Smyrna times., 1874-02-18
MiSceIIUH 10 e o IL s.
Kathleen 0'Neil.

Kathleen, is it possible that you are crying
again? Did [ not tell you that | would dis
charge you if found you ndulsing in that
foolish whimp ring any more?''
Poor Kathline O'Ncil lad been dusting the
elegantly furnished drawing room, and she
stood before an exquisite little painting Of one
of the blue, sparkling Irish lakes, set in gold
green shore>-Sith a sky beyond like liquid
amber-s'O1d with her Aprsn to her eyes, aud
her ruddy cheeks deluged with tears.
Il c'uldn't help it, ma 'am," she sobbed,
'but it puts me in mind of home"
Home - scornfuly echoed Mrs Arnott,
Your home! A shanty in bog. 1t ism
likely you ever saw such spot as that"
Deed did |. then. ma am, answered Kath-
leen, land many time. For we lived beyant
them same green shores when
There, that will do" said Mrs. Arnott.
cOldly, Il don't care about any "reminiscences.
Kathleen did Not understand the FIVE sylabied
word, but her quick nature comprehended the
sarcastic tone. The tears we're dried in their
fount-the scarlet spot glowcd on either
cheek
''She looked down on me as if was dog :"
Kathleen thought to herself AN sure it's
the same flesh and blood God has given to us
both. How would she like it, wonder, to be
ia strange land. and niver a kind word,
spoken to her? Oh, hut if could see mother
and little TIOnora, and Teddy that's but a
babby yet hut it's the blne sea rolls between
US and its all alone | ami"
Poor Kathleen! the sense of desOlation came
mp her with sickening power Just then as
she STOOD before the picture of the sweet Irish
lake, with tts wet splashes on her cheek, and
Mrs. Arnotts, cold, hard voice sounded in her
ears.
It's great pity to be obliged to do with
those wild, untutor"d Irish. ="
Kathleen was just bringing up the tray, and
Mrs. Arnott's words sounded distinctly in her
ears as she paused on the top step to gel
breath.
''Of course, my dear" said Mrs. Tudor
Au1or, sympathetically, they're bad
thoroughly bad, the whole lot of them. I'D
send them all back to their native country if il
lay in my power"
wish they were all at the bottom of the sea,
said Mrs. ArnOtt, 'and then, perhaps, WI
would have a chance to employ Swedss, o.
their bread. Is that yoI Kathlesn2 Why
don't you bring in the lee water at once, in
stead of dawdling there?"
Kathleen Obeyed, but the dreary homesicl
feeling that thrilled through all her pulses cal
hardly be described.
IF was only at home again" she thought
where the poorest and mssuest have a kint
word for each other? They scorne and hat
me here; and sure, I've tried to do my best
hut the lady has a heart of stone, and eve
the little children in the nursery, with thei
French maid, make fun of Irish Kathleen.
And the lonely exile wept herself to slee
on her solitary pillow that night. 1t was
mere closet of a room, without light or vent
lation, that she occupied. Mrs. Arnott though
that any place good enough for Kathleen
the bed was hard, and insufhciently provide
with clsthing, but, as Mrs. Arnott carelessl
observed, twas no Doubt a great deal bette
than she was accustomed to at home. An
she had just paid to Isaacson K CO. a thousan
dollars apiece for draping her drawing -rool
windows with lace and brocatslle-so,
course, there was nothing left for such trif
as the comfort OF her servants. H..
rs Kathleen sick mamra" little Jul
Arnott asked one day; ''she cries SO much al
looks so white 2"
Mr.. Arnott, a stout-buit, good natured ms
of forty or thcreabouts, glanced up from
!'What does the child mean, Lucretia p
asked of his wife II hope you look litt
"Of course | do" she said sharply. KAT
leen is a silent, sulen thing, and L shall d
clargs her next mouth. Natalia has cous
who wants the place.
Has she any friends 10 the country-Kat
lesn. [ mean?" -. .h
Not that know of.
''Ssems to me wouldn't discharge he
then. 1t would be rather hard, unless she
guilty Of some fault.
Mrs. Arnott bit her lip. zf.ntp. g1tE
"Gentlemen understand nothing of the ma
agement of household, said she tarly. "Ths
girls haven't our sensitive natures eithe
They are quite used 10 knocking around d
world. Are you going down town now ?"
Yes @ ~ 80
"Ewish ycu'd stop and ask DIR. Hsrt'to ST
here this morning little Clarence is feyerish
Anything serious2 Z"