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ard to the Ml mH/OUQ I I COCILl yUllUCI Id LuiiGlk TliiG loslii )novan was leaning the “local.” All /as the sound of talking, gaiety so Irish, especially of ^^^ulleybogey. County orn Carlyle: '/>J'his ' facl=' he wore ness to conform as if there was he average. TA^ihling him, some- :t, the average quite under- 7i the 7iorm ratin' ggle for characteti^^^f\ barkeeper Iri Tri£snA ,, ^„1 Iking through the ;rnoon, on my way / the average '’'and thinking what it was. I was en- c I' when suddenly n ornrt y. Jit was such a small ha" tl'ey o«y/d'ght at first it must u , chirpy spar- —Rober „ walked card it again, and >e second time. 1 but couldn’t see a soul in sight and then I just hap pened to look down, and there he was, not more than three feet away, trapped under a small rock. He had a tiny gold crown on his head and was dressed in royal robes. “‘Come here ye big oaf!’ he squeaked. ‘Can’t you see that I’m trapped ?’ Id friend, was pol- it the far end of isastrous for o;/r talking to an old d democracy, //'deed Patrick stand- of Americans and, after saying r sense of stewark\e. farmer, walked rhaps our right /' Patrick,” he said ornmensurate M'i'ng his friend on be made in the t- how are ye this /Hands are obvioi' t, unless they *™‘led. ication. It f h. We deterini^^^^ was a faraway >/ our search. ,e said thoughtfully, ought, unless fairies?” ded by men purpose: “ThC taken aback, edge and ‘he man stand- to send out and wondered ’ Christ-control^^ he had had. t I’m pulling your less than they life's dynamicSt he more excU^y^ ®ce Patrick?” nvn lives in /^fl/teper who was also faith. In all by this time. ‘o some 7nert»'‘ing o’ the fairies, hink clearly rt'Hied Patrick. good-will. , dumbfounded look cubators of dy>'*ce and said, “Well, of Prague; il/'*ut it.” ’ -d. The moded,, ns College. “I bent down and picked up the rock that was holding him. He jumped up and stood there with his legs apart and his hands on his hips, his bright beady eyes flash ing. The blades of grass towered above him and he clambered onto a rock so as to get a better view of me. “He was a crotchety little fel low all right, but I knew better than to argue with him. I had no fancy of being turned into a toad. He stood there for a min ute, just eyeing me, until I began to feel uncomfortable. At last he said, ‘I suppose that I’ll have to grant ye a wish for saving my life. What do 5'ou want?’ “I thought of all the things that I would like to have and tried to decide which of them I wanted most. “ ‘Hurry up,’ he cried. ‘I have a kingdom to run ye know, 1 don’t have time to be standing here with the likes o’ jou.’ “I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers, and wished for a pocket ful of gold. When the little lepra- chaun heard my wish, he looked disgusted and snorted, ‘I thought as much; it’s always the same. Everyone wants gold. Well, I suppose that I had better give it to ve.’ “He held up his arms, snapped his fingers, and in a flash was gone. I stared at the place where he had been and wondered if it had been a dream that I’d had. I laughed and shook my head as I walked on down the path. Of course it had been a dream; there aren’t such things as fairies any more. Then I heard a jingling in my pocket. I put my hand down in there, and there they were, bright, shiny gold pieces.” Patrick finished his story and looked at Michael who had a broad grin on his face. “Well, A'lichael,” he said, “and what do ye think of that?” IMichael shook his head slowly and patted his friend gently on the shoulder, smiling at him as one does when humoring a child. “I think that ye had better go home and sleep it off,” Patrick,” he said. “You’ll feel better in the morning.” Patrick looked at the barkeeper and smiled. “Maybe you’re right, -Michael,” he said. “I think I’ll go on now.” He picked up his hat and coat and got ready to leave. “How much do I owe ye, Michael?” he asked. “Three shillings,” said Alichael, still smiling at his friend’s wild tale. Patrick put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a gold piece. He put it on the bar and walked out into the street. JOAN GRIGG HILLTOP—PAGE THREE Doi sF m G drey ite w identi evei oil T1 Beck lectec Dormi Mer lison >ns o iry re 1 girl rve as vis a be ir Huffi as pi ;n Br id wi] ind r Dormi ate, c presi ill be Susai rm VK espect ham V 5 reli “Free Haircuts/lomorrow”, I of" the conference i s “Sent and ng as ’ chori ;d by . IVTaro-arpt
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