THE LIFE OF 8T. PATRICK.
Divested of iPKondary loro the life
story or St. Pr.tnck ia not a Ions: one.
Wains, Scotland and France all claim
his birth with tho weight of probability
In favor of Wal3. The date was about
873. When ho was abor.t sixteen years
old he was stolon by -, liratos or marauders
from tho north and sold as a slave in
Ireland. For seven years he tended
wine on a mountain in County Antrim,
and then ho escaped to tho continent,
Where he becamo deacon, priest and
bishop. He camo of good family, and
the ecclesiastical name of Patrlcius was
piven him by Pope Olestiue, who sent
him back to Ireland to convert the
people. Tho accounts differ about his
age at this time. K .
I BT. PATRICE.
Some of the dates given indicate that
he was about thirty; others that he waa
nearer sixty. Before he returned to Ire.
land he had virions. Among them was
one of a man named Victorious, who
brought him letters. In one of these
were the words, "The Voice of the Irish,"
and as he read them he hoard a voice
Bay, "We pray thee, holy youth, to come
and henceforward walk among us."
After this he spent his life in preaching,
baptizing and working miracles, and ac
complished tho practical conversion of
the people of the island. He died at the
age of about 120 years and was buried
at Down patrick.
A BREAK FOR FREEDOM.
A bt. Patrick's cat story by ejvxesi
JARROLD (MICKY FINK).
Copyright, 1803, by Americas Press Asaocta-tlon.
HE shades of St.
Patrick's eve set
tled swiftly down
upon the found
ling asylum. The
rain was fall-
1 JS rr
4 VAHu k ureuruy. ine
i fly i fh S I'fv wind seemed to
I'M H4M Bih antl Rob th
words, "The Hi
bernians will get wet tomorrow." The
doors had been closed for the night; the
200 boys had eaten supper and at 0
o'clock had been sent to the dormitories
at the big building's top. Tho boys had
gone to bed, the keepers had ma'do tho
nnai tour or examination, and all the ,
iuimuungs Biept save wife-lit eyod Mi
chael Ryan, of whom one keeper had
said:
"You never know what t'ue little rased
will do next."
Ilichael had lived his life of twclvo
years in absolute freedom. For weeks
at a time ho had not slept in a bed, choos
ing tho piers and doorways of the busi
ness houses rather than tho abuse and
contumely of his homo. And now that
he was shut up in a big stone building
the native desire for freedom made his
spirit chafe at confinement as a young
tiger gnaws at his bars.
And as he lay there in the darkness it
occurred to little Mike that tomorrow
was "St. Patrick's Day tho day when
the streets were filled with xnarohing
regiments of men; when musio pulsated
on the air; when gayly decorated horses
pranced and cheers aroused echoes in
the long brick, canyonlike streete. Mike's
cheeks flushed as he remombered previ
ous St. Patrick's days, when he had par
ticipated in the festivities and, gazed in
ecstasy upon the flying banners. But
this year he reflected angrily that grim
walls shut him in on all sides; that
watchful keepers were ready to shut off
any attempt to escape.
But hope came to him. Perhaps, after
all, he might escape. He had sat up in
the gallery of a Bowery theater and had
een Monte Cristo cut his way through
fourteen feet of solid rock and then
thrown over a cliff a hundred feet high
in a bag. And still Monte Cristo es
caped. Why couldn't he do it? With
beating heart he sat up in bed. A crim
inal confined for life never longod for
liberty more sincerely than did that for
lorn waif. He reflected that he was in
. the top story of the building, at least
sixty feet from the ground. He could
hear the fierce March wind driving the
rain against the windows in sharp gusts.
Still this did not dampen his enthusi
asm. He would brave much more than
a wetting to get outside the wall and
walk behind the procession. But he
must have assistance. Who could he
get to help him? There were plonty of
boys who would liko to oscape, but fow
Who had tho nerve to attempt it. He
mentally rejected them all but Patsey
Flaherty as lacking in some characteris
tic necessary for tho undertaking.
