The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1870-12-22

natures as his, until he could hear it no
more, and he telt he must utter it.
And Madge? She had sat very still,
her face hidden in the deep shadow. She
uttered no word, nor ioiEed in the excla-
nations and expressions of pity, and in
terest which fell from her mother and
brothers. Neither she nor O'Donnel
heard their import; but the murmur
| annoyed her, and she silently rose and
slipped away. fE 8f&
He had risen as he finished his recital,
| and stood gazing into the turf fire. 1t
had burned out all its leaping glories
now, and lay quiet, the glowing embers
bordered by ring of pearly ashes The
similitude struck him. Youth, with its
passion, its anguish, its keen joys; and
the inevitable end, when dull age creeps
on. and dims and deadens both pain
and joy into grayness and GOODNESS. Was
it coming for him? AWas this fresh grip
ing pain, and the newborn love at his
heart, but the last effort of his youth s
leaping fire? White hairs threaded his
thick brown curls, long lines were drawn
on his forehead and round the still, grave
mouth. Bat-and the conviction struck
him with bleak certainty-he was not old;
he felt he was not old. There was
warmth and strength yet in his heart
that would defy years to quench or time
to kill. No, he must struggle on, and
suffer still.
He turned with rather choked 'tGood
night
"Ah, but nonsense sure you're not
going away this early, and it raining too?
Sit down, man, and eat bit Of supper,
urged Michael.
But he would not listen. With hasty
thanks he passed out into the stormy
autumn night, almost knocking over a
woman form as he shut the door be-
hind him.
"Madge! is it you? Go in. Ye are
wet and cold. Go in. Gin, my darling,
GU !eytta slam, ahui1tsh mahuil c9us
naocaree r'
''Shaun, what are ye doing?" she cried
in a broken, frightened voice, as she felt
his arms round her, and heard his pas
sionate words.
He let her go instantly.
"What am [ doing? I don't rightly
know. [ only know [ love you, Madge.
But | did not mean to tell u so. Ibid
moi mean to tell you SO II have no right.
| was to see my aoife that hideous night,
and now l must remain married to the
spirit that comes to me often in my lonely
house by the rlyer--comes to me with
the moonlight on its smiling face, and
the bleod-stains on its yellow hair
madge !''-and the fire flashed again into
the voice which had been speaking in
grave liIeless tones. ''Madge, [ tell you
it wanted but my love Of you to break
my heart entirely. Was not my life bleak
enough already?''
He felt her,fingers on his arm.
on mistake 1t is not Norah that
comes to haunt you. She did not even.
know it was your hand which struck the
ladder down on her pretty head. She is
not angered with you. She loved you
well, and may be she's leaning down
from heaven to sec if you are happy too.
All, Shaun dear -
The pleading tone made itself heard
amidst. the tumuit of his feelings, and
reused another thought. Madge loved
him. Was she to be sacrificed too to the
memory of his life's sorrow?
He turned to her suddenly.
Are ye brave enough to wed me,
Madge? Will ye dare to face the spirit
that comes to freeze me into stone Will
you, Knowing al, come TO my hreslde
down by the water? VIII you take away
the long curse of Halley-eve by proving
it was not my bride saw that weary
night? Wilye dare to marry a grave,
sad man like me? Speak, Madge'
And she spoke and through the dark
ness and the rain Rest and Hope enter
ed his soul with her soft Il will. I"
= 'Shaun," Ivan, Juan (which last is
pronounced by the Spaniard very much
Ike the Irish Shaun, are all varieties
of the name John.
/ ''Bruteen, potatoes mashed with
milk and butter.
/ "Boxty," a kind of bread made of
the fibres of raw potato mixed with -four.
"Spink," cliff
''Shale. Shallow.
'Clissah," girl.
! "Slagh-mara, the stem of the sea-
weed often found as thick as woman's
arm.
i "Ahaska," my dear one. 2"For-
ninst," before.
Farewell to you, light Of my eyes and
of my heart