The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1918-09-26

when he could be covered enough 10
be siacent. and he worked until he
worked his way through college. and
hlm-en Irishman like ourselves
livin' on nothing n week 40 that he
could be dedicated and be o. TO hold
high places. You talk about his being
n poor Christianr Well, he's good
enough for the bishop. who's blessed
every room In Mr. Mulcahey's new
house. I hope you'll feel better, Tim
for KNOWN that when you want
him TO get you on the foorcoT
There was q laugh. and Fin sat
down BY the stove.
"But. byes. I want ye. Dimmycrat
or Republican. TO vote for Barney
Mulcahey. the man. Now listen. I'm
going to tell ye something that hoped
would lie buried In my heart. and I
ask you not to mintion IL among your
selves. for it's hard to speak OF. Mr.
Reddy, you remember what q foine
man my father was In years gomez
Well. they turned him out from Mon
roe's mill. Your choice for mlmber
said he stole. Think Of that, byes, a
Moriarty OF Limerick a thie,l OF
course 1t was all a lie, and they found
the right man. but they never righted
IT with my father. and he toox TO drink.
They broke his heart
ave were poor after that, almost
too poor TO eat. and always too proud
to beg. so those years 1 like to forget.
One night 1 woke up. and / heard a
man In the next room saying to my
father. Mr.. Moriarty. Irishmen should
stand by each other. / have been
looking for you. and want you to be
janitor In the Neenagn block Not q
word did he say about his discharge
from Monroe. But 1t was too late.
and my father died. and today, In
stead OF lying In Potter's field. he is
in St Joseph's. with a stone ut his
head. Barney MuIcahey was n true
friend, / tell ye. and he looked for
nothing In return. Byes. don't be jeal-
Gus OF his wealth; he deserves every
bit Of 1t, but take his own words,
'ir1shmen should stand by each 9TH
err Good night. The shutters are
going up"
II was presidential year, but on
election night the interest In the Thlr-
teenth ward was centered on the mem-
ber Of congress, and the saloon of the
Widow Flynn was crowded early in
the evening. No private wire ran into
the room. but messengers from the
polls were constant and talkative.
The widow was Enthusiastically nervous.
and let many q glass foam over on
the tidy bar.
"How is 1t goingi" she demanded
OF old Reddy as he came In.
II dunno. dunno" he said. IL
done all can. ] heard Monroe man
say somebody's been tamperin' with
this ward since yesterday noon. II
the ward goes Republican It's you
that's done 1t. wildly"
where's PATTI" asked some one.
"How should l know?" retorted the
widow consciously. II haven't seen
him since last night"
"Well, have. thin" answered Tim
with a chuckle. AT FIVE o'clock this
mornin' he had his mothers nag
hitched to Dimmycrat wagon, and
he was draggin' all the old dubs In
the ward to the polls"
And the widow laughed.
The clock struck eleven, then twelve
and still the shutters were open. and
no certain word had come from the
polls. The fire bells rang out and the
engine tore down the street, but to-
night II made no difference to the
waiting crowd. The clock struck one
Outside there was wild "hurrah.
and Pat Murphy sprang into the room
waving his hat.
''IIoorayw he cried. 'IIoorayi The
Thirteenth went solid for Mulcaney =
Great circles were under his eyes
for he had forgotten to ent that day
and he could scarcely stand for weari
ness.
"Pnt." called the widow. "comC
here"
Murphy walked over TO the bar. and
In the face and eyes Of the crowd the
widow put both arms round his neck
! md kissed him