'Ha, he's just the lad," muttered Mike
to himself. Patsey slept on the other
side of the dormitory. So Mike got out
of his bed, with bare feot, and dropping
on his knees crept softly until he reached
Patsey's bed. The boy was sleeping
peacefully. One grimy hand was thrown
outside the quilt. This Mike seized gen
tly and began to squeeze it. Patsey
moved uneasily and then awoke. He
was frightened and would havo cried out
In alarm had not Mike put a hand over
his mouth. Mike muttered:
"Keep quiet, Patsey; it's only ma."
"What do you want, Mike?" whispered
Patsey. .
"Do you want to see de purcessionr
asked Mike. "What purcession?" in
quired Patsey.
"Do St. Patrick's Day parade." "Why,
is dey goin to loaro s out?' inquired
Pftteey eagerly.
"Naw," was tho reply, "dey wouldn't
leave a cat out o' dis. Mo an you'll go
cut widout askin 'em." By this time
Patsey was thoroughly interested.
"Who was St. Patrick," he said.
"Why," answered Mike, "ain't you never
heerd o' him? He's do priost wot driv
all tho snakes out o' Ireland. He was a
gyant ten foet high. He was a torrer
bred, sure, ho was, nn no mistake. Ev
ery year de bands goes out, and de Hi
bernians and do Land league and do
St. Patrick's sassieties ruts on dere
Sunday clothes and goes out in tho street,
an de band plays 'Johnny, Get Yer Gun'
an Boom-U-ra' an 'St. Patrick's Day
in de Mo'nin. It's great, Patsey: it's
great. Lo's go."
Pataey's eyes dilated as ho listened to
this glowing recital. His red hair almost
rose on his head with anticipation.
now kin we sro?" he whinnered.
"Wofs de matter wid de windy?" in
quired Mike.
Dat' all right. Mike." said Pateer.
palpitating in the darkness, "but de win
dy 's sixty foot high."
"Ah, don't be gittin nifty. Patsey ."
said Mike. "Lay low; lay low," he con
tinued as a head rose above the eovor
let in an adjoining bod. Miko dronned
softly to the floor. They waited until
the head sank upon the pillow again;
then Mike said:
Put on yer duds an come over to mv
bed."
In loss than two minutes the bovs had
donnod their clothes, all but thoir shoos.
Then they both got into Mike's bed and
pulled the clotlies over their heads so
that they could arrange their plans to
gether without danger of being overheard.
"Youll be de sojer an I'll be de crineral
See, Patsey," said Mike in a mufflod tone,
with his mouth close to Patsey's enr.
"well tako do bedcords out o your bed
an my bed an tie 'em toireddcr. See?
Den well slide down de rope to de groan
an skin out over de wall. Hey, how
does dat hit ye?"
"Dat s great, Mike; dat's Jtroat." an
swered Patsoy. "On'y we mus'n't make
no noise, 'cause de odder kidsTl (ret onto
us and want to go along."
leaving Mite's bod and aroinir back to
his own, Pateey placed the bedclothes
and the mattresses softly upon the floor
in the darkness and bogan untying the
bedcord. It was knotted so tightly that
he often had to use his teeth. His heart
beat a lively tattoo against his ribs as he
gnawed away at the knots, but after an
hour's hard work he held the rope in his
hand and walked softly over to where
Mike was still at work. Both boys ut
tered a sigh of relief as Mike untied the
last knot, and the two ropes wore care
fully tied together.
"What'll wo tio do rope to?" asked Pat
sey as they stood under the deep em
brasured window in the 4-foot wall.
V e 11 bring my bed over an tie it to
dat," was tho renlv.
This was a very difficult -job. as tho
bed v:;s of iron, 0 feet Ion" and 4 feet
wide. But they were materially nsietej
in their taai by a rift in tho clouds
which permitted a little light to steal in
the window. After they had secured
the rope to tho iron railing of the bed
Miko crawled upon tho window sill and
raised the santi, and whilo Patsey hung to
liis Vjt lio loaned out and looked down
ward. Only a black void met his gaze.
