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The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, May 18, 1909, Image 9

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'GALLAGHER COURT was by no means a
pleasant spot, in spite of the sunshine of that
summer morning. Indeed, it seemed as if the
Sun did more harm than good, by bringing out in bold
relief the old pots and pans, the cast-off shoes, the mud
and the mire of that wretched lane. But one ray might
have bless^i itself for shining, when it darted, on the
morning of Labor Day, through a crack in the shutters
of No. 5. and felt full in the face of Mike Deehan, who
i wns then sound asleep.
..Mike's blue eyes opened in a twinkling.
Hooray! cried he. Sure I thought it was goin'
-Ml rain, and here's the mornin' as bright as a new pewter
pot And 'tis a holiday, too! Lively wid breakfast,
Wither dear, I'm off on a spree to-day."
Mike's "mither" knew what a "spree" meant, and
with so much kindly amusement on ner face that one
eould forgive its many wrinkles, and forget that her
Itair was—let us say a trifle frowsy, she took down the
tttwl of mush which formed the morning meal.
I'm goin* to my tailor's first, mither," said Mike, pull
ing on the torn coat that served him as a jacket. "A
feller must be fine if he's to 'sociate with the swells, you
Imow."
Mike gave a series of knowing winks, which warmed
|lts mother's heart. ...
I shan't be horaff tSl late so you'll hay* cousin'
^jspper"
Up the court swung Mike, his mother with arms
'jshimbo watching him from the rickety door-steps.
Ye're either a dunce, or the smartest lad in this town!"
muttered, and then she turned to chat with Mrs.
flaherty, whose head had popped o.ut of a neighboring
window while Mike went merrily on through narrow,
cranked streets, which gradually led into broader and
ttraighter ones.
Here he was at last on Broadway, where block after
ilbck of shops showed windows full of tempting goods.
Here's my place," said Mike, pausing before a tailor's
^Establishment, where, through the plate-glass window, he
COtild gaze at the newest styles.
Them's the trousis for me," he decided, pointing with
his forefinger at a pair of a gorgeous plaid material
an' that blue vest, an' the coat on that image in the
earner. That's nobby. I likes them cutaway coats, I do.
I'll take all three," continued Mike, pompously address
ing an imaginary salesman. "An' you can charge them.
He needn't think I'm that poor I have to pay on the
HOt!
My eye! won't I fee a swell!" he exclaimed when
grayed his make-believe new suit. "Sure the folks
home'd skeerse know me!"
But when he glaofed down, his great hrogans met
Ms view. ..
Up the street he strolled, and soon found a fashion
,f$le shoe-store..
I'll take them shiny boots," cried he, breathlessly, as
h» viewed them through a window. ."Charge em.
That's the style! Now I need a flower for my l?utton
itle."
'Again Mike sauntered slowly along.
»•." A buttonhole bokay!" ordered he. reaching a IterwtV
jfeop. "Something cheerful-like. That's the ticket!"
th
§IR LiGfffciJBFTJYVESANT' PETER*VON TOOTS^ |Bathing~golf, tennis, and bicycle shoes^J
i Had one hundred and ten pairsof beautiful boots: 'Woreted-worked slippers of marvelous hues)
^lflchers and Wellingtons, Hessians and Jacks Dancing-pumps, too, of bright patent leather^
jRound toes and pointed toes,russets and blacks,t In short, he had foot-gear for all sorts
(High-lows and buskins,(
of each a full store,!/
(Top-boots and sandals,
'and gaiters galore/
{Balmorals and Congress)
wrapped, buttoned/
/•nd laced
%Vith the finest of silk]
tthey were ta«fijcfl
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By CQapy Densel
v weather,
For all sorts of pjace8~andall sortTof tim
For all sorts of ventures in all sorts of clim«
[Yet Sir Lionel Stuyvesant Peter von Toots
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Was that kind of a person whoa|
^nothing quite suits
/And all day he would sit in
Vlarge easy-chair,
Uncertain^which^bnifl
't would be^ proper]
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Mike chose a small sunflower, and then he rompnaod
his face into an imitation of deep thought
"I must get some posies to put on the table this even
Id*. Send 'em to—le' me see, where do I live?—oh, No.
Fifth Avener. Send 'em there—an' charge 'em."
Here Mike's eyes shone as he felt it his duty to go and
look up his new quarters.
When he reached the number he had chosen, he found
that No. was indeed a palace of a house for Mike.
Mike's blue eyes grew bigger, and he gave a loud whistle
at its lofty front.
Now I'm £0tng to come out of my house and go to
the_the-ay-ter.
Slancing cautiously around hfm, Mffce crept up tfi#'
broad steps, and stood under the archwav of the door.
Luckily the owners were out of town, and no one spoke
to the new tenant.
