The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1853-06-23
THE LITTLE EMIGRANT.

Carry O'Moore. they called her-the stout
couple to whom she was child, fortune, eve
rything. called her mavourneen--a name
according to their different tastes, named her
pet" Lilly" bird" and sweet lovcwords
that suited well her gentle nature.
Carry O'Moore. she was the light of that
ships company. Not one of her coarse
countrymen, rich in brogue and blouse, but
took his smoky pipe from his lips to give
Garry word of endearment Even the old
cook, a stumpy, dumpy fellow, with tenn
per as crooked as his tongue-and that was
Dutch-let his face down into the edge of a
good natured smile. every time she thrust
her sunny face into the old caboose
Among the passengers in the good ship
"Speed Eagle were two childless old peo-
| pie. Under the shadow of an awful dignity
they looked out upon the little world around
them. with high bred composure, in which
was concentrated the very quintessence of
aristocracy. They were rich, proud and OF
high family. That was the reason why,
when every eye sparkled Mt the innocent
pranks OF carry O'Moore, they never let
the child more than touch the hem of their
garments But one day Garry was irresist-
ible. She would slide up to the old couple
i own | encouraged her-and peep out OF
the edges of her blue eyes, holding on one
side her beautiful head, till the long, bright
lashes ever pencilled the soft arching eye
brows. | noted, every time she shook back
those golden tresses-she had true English
beauty, flaxen hair and pink and white COM
plcxion-thcir eyes followed the tremulous
a. bn 4 ba
of the curls Presently small, white, un-
gloved hand was outheld, and Carrys dmp-
led fingers nestled in the half doubling
clasp.
III did not notice that the child was so
beautiiul," said the old lady, losing her gem
cral air of composure, as she turned to her
husband. Then again she bent down, look
ed searchinely into those glorious eyes, ven
tured to stroke back the silken locks, and
giving her husband another mysterious look
said,
"Does she not make you think Of"
s.For heavens sake!" interrupted her hus-
band, ssay no more The thought struck me
too-but that one so far beneath her-a little
Irish beegar, or at best bog-chld, should
bear any resemblance to our lost darling
the thought is insupportable. And he turn
ed away with the pride OF twenty noble gen
erations mantling his lofty brow.
Notwithstanding this "holy horror" the
child seemed every day to win nearer and
surer place in the hearts of the aged couple.
The old man grew quite uneasy if the beau
titu smile failed to greet him as often as he
asccnded from the cabin. noticed, also,
some little luxury added from time to time
to the scanty wardrobe of the pretty Garry;
and at last, some few days before we came
i'm sirht of land, she was constantly near
them won, as children are, by playthings
and gifts that enhanced her wonderful beau
ty. Among the latter, was a little blue silk
hat, with a delicate gossamer feather, that
looked as if it might have been locked away
as some precious mcmento; and little hght
crimson scarf, with pair of blue shoes
To see her tripping along in her new attire,
so pleased, so childishly proud, gave sort
of quiet happiness to every one on board.
At length came long conferences between
the stout, smiling, Irish mother, and the
naughty old couple.
After every interview, each party seemed
sadder: and the young mother often came
away with red eyes.
could imagine to what all this was tend
ing, but | was not prepared for the issue
when it came, for learned that these Irish
parents had given away their little girl, and
the necessary papers having been signed,
she was no longer in their possession
own was startled and felt as much indigna-
ton at the act, as grief for the mother, who,
after the last preliminary was gone through,
fell upon her husbands shoulder, exclalm-
ing
10 Dennis, Dennis, We should not have
persuaded me to this-my own one-my wee
one--my hearts own life and love--oh'
Dennis, I'll never be happy AGAIN.
| To which he answered her with soothihg
words, whispering that in the love and care
of their new born babe, she would lind sol
ace. And then their daughter would be
L lady, rich educated--what had they to give
her! How could they turn aside the tempt
atoms that might be thrown around Their
beautiful one!
But the mothers heart would not be COM
Corted; she grew pale and spritless; and
the day of landng-whcn the little one was
cared for wholly by her foster parents--When
the magnificent carriage drove up to the dock
when the child, ignorant of her destiny
,,.o., ,l.cad within. held out her little hands