The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-08-29
THE HERALDREPuBcN CITY, UTAH.
What about Daniel o'Con.


"OhP' said Otto. 81 don't know what |
became Of It. He had a stall for 1t, /
round IN an old stable on Seventy
fourth street. I guess they looked after
it."
Looked after it,! exploded McGirr.
What call have strangers TO look after
It? When Hughey got run over MS
horse starved to death IN its stall.
Cesaylia, if We knew, why didn't ye tell
me?"
Il don't know" said Cecilia, study
ing her father. You discharged him,
didn't you?"
Il did not" said Patrick McGirr
CURLY. He left me. Go on to your
party. Michael VIM win not be want
ing friends, nor his horse nayther.
Cecilia took a look at young Ceres in
the mirror. She and Otto were going
to the church fair at St. Monica's. She
settled her big black hat further back
on her glowing hair, frightened her tip
pet under her round chin and snapped
the top fastener on her right glove.
4 hope, papa" she said slowly, gent
ly and respectfully you're not going
to bring that silly old horse here.
used to be ashamed to see it going out
of the gate"
Patrick NcGirr looked at her in sur
prise.
I'm sorry for We, Cesaylia." he said
dryly. Better go on to your party. III
be up to let We in"
he was so palpably anxious TO be rid
90 them that Otto laughed when they
got outside.
Il he cid man will have the old skate
| there by the time you get back. l
shouldn't wonder if he had Mickey
VIM out of the charity ward. too" He
| laughed again nervously, for the big
ness Of McGirr upset him.
Then Cissy astonished him, and he
| learned in a few seconds a wholesome
| fear Of glorious big girls with red hair.
Don't you laugh at Michael Winn,"
she said in a queer voice, ''or his horse,
either"
Otto slovak's pierced vanity made
/ him vicious.
HUH" he jeered. Are you stuck ON
/ him. too?"
Cissy drew a deep breath.
eff you weren't so little, Otto" she
| said calmly and considerably, I'D
/ shake you. I know I could, because
| I'm awfully big and strong. But I don't
want to, so you mustn't say that any
more. Nobody would believe you if you
did"
mo" said Otto angriIy, because
/ they think you're my girl!"
! We'll" said Cissy, I'm not. Pm not
| anybody's girl. And I'm going to have
a good time, and if you're nasty to me
/ III go home with Cousin Annie"
And she Kept her word, much to the
surprise of the lively Mrs. O'DOnnelI,
whom she dragged away from the
| apron booth long before that lively
young matron had intended to go
/ home.
What ails you, Cecnia?" asked Mrs.
I
you to be so anxious about my babies
before"
you ought not to leave them alone,
| Cousin Annie" said Cecilia sternly.
It's an awful thing 70 think Of them
there in that flat"
with their own father reading his
| newspaper alongside o. them? Come
now, Cecilia" Mrs. O'DOnneu shifted
combatively, eff you want to go home,
I'll take you, but I'll have no young
unmarried girl talking to me about
babiesl"
"Oh, very well, Cousin Annie" said
injured Cecilia. with sanity meekness
/ IT'S lovely Of you to go home with
me. And if you'll leave me at my gate
I'll run across the street with you"
Mrs. O'Donneu shifted again. but
nevertheless gave Cecilia a vivacious
hug when she left her at the gate.
Poor Ottor' said she with a sigh.
You needn't mind going across the
street with me, Cecilia. I'll just run
home on my poor neglected ones. But,
Cecilia-there's a light in the shed;
what is it?"
ITS Pop" said Cecilia. There's
something the matter with one of the
horses, I guess. III go in and see; but
you needn't wait Annie"
III wait on my stoOp a minute, 4"
called Annie, and if you want me, you
can call to me-"
''Very WELL" said Cecilia, and ran I'D
the narrow snow path to the shed. As
she slid back the door the lantern light
within suddenly trimmed her splendid
young figure with a golden haze.
"All right2" called Annie O'DOnneIl.
"AIl right, thank you" called back
Cecilia, and rolled the heavy door shut
and leaned her back against it.
Daniel OCOnnell stood in the center
Of the floor his fat, polished sides
/ cleaning in the lantern light, his name
and tail neatly braided with red flannel
strips. Brushes, combs. cloths and pals
bore witness to the siege Daniel O'Con-
nell had been through.
"Cesaylia," said Patrick McGirr, with
a worried look, this horse is sick. He's
all swelled up. and he won't ate"
Perhaps" said Cecilia, Il gave him
too much for his dinner"
Patrick stared at her stupidity
Perhaps he-what," he said
Perhaps" Cecilia repeated. 'I gave
him too much for his dinner. You don't
learn much about horses at the con-
vent"
Patrick McGirr overturned a bucket
and sat down upon it. He looked at the
barrel-like shape of Daniel O'COnneH,
and avoiding Cecilia's grave young
eyes bit on his gnarly knUclzles to keep
back the great laugh that rose in his
chest
so" he said, you were the bye that
fed him?''
Yes" said Cecilia, I'm the boy that
fed him. I gave him plenty every time
L went, because I thought you might
find out and stop me-"
I wouldn't have stopped you" said
| Patrick McGirr, the great laugh gone
far from him. "Cissy, does Michael
know We did this?''
Cecilia came over and laid her arm
around Daniel O'ConnelTs shiny neck.
Never mind about me, Pop" she
said; when you go over to see him,
tell him you looked after Daniel O'Con-
nell. Thatu please him, know"
But you've got to go to the hospital
with me, Cissy. Don't you want to see
| Michael?"
''The nurse let me look at him once, -
said Cissy, "the day when he was