With a grin of satisfaction on his freckled face, Mike
marched majestically down the steps and spoke to the
airy coachman who was supposed to drive Mr. Deehan's
prancing steeds.
I prefer walking, to-day. Take them horses away,
and feed 'en on oats and molasses. Here's a hundred
dollars to pay for the oats—no tell the stable-man to
charge it. Jest see them trotters rear! and how their
harness do shine!" exclaimed Mike in ecstasy as the
coach disappeared as noiselessly as it had come.
When Mike reached the theater a crowd of people
were waiting for the matinee.
'"I 'most wish I had me auto," Mike said to himself,
as,, in spite of his importance, he was suddenly obliged
to dodge hither and thither among the swift-moving
equipages. I'll stay out here awhile."
He leaned against the building, carelessly toying with
a cane which, although he had forgotten to buy one, was
Somehow in his hand. To the unaided eye it bore a sem
blance to a common switch but Mike knew that a gold
dog's-head was its handle, that it was made of the rarest
wood, and had cost dollars and dollars.
Mike would fain have gazed at the young ladies who
were going in at the theater door but so beautiful were
their garments, so lovely were the faces under those
big hats with their long feathers, that he was utterly
abashed, and felt more like falling on his knees before
them. He hardly raised his eyes until they all had
passed.
But when he fairly opened his eyes he closed them
again, that he might transport himself to the enchanted
spot within the theater. He strained his ears to catch
even one squeak of the violins, and once or twice clapped
his hand" softly to join in the applause.
But this was really more than Mike could befcr. He
hungered and thirsted to see that play with his bodily
eyes. He would have forfeited all his make-believe
grandeur for one solid fifty cent
"I guess I'll move on,"
one too many for me to
Besides"—as his face cleare
down on Wall Street, a-tendin
1%
Arrived in Wall Street, Mike
nook iust outside a large banking-house, and "Opened
Plenty o' honds this said he in a whisper, pro-
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tending to address a portly gentleman who was stepping
from his coupe A few shares left in the elevated raiP
road! I'll sell 'em to you for the lowest price. Bat
you must speak up sharp!"
Business proved to be so brisk that Mike was kqpt
busy for fully quarter of an hour. His brain was quilt
reeling with fatigue and when he was obliged to telir
phone to the President of the United States, who wished
to know the lowest figure at which he could sell certafe
securities, it did seem as if the cares of the nation rest#*
on Mike's shoulders.
"I'm 'most wore out with so many jobs!" said ha*
languidly. Guess I'll go and get lunch. Here, yca^
there! Stop!
This last order was to his coachman, who (the horse*
having finished their oats) happened to be passing down
Wall Street without seeing his master. Indeed. Mike
was forced to pursue his equipage Having caught
with the coach, he preferred—much preferred—to
behind, with his legs dangling down.
"A heap more comfor'ble than being jammed inside.
An' I'm glad o' the chance to give those two covet
a lift uptown."
The coves," one an elderly man with white hair, the
other his son just come from Paris, were graciously
permitted to give their orders to the driver as thougn
their own carriage.
Make yourselves to home!" begged Mike, blissfully
swinging his feet until the coach came near a restaurant
Farewell," said Mike, kissing his hand to his guests
inside, who, not noticing the salute, failed to return the
courtesy. Farewell keep my hack as long as you
please. I believe I'll step off here. Hi—i—i!
This exclamation was caused by Mike's sitting sud
denly down in the middle of the street, having omitted
to order his coachman to stop.
But who minds a trifling trouble? Not Mike. He
paused before the restaurant, ordering one dainty after
another, spelling out their names on the bill of fare, and,
as usual, charging evei7thing and when his banquet
was ended, he listened, in much awe, to the conversation
of two men who evidently had just dined.
Frightful dyspepsia. I can't enjoy anything," said
one, with a rueful face.
"You eat too rich food," answered the other,
"No doubt—no doubt. But that's to be expected of
One in my station."
"So rich he has to be unhealthy!" meditated Mifctt
deeply impressed by the stranger's words and manner.
Now I've just time to buy a present for mither to
skip down to the pier and tell the cap'n of my oceaa
steamer not to start if ther's a fog and to see if they
have sent the can of apple-sarce for the rich old party
uptown."
An hour later, Mike appeared, fresh and smiling, at
his home in O'Gallagher Court.
"Thought I'd come home," he announced. GittukV
dark. Stars all out. And I almost forgot to tell yon*,
here's a gold watch for you, mither, an' a shawl, an' a
couple o' pins."
Tne pins were real, for Mike had luckily found them
on the sidewalk.
The shawl's illigint. Red an' green, ain't it, H&rr
cried his mother, pretending to examine it.
"An' blue an 'yeller," added Mike.
"Sure enough. Blue an' yeller," she echoed.
"Now for our rousin' old supper, mither!"
