Wilmington daily gazette., 1874-01-12
KATHLEEN O'NEIL.

kathleen Is il possible that Sou ale cry ling
again? Did not tell you that would discharge
you il found you ndulglng IN this foolish whim-
periug any moreF
Poor Kathleen O'Neil had been dustng the ee-
eantly furnished drawing roon aud she stood be
fore an exquisite little painting OF ole oil the blue,
sparkling irish lakes, set III gold green shores
With sky beyond like Liquid ambrr-stood with
her apron to her eyes, ami her ruddy cheeks de
Inged with tears.
Il couldn't help 1t ina ani, she sobbed, "bul 1t
puts me in mind OF home
"IIome" scornfully echoed Mrs.. Arnott, "lour
home! A shauty in bog. 1t isn't likely you
ever saw such spot as that
.Deed did |, then, ma'am, answered Kathleen,
land many time. For we lived beyant them
same green shores when
"There. that will do, said Mira. Arnott eoldly,
| don't care about any "reminiscences.
Kathleen did not understand the hye-sylabled
word, but her quick nature comprehended the sar-
rast,c tone Ina tears were dried in their iouut
the scarlet spot glowed IN either cheek.
"She looks down en- me as il / was dogH
Kathleen thought to herself, IAN sure its the
same flesh and blood God has given to Us both.
How would she like IT, wonder, TO be in strange
land aud niyer kind word spoken to her. y,
Int ii | couli ~ ter and little Honora, and
Teddy that's but cahf yet, but It's the blue sea
rolls between uf, an. = ; NIL alone 0m'
Poor Kathleen, tho sense ot desoiahon came
upon her with sickenn% power just then as she
stood before the pIctnre ol the sweet Irish lake,
with the wet splashes Oh her cbeeh, and Mrs Ar
nott's cold, hard voice sounding IN her ear'
dts great pity to be obliged To do with these
wild untutOred Irish
Arnotts words sounded distinctly IN her ears as
she paused Oh the top step-to get breath.
"Of course my DEAR said Mrs. Tudor Audor,
svmpatheticay, they re bad, thoroughly bad the
whole lot OF them, I'd send them all back TO their
native country II it lay in my power"
Il wish they were all at the bottom OF tie sea,
said Mrs Arn0lt, "and then, perhaps, we would
nave some chance to employ Swedes or Chinese,
or somebody that would at least earn their bread
Is that YOU KathletnP Why don't YOU brng III
,hs ice water at once. instead OF dawlms thero,
Kathleen obeyed, but the dreary, homcsick
feeling that thrilled through all her puslses Can
hardly bo descI Iibed
ali was only ut home again,' she thought
.s vbere the poorest and the meanest have q kind
word for each other! They scoTn and hate me
here and sure, I've tried TO do my best, but the
lady has u hesrt oi stone, and even the little
chndren in the nursery, with their FreRch maid
make iuu OF Irish kathleen.'
And the lonely exile wept herself to sleep en-
her solitary pillow that night. 1t was mere
closet of a roon without light or ventilation, thai
she occupied Mrs. Atuott thought that any place
was good enough for Kathleen : the bed was har,
aud insutficlentiy provided with cothlns but al
Mrs. Arnott carelessy observed, 1t was no doub
great deal better than She was accustomed t
az home Aud she had Just paid to Isaacson 4
Co. a thousand dollars apiece for draping he
drawiug-room windows with lace and brocatelle-
so of COURSE there was nothing lett for such
triHe as ths comfort of her servants.
"Is Kathleen sick, mammal little julia Ar
mott asked one day; "she cries SO much aud look
so whitep"
Mr.. AInott, q stout built, good -natured man o
torty or tbereabouts, glanced up from MS paper
aWhat does the child mean, lucretiaE he AS ie'
OF hi. wife. al hope yon look a little after you
girls"
nOf course | do" she said, sharply. " kath
lern IS silent sullen thing, and shall discharg
her next month. Nataha has cousin who want
the place.
"Hss she any friends IN the county, Kathleen
meang"
"Not that know Of
.Seems to me wouldn't discharge her, ther
IL would be rather hard, unless she Is guilty c
some fault"
Mrs. Arnott bit her lip.
uGantiemen understand nothing oi the man
agement Of n household" said she, tartly. "Thes
sirls hayn't our sensitive natures, either The
are quite used to knocking around the worlt
Are you going down town now ?
"Yes"
81 wish yoa'd stop and ask DIR. Hart to sto
here this morning little Clarence Is ieVel
ish."
Anything serious ?"
~ hope not, +" the mother answered, but
always like to take these things In time" :,
DIR. Hart leaned over Clarence's little crii
he involuntarily uttered the name OF ml
lignant type Of fever, just then raging In III
city
81 wish you had sent for me before. l lei
1t Is too late to secure the exemption OF yo'
other little ones. But with constant care