He crawled back into th: room much
more quickly than ho had gono out,
whispering:
"Putsoy, tio ono o' your shoes to de
rope till we seo is it long enough to
reach de gronn."
The leather plummet was swung off
into space by Mike, who turned a min
ute later and whispered eagerly:
"I felt do shoe hit de groun, Patsey.
De rope's long enough."
Then the natural fear caused by the
darkness and tho thought of hanging by
a thin cord against a cold wall sixty feet
high began to have its effect. Mike
crawled back into the room again, and
with white face and chattering teeth
said
"Patsey, you go down fust You're
lighter den I am. De rope might break
wid me, an den you couldn't git down.
Seer
Patsey did not see the solflshness of
the proposal, but he was frank enough
to say, "Dart all right, Mike, but I'm
afraid!"
"Of course you're afraid," sneered
Mike in a tense whisper. "I knowed
4 - r - m
n
J JPaT.i fl .i i ... r.
THE CRUEL OORD CUT INTO FIIS HANDS,
you'd be afraid. You ain't got no sand.
I might 'a' knowed better den to wake
you up."
The shrieking of the March wind
seemed to rise to a shout of uproarious
laughter, in which little Patsoy could
hear tho stinging roproach: 'You're
afraid! You're afraid! You're afraid!"
It began to look as if the projoct would
have to be abandoned, when tho patter
of bare feet was faintly heard on thi
floor, and another boy joined the group.
"What's youse mugs doin?" asked a
thin, piping voice.
"Oh, go back to bed, Pudgeou Reilly,"
aid Mike angrily.
'ear
ttA"rd Vale s .
"Come off de pwroh. Mike," said Pud
geen. "I won't give de snap away. Lcin
me in, will ye?"
An idea occurred to Mike. Pudcwen
was lighter by several pounds than either
Patsey or himself. Turning to Lan he
aid:
"Fudgeen. we're noin down a rone to
ae groan to much wid do Hibernians in
de St. Patrick's Day parade tomorrcr.
De bande'll play, an de flags'll be flyin.
an de drums an do fif call moke music.
It's bettor den de Fourth July, Pud
geen, "
"Dat so," exclaimed Pudgeen. "I
want to go. Lemme in wid yo, will ye,
Miker
"Course we will, Pudgoen," said Pat
sey. 'Tin on yer cures and bring yer
shoes in yer hand."
Scarcely a minute elapsed beforo Pud
geen was back at tho window with his
W 1 mmm
, CTW fin. V'-lf v .frl
"D'VS GEE 'ca, rAT;52Y?"
shoes in his hand. But the conspirators
wero too shivwd to permit rudgeen to
look out of the window beforo he began
tho descent. They lifted him up with
his feet outward, and with eager, eup
preesed voices exclaimed:
"Now, Pudgeen, hang on tiuht on slide
down to do grouu. We'll firo yer shoes
after yer.
Pudgeen slid over tho sill into tho
darkness.
hands as he went slowly
The strong gusts of wind caught and
swayed him backward and forward un
til he spun around. Mike was leaning
out of the window calling to him gently,
"Hang tight! Hang tight!" until he
disappeared in the darkness. Nearly a
minute had elapsed when the cord sud
denly loosened. Pudgoen hod slid safely
to within twenty feet of the ground,
when the rope broke. He fell, and, strik
ing bis head against the building, rolled
nnoonscioua on the ground. His fright
ened cry was caught up by the wind as
it' fell, so that it was inaudible to the
boys above. When tho rope slackened
Mike exclaimed joyfully:
"Now, didn't I tell ye 'twas all right?
Pudgeen's de etuffl Now it's your turn,
Patsey."
Patsoy would have retreated even now,
but the fear of being culled a coward
nerved hi heart, and a minute later he,
too, was swaying like a pendulum be
tween earth and heaven. Patsey camo
to the end of the dangling rope before ho
knew it and dropped off as easily as an
overripe apple drops from a tree. Fortu
nately he foil upon his feet, somewhat
Bhockod, but unhurt, and looked up in
time to see Miko begin tho perilous jour
ney, just after ho had thrown a rain of
shoes out of tho window. Patsey tried
to warn Mike of his danger, but the wind
was rioting so boisterously that ho could
not make himself heard, and Mike, too,
plumped down and rolled over unhurt.
