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Updated: June 7, 2025
Bishop Phelan, who reached here on Sunday evening, returned to Pittsburgh on the three o'clock train yesterday afternoon. He has organized the Catholic forces in this neighborhood, and all are devoting themselves to hard work assiduously. Mr.
He was present at church in the morning, he said, when Father Phelan told the congregation that the nun of whom he had spoken before, had gone to court and accused him; and that he, by the power he possessed, had struck her powerless as she stood before the judge, so that she sunk helpless on the floor.
"I'll borrow some duds from the scarecrow!" he said half aloud, and went forth immediately to execute his idea. The rain had ceased, but the fields were still afloat, and Phelan waded ankle deep through the slush grass, to where the scarecrow raised his threatening arms against the twilight sky.
The call of blue skies and green fields, the excitement of each day's encounter, the dramatic possibilities of every passing incident, the opportunity for quick and intimate fellowship, and above all an inherited and chronic disinclination for work, made Phelan an easy victim to that malady called by the casual tourist "wanderlust," but known in Hoboland as "railroad fever."
The gentleman, after an injured pause, announced that he would. And thus it was that Mr. Phelan Harrihan, in immaculate raiment, presented himself at the Sixth Annual Reunion of the Alpha Delta fraternity and, with a complacent smile encircling a ten-cent cigar, won fresh laurels by recounting, with many adornments, the adventures of the previous night.
"Corporal," said Phelan, to the dog, who had looked upon the whole episode as a physical-culture exercise indulged in for his special benefit, "a noble act of charity is never to be regretted, but wasn't I the original gun, not to wait for the change?" His lack of business method seemed to weigh upon him, and he continued to apologize to Corporal: "It was so sudden, you know, Corp.
He laughed a little, ran up to the curb at the Phelan building, cut out the engine, set the brake and turned to me with, "Don't worry. I'm getting what I paid for or what I'm going to pay for. And I've got to go right after the money. Suppose I meet you, say, at ten o'clock to-night?" "Suits me." "At Tait's. Reserve a table, will you, and we'll have supper." "You're on," I said.
A matter of some importance had come up in the general's first letter from Honolulu, one on which Armstrong's opinion was desired; and the colonel, hoping for tidings of a chance to move even that far to the front, made immediate opportunity and took the first car for the Phelan Building. The adjutant-general looked up from a littered desk as Armstrong entered.
A tiny flame played tantalizingly along the top of a stick only to go sullenly out when it reached the end. Match after match was sacrificed to the cause, but at last, down deep under the surface, there was a steady, reassuring, cheerful crackle that made Phelan sit back on his heels, and remark complacently: "They most generally come around, in the end!"
Well, here's one for me, and one for Corp, and keep the change, kid. Ain't that the train coming?" "It's the up train," said the station-master, rising reluctantly; "it meets yours here. I've got to be hustling." Phelan, left without an audience, strolled up and down the platform, closely followed by Corporal Harrihan.
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