rose early and ate
hearty breakfast, his mother, who
| had provided for the occasion new
| laid egg, standing by while he was
| disposing of 1t, accompanied by slices
Of buttered toast, and declaring the
by amt atm enough to feed 3
chicken"
The by" enjoyed the experience
| OF being coddled-as what boy would
not?-and did not hasten his repast.
When 1t could be protracted no long,
er he wiped his mouth on the back or
his hand, stretched himself, and crush
ing his almost brimless hat over his
tangled hair, started off down street,
his mother standing in the door, with
her hand over hereye proudly watch
ing him.
He had not passed out Of her sight
had rescued from drowning, attired
as usual in dainty befrilled garments,
espied him, and at once flew to meet
him.
The big boy gasped for breath when
he felt the touch of the soft fingers,
and glanced down sheepishly from
his coarse blue jeans to her dainty
garments. But Rose felt perfectly at
ease, and was evidently proud OF &C
companying her hero down street.
When you was drownded my mamma
said you was wonderful boy" she
said. There will never be such an,
other boy in the village" she said.
AN my papa, he said, when you
was drownded he wouldn't "a been
s'prised to see you in pasli'ment-that
lrishmen have gone from the cabin
to the house afore this, an you had
just the stuff In you for that. An the
schoolmaster, wheayou was drownded,
said there was CLINT in your eye,
which meant somethin' and the dust
wouldn't stick to your heels at school
when you liked.
And the Sunday school teacher,
when you was drownded, said he could
not keep from takin' more than com
mon interest In you, you was so bright,
An when you was drownded, Mrs.
McShaAe said she loved you like her
own son. An all the women said you
was a favorite Of theirs, when you
was drownded. An all the little girls
cried when you was drownded Isn't
it nice to be drownded an have people
love your"
Yes" replied McCloskeys boy,
dreamily and after he had left Rose
he thus addressed himself:
$50 they were afther thinkin' | wus
good fur somethin' whin they thot |
wus drownded.
We'll, 1t would be cryin shame to
disappoint EN- ALL" he said, when he
had recovered breath. "l'll hay to see
what ! kin do"
Il told you So" said the schoolmas-
ter, wagging hts head, when It be
came an established fact that McClos,
keys boy was "goin ahead Of 'em
| all" at the village school
NO more than we expected
averred the united head Of the Murray
| family.
aye needn't "a told us that" cried
chorus Of villagers delighted with
| their own astuteness.
After a while McCloskeys boy got
to where the village school could car
ry him no further, and the schoolmas
| ter grew deeply concerned as to the
| lads future.
What occurred during the summer
| did not become known to everyone
but in the early part Of October the
| boy set off for Z higher institution OF
| learning.
The day he started, II he had been
| some great potontate taking his leave
the village could not have shown a
| livelier interest. Mrs. Murray sat in
her bay window, and waved her hand
kerchief as he passed. The school
master gave an extra recess to the
| children, and stood in the door OF the
schoolhouse, shading his eyes with
one hand and swinging the other over
his head. The men came out Of their
| shops and shouted 4 CHEEKY word and
Mrs. Brady, Mrs. Mcshane and the
other women made some excuse to get
down to the train.
One summer early in May the train
drew into the usually quiet depot.
AS tall young man stepped out OF
a car cheer after cheer rent the air.
and a dozen hands were reached out
| to clasp his, but the old gray school
master got the first shake.
The brass band struck up "The
Maple Leaf Forever" and a process
sion, headed by tho schoomaster and
the young man, marched of up the
main street.
What Is this all about?" asked a
! stranger.
THE new mimber-McCloskey s