The evening Argus., 1866-06-15

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delight, wagging his tail with tremendon.
velocity, barking all the while in ranid trem.
ors OF Joy. was 30 pleased to find his name
was Bran that ran across the fields all the
way home; l not firing of calling Bran
Bran and he barked furiously at eyerv call
and jumping at every call, to kiss NV hands
AT length he caught the parcel was carry.
ing and dashed ahead, throwing it nm onee
or twice to catch it again in bis mouth. try.
Ing 70 inclte me to get it from him, but he
got home first, and carried my now thick
shoes to my father. followed in a few min.
u.es, laughing and excited. why, father,
have found It's name; did you ever hear of
dog named Bran p 'Brans Why, of course.
Allie; Bran was a celebrated dog-second OF
the can,ne worthless. Bran was the compan.
ion of Fingal'
You shall read about him tonight in nv
Irish Legends l remember too that there
is an account OF him besides in the Legends
of County Clare How funny it is that the
story there of his final disappearance con-
trasted strangely with his appearance here
1t is ascsrtained, if I'remember the legend
rightly, that. having chased snox-white
hare for many hours, Bran sprang after it in
to small lake. The deer vanished on touch
ing the water. A beautiful lady appeared in
it's stead. laid her hand on the dogs head
and submerged him forever; and the cliff
from which he sprang is called Craig
Bran
How splendid, father, that this dear old
fellow is called Bran. Why, it is the same
dog of course-I see it all. He SWAN after
sinking in the lake, under the banks, through
q long cave of water; that took bim years
How long ago is it-a century? Well, it
took him years and years and then he came
ont INt0 the nH tho waat nhore of
Ireland, and emigrated, as every one does
| from that country and came out here. No
wonder he was so tired; Scotch girl-and
Fingal his master, really Scotchman wasn't
he father ?-put her hands round his dear
| body and rescued him. How splendid! And
| we must call the sea shore here: Saved
| Craig Bran !
From that time two more attached and
| sympathizing friends than Bran and l never
| existed. IL was knight and lady. He so de-
voted to my service always so generous, so
considerate, so brave, feeling perfectly Sc
| cure in his guardianship happy in his com
| psny; proud too of his great powers and
courage in so chivalric knight.
| Bran dear Bran you lie buried now
| On that same seaside spot. Five year ago,
| you laid your noble head, gray and feeble in
my lap as we sat on that same Eastman pton
Beach, and, with last graceful wag. and
| long, SOFT dream like moan, your eyes fading
| on mine the while your life went out For
the frs. time on that beach | wept, and as
| one may weep for such nrfriend; and thsre,
| now as [ write, know the roll of the surf
chants your grave, for there was one whom
| you lost once but found again, whom you
| loved as we'll as me, who had carried your
| own dear body to the beach that day, and
! who laid you afterwards In a grave as en-
deared as those in the Easthampton church.
| yard, close to the surf, on Save-Craig-s-
| Bran.
| The second summer after Bran was given
| to me by sea was really gay in Eastman pson
| There were more nice people there than ever
| before-from New York. Phiade phia and
| Baltimore. One evening l went up to the
! hotel to hop, which was expected to be the
| gayest of the season | had been dancing
| and, bsing very warm, asked my partner to
| get me seat near the window. The steady
| breeze in passing lett some of its frechness
where l sat- | could hesf the crckets and
| katydids could see the grass silvered with
| the dew moonlight = enjoyed that, aud
| yet could hear the bright con sersation of my
| com panions, aud the laughter and olstter In
| the ball room, and be at are of the dust and
neat the many fickering candles that sur
| rounded the crowd. | was on it's outskirts,
| and could ignore at will its clamor and jan
| gle for the deep booming ocean. do not
know if | was not grown deaf to the former
and only conscious TO the latter, when heard
q voics-it was Mrs. Ralsson' 's--say. 'Alics,
| you and Mr.. Grant seem oblivious to quad
rifles and polkas ; and as | turned from the
window she continued Il wish to introduce
you to Miss Macdonsld, Mr. Man. |
could not hear the name distinctly, but an
agreeable figure was bowing before me.
| As the face was lifted | saw my vision OF
| the nj ght of the storm-mv constant compan
| ion, in spirit and fancy, of the last two years
| in human body and expression. My emo
ton surged through me, bringing astonish
ment fear and delight. Whether my COM
| panion talked TO me for five minutes or one
hour, do not know. | did not faint, but the
scenes about me were q blur-the sounds q
| hum. The first words of his understood, al
| the shock wore off were Miss Macdonald,
fear you are not well; you have grown sc
pale; may get you glass of water No, |
| thnak you,' answered. 'but if you will take
| me to my father, who is probably on the peaz
za,I will 60 home do not feel WE'LL As We
went toward the door, Mrs. Ralston came up
and said why Alice, surely you are mo-
going 30 early; why, l have something tc
tell you first The gentleman handed me to
my father, bowed and withdrew. II You part
ner, Ia he not handsome? have known him
for several years. but he only arrived here
to day. l was talking with him when he
saw you sitting in the window, and immedi.
ately, as he caught sight of you, he looked al
il he had seen spirit, and exclaimed in ths
most theatrical manner: Gracious heavens
how strange! and then he apologized TO me
Excuse my emphasis, Mrs. Ralston but th,
face in that window astonishes me by like
ness to one which / saw two years ago under
very remarkable circumstances please in
troduce me to that young lady She hurredly
whispered that information, and, as she kiss
ed me good night, added: 1t is very strange
is il not, Alice 2
The form which had visited me at night
but when was fully awake, and which ap
pearsd SO tangible and impressive two years
ago, that associate existence, twin compan
ions of my life since tina. night; the real
living bsingswho had conversed with me JUS
now in the ball room-all those were one
that | knew. The fact had the terror of
mystery it was enchanting To understand
or explain it could not; yet it monopolized
all my thong g1ts-filled me with dread ys
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