The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1873-10-18

stranded in a scene 30 bit erly at varience
with my mood, and compelled, as it were,
to drink the bitter cup to the utmost dregs
My pleading was full of the redeeming
Influence of earnestness and, | succeeded
in achieving her forgiveness. She danced
with me again and again. | saw the tallow-
faced green-grocers paid off, met the morn
ing milk without tlinching, and returned
the playful banter of the cabbies in a mood
80 utterly different from that which | had
pictured to myself a few short hours pre-
viously, that
Pshaw who can control the inner
mechanism of the heart
One glorious morning in August last
found me seated beside the driver of one
of Bianconi's long cars which travel be-
tween Westport and Clittden, and as a
consequence through the heart OF the
widest and most picturesque scenery i'll
Connemara, | had, amongst other vows,
registered one-that, so soon as circum-
stances would permit, | would undertake a
| pilgrimage to Boljolderum Hall--to the
shrine of Miss Katherine, alias Miss Kitty
| Blake
1t is unnecessary for ME to state that |
had many reasons to urge me to take this
excursion, and that | had one III particular
| in fact, my heart had, somehow or other
slipped from beneath my waistcoat-had
travelled, i'll company with Miss Blake, to
her mountain homeland it was with a
view OF recovering it, aud of taking the
young lady in question into the bargain, ii
my luck was up, that | was now perchod
high 10 air, behind a pair of & roaring
gimlets," and jogging along the roadway
| skirting that desOlate but romantic inlet OF
the Atlantic, known as the Killerin.
In a happy moment | negotiated with
the driver, Phil Dempsey, for possession OF
the box seat, and almost ere we had quilted
the town of Westport, had come on close
if not confidential, term with that worthy
son of the whip.
Phil is crooked, hard featured, sen
tentlous little man, whose word is law
whose decision is an ultimatam. He knows
every man, woman and child along the
road-!heir belongings, their respective
histories, their hopes, and their fears He
carries small parcels for the equality" anC
a letter,if good cause is shown why it coud
not travel by the legitimate course of Hel
Majesty's Mail. He has all the Dublin
news, and is regarded in the light of g &
knowledgeable man."
instinctively led up the subject neares
to my heart.
" Ne know the BIales av Boliolderun
| Begorra, do thin, breed, seed, and ginera
ton. They're dacent people av the rae
ould stock. Miss Kitty travelled wud mt
a few weeks ago she KEN from Dublin
but she was over the. wather beyaut, il
London. S0rra much good that wud dc
her, or any wan else"
coI I<,o Il, /.
well after her trip.
why wudn't she Her father thinks dia.
monds is too poor for her, and her mothet
wud burn the house, aV she riZ her littl
finger. They'll not be thrubled ,yud hel
long; she's too dawny a crature for the
boys to lave alone. | Tux Misther Crane
from Dublin over to the hall last week, an
be me song, he was mighty tendher on her
This was alarming. | endeavored &c
probe into the antecedents of this abomina.
bic person, but could only ascertain, after
a deal of clrcnmocution, that he was the
pOssessor of $ an illigant pOr mantle" and
| that he was I" a nice man, an nice-man-
nered man.
GOOD morning, Father James, good
morning kindly"
This was addressed to Catholic clergy
man, who was swinging along the road
with iaubty air, bespeal1ing hemotion OF
one to whom "A twenty-mile walk was rC
uncommon occurrence.
"Ihat's wan O. the most knowledgeablt
min in this country, SIR" observed Demp.
sey, when we had proceeded little dis
| lance d" but he was wanst bit iniircly cute
as he is-an' there's the SPOT he added
pointing to small patch of strand directly
beneath us.
"This is how it KEN about, sir-Git up
We bastes!" addressing the horses, don
let the gintleman see yez thrate me that
way; git up. Well, SIR, Father James was
on his bades and his brewery one winthry
mornin', and he was prayin' away, whn 4
a boy KEN ruunln' up the boreen erwin
murther, an that man was wracked below
on the rocks forninst we an that he WASN'T
expected for to live, an for Father James
to run to him at wanst, for the love o.
Heaven. So Father James run the badef
and the brewery into the pocket av his
shmall-clothes, and away wud him to that
very spot. sir, as nimble as roe an shure
| enough, there was a poor say-farin' man
| lynn for dead on the say rack, an not as
av nudge to wink.
| y
ahoalsyez," says Father James. '|Have
none av yez a tent av sperrits to put betune
| this poor mans shammy an the cowld %
says Father James, risin at it.
| g Now. sir, they were all afcared to sa
| Yes, bekase he denounced potheen from
the althar, an if they wor 20 say Yes,
they ID be only kotched be the holy Father
AT last Biddy ODonoghoe, WHO is always
as bowld as brass, says:
| 'sArrah, where wud we get it, Father
James? May be ye'd have a dhrop in
that bottle that's stickin' out av yer coat
pocket"
GLOW dar' ye, We ovid taggot % saws
Father James, but he pulled up short for
shure enough, whin he was LAWN the
| house, he run it into his buzzum, think in,
| it might be wanted, an forgot it entirely;
| SO he lifted the poor sayfarin' mans head
up and gev him a scoop. Bedad, but il
put life into him, sir " cried Dempsey
giving the herses a tremendous cut, proba
bly, with view to instilliug little life in
to them it put life into him, and he gev
q great sigh"
= He wants another sup, yer riverance,"
SEE wan.
"Let me hould the bottle, Father
James, SEE another.
Whist We haythens!' says his river
ence, shouldn't up his hand, for the poor
sayfarin' man was thryin' to spake, but
the rattles was in his throath.
Say wan word,n SEE Father James.
" TO ay we die q Christian an Catholic