The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-02-25
GRACE KENNEDY
From the Dublin University Magazine.
CHAPTER I.

1t was raw evening in December, 1888
just after dusk, that wild looking, lag
gard man entered little howell near the sid
of by-road between Hollywood and Esca
in the Queens County
''WelI what have you got ?" cried shri
voice from the interior Of the hut, which pre-
ceeded from a woman, crouched over tul
fire. burning dinly, from the damp of til
material placed on it.
l eye got nothing?" she asked again, nc
having received an answer to her query.
'Nothing!" was the sulIen reioinder, a
the man, approaching the fire, drew a brob
en- stool to him and sat down among th
ashes ON one side Of him the female halt
sitting, half-lying, against the corner Of til
recess in which was the fire, her GOVERN,
being a thin, torn blanket on her shoulders
and a ragged black petticoat about the l0ins
Opposite to her were two little children, from
about three to five years, the younger alto
gether nakcd the other with ragged piec,
Of linen hanging about it; both crouchet
over the burning turf, looking up to the MAJ
with their dark, enquiring eyes.
After a short silence, the woman address
ed her husband, for such was the relation o.
the parties
''An did you get no work 2"
''Ihe sorra bit"
WASN'T Mr. Rawson at home ?"
Gle was"
''Well? 2"
The man made no answer but asked
where's the old pot?''
The woman spraug 10 her feet, and bro't
over an old pot with triangular piece bro
ken out of the side.
''Well honey" she said, in soothing
voice
The man put his hand in his pocket and
drew out dead fowl, with the neck twisted.
The children uttered a cry Of delight.
Here Pather," said the woman, $50 out
AM wash the pot, and bring some clane wa
ter out Of the hole-half full Pather."
The urchin darted Off
The man had by this time drawn some
turnips out of his other pocket, and handed
them to her.
EYER a good man the day, Father Kenne-
dy. We have something at any rate"
And she busted herself in cutting up the
turnips and put them and the fowl, un-
,plucl<ed on the fire, when the boy brought
III the pot
"rell us, Father, agra, how did We get
it p she said, putting on more turf, and again
covering over the fire.
''Let me alone, he said harshly; ''ye
have it there; isn't that enough for ye ?"
clad Rawson no work ?'' she continued,
changing the subject
mo, he hadn't; yet he tux in the two
Byrnes last week. lie gave me penny, and
tould me to 60 to the poor house. he added
with a scorntul laugh.
Give Us the penny, she whiued coaxing-
ly; 'it'li do for a male in the mornin'"
lie looked ut her for Il moment
Its not worth givin or houidin, he said,
as he threw it to her.
A noise was heard outside the door.
Here's the childre, she said; "let none
of yez say what in the pot"
A little girl entered, hardly better dressed
than those before described ragged cotton
frock, with dirty handkerchief round her,
was her only covering; her age might be
or u; from the emaciated state of ter face
-unnaturaly pale from the glare Of q dim
rush-light it was not easy to form an exact
idea. Her eyes were blue, her hair Light
the color which deepens to pretty brown in
womanhood.
'WelI, Grace, is that you p cried her ia
ther-the first uncalIed words he bad vet
spoken.
Yes, father dear, its me. All, but it's
cowld, she continued, getting between the
little ones at the fire.
did We bring nothin wild YEP" cried her
mother, sharply.
It's down the road, she said the sack
was big, an [ got tired, 50 left it in the
ditch, as [ seen the light in the house, and
knew father was here, an he'd go back and
bring it ill.,"
That viii, allannah, replied the man,
rising Whereabouts is it p
Just at the old milestone, this side of the
bridge, down in the ditch"
1t was speedily brought, and the contents
emptied on the floor. Potatoes and skins
OF the same, the inside wanting tho tur-
nips cabbages, bones, meal and rag tumbIed
out.
'Faith Grace ye're wondher intirely.''
SAID her mother in a tone of COMMUNICATION.
You've a good dale, Grace darlint, said
her father half mournfulIy.
San didn't stale ha'porth there. - cried
the little girl.
''Ye didn't stale it; an how did We get all
this ye bought them, maybe" asked her
mother, with sneer.
No mother, / went to a big house a long
ways of, am the master seen me first, an
he brought me in to give me bit in the
kitchen and then the mistress give, me
the ould buds, an the servants the rest
an
An what?" said her mother, seeing her
hesitate
An the little one gev me this-showing
a slNpence as she spoke.
The mother snatched it from her.
her father drew her towards him and kiss
ed her.
y e stole nothing the day then, alannab
machree p he asked.
The girl did not answer; she fixed hel
large eyes on her father, as if she sought 81
lently TO tell something.
The mother turned round
Answer yer father. will We ?-haye We