Strangely enough, neither one of tho boys
noticed tho unconscious form of Pud
goen. Thinking ho had preceded them
over the high wall, they quickly started
to follow him. Mike was able to find
only one shoe in tho darkness, and so he
escaped with one foot covered only with
a stocking. But what are shoes or food
)r drink when liberty beckons?
Far off in the distant sky wero the
-winkling lights of tho glorious city
limly shining through the ruin. With
ager, stumbling fuet they ran farther
nd farther away from tho hated stone
tuilding until out of breath. Then they
turned and lookod back Lights were
said:
"We had a great time ennyhow. We
marched wid de St. Patrick's parade,
an we dont care if we do git a llckin,
do we, Mike?"
St. Patrick's Virtue.
Whatever oiae may be laid about St.
Patrick, all the world will have to admit,
nem. dis., that he was a gentleman sans
penr sans reproche. There was nothing
cheap, tawdry or commonplace in his
composition. As a scholar he was a
wonder, as a clerio he was nonpareil, as
a bishop he was peerless and as a saint
ho was an ornament to the calendar.
Swift and the lawyer.
xean owiit Having preaoned an "as
size sermon" was invited to dine with
the judgo. He had borne rather hard on
the legal profeeuon in his sermon, and
tho lo;;al gentlemen retorted in kind be
foro tho dinner was over. One young
barrister asked this question:
"If the dovil were to die, your rever
ence, do you not believe a priest could
bo found who would preach tho funeral
sermon for money?"
"Yes," was the reply, "and I would
gladly be the man. Then I could give
the devil his due, as I have this day done
hia children."
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shining in tho windows of tho big black
irailding. Their flight luid been discov
ered by the watchman when he made his
midnight tour. Tho boys knew that the
mounted police would Boon be in hot
pursuit, and so they started on strain.
With bruised feet and panting breast,
onward they staggered, and ever nearer
came the goldcm lights.
"Dat s Harlem," gasped Mike. "Keep
m ae dark, rawey! Keep in de dark!
As soon as we gets to de light) I'll show
ye how to giv de eoppors de slip!"
The morning of St Patrick's Day
broke cheerless and cold. Tho rain was
still falling. The streets were ankle deep
m mud and water. Over an iron grat
ing m tlie sidewalk on Park row, through
which came blasts of hot air from the
cellars under a big printing office, stood
two boys. Both wore splashed with mud,
and ono woro only ono shoe. But the
youthful faces were flushed with a joy
which inado them almost radiant. From
far up tho street camo tho blissful music
of "St. Patrick's Day in tho Morning,"
and tho littlo cars hungering for melody
drank it in as a upongo absorbs water.
"Do pnrcession is a-comin, Patsoy!"
gapped Miko breathlessly. Then as tho
inarching men swept around tho corner
ho continued: "Dern's do Hibernians, an
dere's do St. Patricks! D'ye seo 'cm,
Patsey? JIu, uin't dey jjroat! T'ree
cheers fer St. Patrick! Como on, Tatsfv;
lo's git behind!"
And tog.-'t'vr thc?o waifs, drinking in
the sweets of liberty, hungry, yet hfppy,
marched down t;ie muddy ;rejts behind
tho procession and :.;mg in unison to tho
amusement of tho veterans in front:
WepliouMuredipnismid marched and marched
away.
From Daxtnr t'trcot .-ty up to Avenya A.
Do dniris and lifts did mvot-Hy, nweutly play
As wo marched, umrched, mureuud behind da
bund.
Tlirough all tho mornin j hours they
kept pace with tho men, triumphant,
ecstatic. But such gladness was too
good to hut, for tjio mounted police
bore down upon them liko eagles and
carried thorn back to tha hicr ainiut
The cruel cord cut into his j building, tired out, but exultant. And
downward, as the keeper received them with a stern
face they looked up defiantly and Patsey
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