The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1918-06-21


when he could be covered enough 10
be dacent, and he worked until he
worked his WY through college. and
hlm-an Irishman like ourselves
Twin IN nothing a week 90 that he
could be dedicated and be NJ 20 hold
high places. You talk about his being
q poor Christianr Wen, he's good
enough for the bishop, who's blessed
every room In Mr.. Mulcahey's new
house. I hope youn feel better. Tim
for KNOWN that when you want
him 20 get you on the foorcef"
There was n laugh, and Tim sat
down by the stove.
"But, bycs, l want ye. Dlmmycrnt
or Republican, 20 vote for Barney
Mulcahey, the man. Now listen, I'm
going to tell ye something that hoped
would lie buried IN my heart, and /
nsk you not TO mlntion Il among your
selves, Tor It's hard 10 speak OF. Mr..
Reddy, you remember what n foine
man my father was In years gonei
Well. they turned him out from Mon
roe'a mill. Your choice for mlmber
said nc stole. Think OF that, byos, a
Moriarty OF Limerick n theft OF
course II was all a lie. and they found
the right man, but they never rightod
Il with my father, and no took 10 drink.
They broke his heart.
1--WE were poor after that, almost
too poor 10 eat, and always too proud
10 beg. n those years l like to forget.
one night 1 woke up. aud 1 heard n
man In the next rOom saying 20 my
father, Mfr. Morinrty. lrlShmen should
stand by ench other. 1 have been
looking for you, and l want you I o be
janltor In the NeenaEh block Not a
word did he say about his discharge
from Monroe. But Il was too late.
and my father died. and today, In
stcnd OF lying IN Pottcr's field. he IA
In 81. Joscph's. with a stone at his
head. Barney Mulcahey was a true
friend, / tell &c. and he looked for
nothing In return. Bycs. don't be jeal-
Gus OF his wealth; he deserves every
BIT OF II, but take his own words,
Inshmon should stand by each 9TH
err Good night The shutters are
going up"
Il was presidential year. but on
election night the interest In the Thlr-
teenth ward was conferred on the mem
Der OF congress. and the saloon OF the
Widow Flynn WIS crowded early In
the evening. No private wire ran into
the room, but messengers from the
polls were constant and laxative.
The widow was Enthusiastically nervous,
and let many n glass foam over on
the tidy bar.
"How II II goingi' abe demanded
OF old Rcddy as he came In.
II dunno, l dunno" he said. Il
done all l can. 1 heard a Monroe man
say somebody's been tamperin' with
this ward since yesterday noon II
the ward goes Republican It's you
, that's done Il. Wildly"
"where's Patf' asked some one.
How should l known retorted the
widow consciously. II haven't seer
him since last night"
"well. I have. thin" answered Tin
with n chuckle. AT Ave O'Clock thii
mornin' he had his mothers mai
hitched TO a Dimmycnt wagon, an,
he was drnggin' all the old dubs II
the ward 20 the polls"
And the widow laughed.
The clock struck eleven, then twelve
and still the shutters were open. ans
no certain word had come from tn
, polls. The Ere bells rang out and tn
! engine tore down tho street, but 10
/, night Il made no difference 70 tn
, waiting crowd. The clock struck one
= Outside there was a wild "hurrnh.
and Pat Murphy sprang into the room
= waving his hat
: "Hoorny r. he cried. "Hoorayi IN
Thirteenth went solid for Mulcnhoy I
! Great circles were under his eyes
! for he had forgotten to cat that day
! aud he could scarcely stand for wcari
ness.
"Pnt," called the widow. "com.
! here"
Murphy walked over 90 the bar, an
In the face aud eyes OF the crowd IN
: widow put both arms round his necI
, and kissed him.