The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-11-24

into his role of the jolly saint. Me
err rest at all. They do be dhroppin'
wild fatigue. the poor fellies. It's en-
tries they have to make an double en-
tries an charges and countercharges,
an must give each wan my speshul
supervision
do you burn our letters up after
you've read them?"
do I look like a man as wud de-
sthroy his love letters. alanna, fer
that's what they are? Not me! I've
the walls av me mansion papered wild
thin, an I've autograph quilts an ia
blecloths made out av thin an cur
tins to me doors an windys, an sofy
pliers an chair sates-oh, it's an In
janeyus mind have. Sure. the shtuf
ay drames makes foine wearin' mate
rial, an don't ye fergit it. had to
build an appindix to me house year be-
fore last, an last year there was an
addenda. an this year I'm goin' to
t'row out an L, an If things continny
the same I'll have to add the whole
alphabet before know it,"
"Of course it must be a big place to
keep all the toys of the world there"
whist, me darlist. no house in the
wurrld wud be big enough to how'd
all the toys an all the drames av the
childer, too, an I'd sooner be havin'
the latter than the former amy day.
It's as much as I can manage to kape
me autograph collection intacks, SO
have workin' drawin's av the toys. an
the big dipartmintai shtores in the cit
les an towns an villidges do kape the
rale articles. An, by the same token,
I've me deputies stationed iv'ry-
where to git things ready forninst me
comm, an thin / can make the jour-
ney wild the spade av the wind
Her head dropped against his arm.
mot Whitefoot and Danny" she
said drowsily. but Dancer and Pranc-
er and Vixen. like Vixen best in the
picture. Then there's On-come-et,
and
She didn't finish her sentence. and
he. looking down. discovered the rea-
son.
1.-THE darlintr' he said. Faith, tits
tired out completely ye are, an the
slape will refresh We. Cuddle ciost.
mavourneen. IT'S a day fer a notch
on the shtick. anyways, an I'll niver
fergit it,
He tucked the rugs about her as ten
derly as her mother could have done,
though his fingers were clumsy and un-
used to such offices. Then. after he
had seen to her comfort. he bethought
himself of his own and had mer-
~ meeting with that other = quite
longish meeting this time-and he
murmured the same toast. repeating
the words again and again. with fun
ny little mods by way of emphasis. aft
er which he fell to singing rather loud
~ the diverting history of "Kelly's
Cat:''
1t was on a Sunday evenin'-Pn mine It
evermore-
Whin Paddy Kelly whit to bed an fergot
to bar the door;
The cat riz up an shook hersilf widout
either dread or fear,
An over the hollow to Barney's she
quickly thin did steer
The night bein' cold an stormy, an the
cat bein' poor an thin
An the windy. it bein' open. She
He broke Off here, his chin falling
forward on his chest. Danny and
Whitefoot, however, were used to his
ways and knew their own duty too
well to stop because the reins fell so
slack on their backs. They logged on
quite as steadily as if he were awake
1t was a lonely country where there
was little travel, SO there was no fear
of meeting any one and no reason for
turning out All they had to do was to
keep on. Presently he stirred and
opened his eyes.
"'Tis forty winks I've been havin'.
an they've made a new man av me-"
he said, with a prodigious yawn. But,
begorra. / drained me arm was held
in the grip av a monsther. 'Tis use
less an shtiff 1t is this very minnit
Faith, It's as sound aslape as If ould
Pickett was tellin' wan av his wurrld
widout ind shtories. Arrah, wake up
wild ye''-
He started to jerk his arm free and
glanced down with some Impotence.
but the sight of what rested there
made him pause. So that was the
monster he had dreamed was holding
him fastl He had forgotten the child
for the moment-forgotten too, the
part he was playing. Then everything
came back with a rush as he gazed at
her peaceful little face
"Sure, tits no stiffness at all, at all"
he muttered. whats the weight av
feather fer a man to complain av?
IT'S like the touch av an angels wing.
SO it is. an proud I am to faie it
proud an PLACED. Lie shtill, cushla
machree; lie shtill-"
But she had been partially aroused
by his attempt to ease himself and
very obligingly changed her position,
cuddling down on the seat He helped
to fix her anew. murmuring fond lit
tie phrases. and as her eyelids futter-
ed open he babe her go TO sleep again.
She obeyed without question. The air
made her very drowsy, and the steady.
forward motion of the sleigh was like
the lulling OF cradle. He began to
sing again almost Immediately, though
in a subdued key. and still about "Kel-
ly's Cat But he took scant pleasure
IN the song Half of its fun lay in
hearing the laughter 1t always evoked.
and he missed her silvery merriment-
To sing comic song just for ones
own amusement is rather dreary work.
after all Everything is better when
it Is shared. A laugh is always jollier
and even the heaviest sorrow win
grow lighter at true word OF sym
patty.
He did not complete the history of
the celebrated combat. therefore. hut
after few lines brought it to close
and began something else. Then. be-
fore he knew it. song thar had lived
IN the BACKGROUND Of his memory for