The remains of the morning's mush and motes#
graced the three-legged table. ,,
Splendid pie! said Mike, smacking his lips over Inl
saucer. Now some stuffed turkey, and stuffing."
Down on his saucer camO more mush.
An' some bine monge," said Mike, pouring ok mo
lasses.
"An' some herring?" suggested Mrs. Deehan, chuckling.
"An' iysters, an' ice-cream, an' orange-jelly," added
Mike, gaily.
An enough cake to make you squeal all night with
the nightmare
"Yes, an' coffee, an' choc'late-eamels, an' duck, nvf
more pie an' cranberry-sauce," said Mike, stowing away
the mush at a great rate. I declare never eat such
a supper, mither. Seem's if I was full clean up from
my toes. Now I'll go to sleep on my iv'ry bed with
the velvet quilt on. Ye needn't mind if I gi'oan a bit,
mither. It's only dvspepsv
Mike gave a final grin at his sympathizing parent, and
then went to his humble couch, wrapping himself kt
the frayed coverlet.
Such a grand time as I've had of it! Suck a spree!
But I'm dead beat now. So ugstinguish the electric
light, Mis' Deehan," said he, and his mother nearly fell
from her chair for laughing, as she blew out the solitary
tallow dip which served to make darkness visible in
No. S.
A few groans came from the victim of dyspepsia so
rich that he had to be unhealthy'*), but they speedily
changed to sounds which strongly suggest slumber.
Happy Mike Deehan had floated into the land of
dreams. Let us hope that they were as cheerful as
his waking fancies.
And—wlo knows? perhaps Mike's dreams
ness will come true. Fo? Mike was a bright hard-i
ing lad, with push and energy enough to earn
place in the world.
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a Kttcbcn Garden
BY CORNELIA CHANNIKG WAHD.
!"JP*AY tell me why," the onion asked*
In all this blazing sun,
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Should be wrapped in seven coats
When I doi)'t need but one?"
*1 cannot see you, all my frien^*
The corn said—" I am blinds,
&ut as for ears, no better one||
Than mine you'll ever find."
Up jumped a little veg'table
Whose face was round and nid|
#I'd like to see the man alive
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I could not beet!" he said. i
Your faculties," the pea-vine cried,
"Dear friends, won't dispute
'"ifat my bud has grown a pistle,
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And I think it's going to sh
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i .sf met those funny folks again
At dinner-time next day,
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shogL* ,'Sp K
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That rrew beside the walk.
IK MoHys eyas
lay purpose grim,
On Molly's head, a cap
Around her waist an apron trim—
Audaekws thing! Then Clap!
Went spoon and basin, and she
T1 You'd best yourself betake
regions fesi occult and dreapfir
I'm
going to make a cake!"
She took off all her shining rinpt
And round the kitchen flew
I cut the raisins—sticky things!
But something I must do
To find excuse to keep my seat
And watch fair Molly bake,
And take a toll from every sweet,
That went into the .ca&ie.
coarse it w«f the young birds
,4Phat
planned this evening lark
Tift old ones always thought 'twas time
To go to bed at dark. v.*
*ft(te. chaperons ie Owls were
fkty think it is quite right
For
all the birds, both young, and
To go about at night
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TtM Wren, some rennet custard rid)
They all said 'twas a dream.
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Valuable f)elp
Gum H. SiwcLAnL
jVIeadow Lark
•BR CAMILLA J. KJOCHT
old.
Nuthatch brought nut salad
The whippoorwill, whipped cream
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©RD' a-/ittinvona f-fickoiy limb
He winked ai ne winked at hi01^
"pini gwm mil'
WKand BuZZARD-werHo W
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She pondered o'er the recipe
And murmured, line by linet
As might some vestal devotee.
At sacrificial shrine.
The victim, I but oh, 'twas nice!
For she made one mistake
And with the sugar and the spice*
Stirred love into the cake 1
Upon my coat—a tell-tale score—
Lay finger prints of snow
On Molly's lips lay something man,
But, faith! that didn't show.
Success is sweet—such sweet suecett
(Though it does courage take),
And 'tis a glorious business*
This making of A cake!
The Sandpiper, sandwiches
And broke this meadow party apt
Now, wasn't it a shame?
fi&wk fclldown and brote hij jaw.
"pint gviitt^fertrt no (90'.
^0l\,dz Wreiv &n dcTkru$k clAckcty• cltgfc)
Dey bote tfclk&t *NCC AIv dey hoftfolk baT&k}
S^y.UimCrow.my but y©u j&bl»jcki/
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lee-cream the Screech-Owl brought!
The Woodpecker would peck about
Aad eat more than she ought
Tike Blue jay and the Sparrow
Were left out in the cold
S« out of spite, to all the homes
They went around and told.
And soon a crowd of parents
From nests and perches came,
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