The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07

Hes jscmp:u' %: the tops O. sthools tho
botn forninst an back!
He'll lave yez pick the blessed aure, an
walk the straightest crack!
| He's lifttn' barrels wild his teeth, and sing
in Garry Owen"
Till all the house be striktn' hands, sence
Charley Burke's In town.
The Road-Yaird hands coomes dhroppin'
in an niver goin' back;
An there's two freights upon the switch
the wan on aither track
An Mr.. Gearry, from The Shops he's
mad enough to swear,
An durstn't spake word but grin. the
whilst that Charley's there!
Och! Charley! Charley! Charley Burke!
We divil, wild yer ways
O. dhrivin all the throubles aft, thsse
dhark an ghloomy days!
Ohone! that it's meself wild all the gratis
I have to dhrown,
Must lave me pick to resht bit, sence
Charley Burkes in town.
Before we turn back, now" said
the smiling Major, as I stood lingering
over the indefinable humor of the last
refrain, "before we turn back want
to show you something eminently char
acteristic. Come this way a half dozen
steps,"
AS he spoke looked up, first to CD
serve that we had paused before
handsome square brick residence, CEN
tering a beautiful smooth lawn, its
emerald only Uttered with the light
gold of the earliest autumn leaves.
On either side of the trim walk that
led up from the gate to the carved
ctr hO1 nf nj
with its empty easy chairs, were
graceful vases, frothing over with late
blossoms, and wreathed with laurel
looking vines; and, luxuriantly 1acing
the border of the pave that turned the
farther corner of the house, blue,
white and crimson, pink and violet,
went fading away in perspective as
my gaze followed the gesture Of the
Majors.
"Here, come a little farther. Now
do you see that man there?"
Yes, I could make out a figure in
the deepening dusk-the figure Of
man on the back stoop-a tired-look-
ing man, in his shirt sleeves, who sat
upon low chair-no, not a chair-an
empty box. He was leaning forward
with his elbows on his knees, and the
hands dropped limp. He was smok-
ing, too, I could barely see his pipe.
and but for the odor of very strong to-
bacco, would not have known he had
a pipe. Why does the master of the
house permit his servants so to desc
crate this beautiful home? thought.
"Well, shall we go now?" said the
Major.
turned silently and we retraced
our steps. I think neither Of us spoke
for the distance of square.
"Guess you didn't know the man
there on the back porch?" said the
Major.
emo; why?" I asked obviously.
II hardly thought you would, and
besides the poor fellows tired, and it
vas best not to disturb him." said the
Major.
''why; who was it-someone
rnowY
1T was Tommy"
"Oh," I said inquiringly, "he's Elm,
'loyed there in some capacity?"
eyes, as master Of the house."
"You don't mean it?"
II certainly do. He owns it, and
made every cent Of the money that
aid for it," said the Major proudly.
That's why wanted you particularly
D note that eminent characteristic
poke of. Tommy could just as we'll
e sitting, with fine cigar, on the
ront piazza in an easy chair, as, with
is dhudeen, on the back porch, on an
mpty box, where every night your;
nd him. It's the unconscious drop
ing back into the old days Of his
ather, and his fathers father, and his
ather's fathers father. In brief, he
It's there the poor lorn symbol of the
ing oppression of his race"