Half-Hours with Mercury and Vulcan 



attracted by the "perfume all about 

 the isle"? What did such a thing as 

 coal mean to any mere man under 

 such circumstances? Not a bit more 

 than it did to shrewd, hardworking 

 Mclnerney that Sunday when Father 

 Dorney made his famous appeal for 

 contributions to buy fuel for the 

 church. You doubtless all know the 

 answer. The good father had ob- 

 served that Pat had not dropped any 

 coin into the plate when it was passed, 

 and after the service was over took 

 him to task about it. Whereupon the 

 thrifty parishioner rejoined: "Well, 

 Father, ye can't fool me with all this 

 beggin' fer money to buy coal. Ye 

 know blanked well that this church 

 is hated by sthame!" And had we not 

 good oak and hickory? 



But under the mellowing influences 

 of the glow that soon was casting rosy 

 beams of light and gladness all around, 

 the golf skirt that had failed, and the 

 coal that was not ordered, and the 



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