Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1874-02-06
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Kathleen O,NeaI.

Kathleen O'NeaI.
Kathleen, is ii possible you are crying
again ? Did l not tell you that would
discharge you if found you indulging in
that foolish whimpering any more p
Poor Kathleen O'Neal had been dusting
the elegantly furnished drawing room, and
she stood before an exquisite little painting
of one of the blue. sparkling Irish lakes, sci
in gold green shores with a sky beyond
like liquid amber-s;ood with her apron to
her eyes, aud her rudy checks deluged
with tears.
Il couldn't help it, ma'am, she so5bcd,
but it puts me in mind Of home.'
Home = scorniully echoed Mrs. Arnott.
Your home y shanty in Il bog. Itisn't
likely you ever saw such a spot as that"
Deed did l them answered Kathleen,
'and many time. For we lived beyant
them same green shores when
There, that will do, said Mrs. Arnott,
coldly, 4 don't care about any reminiscent
ces.'
Kathleen did not understand the fvl
sylabled word, but her quick nature com
pretended the sarcastic tone. The tears
were dried III their fount-the scarlet spot
| slowed on either check.
| SHE looks down on me as if was dog :
| Kathleen thought to herself An sure il
is the same flesh and blood God has given
/ to us both. How would she like it, won-
! der, to be in 4 strange land, and niver a
kind word spoke to her? Oh, but l could
see mother and little Honora, and Teddy
that's but baby yet but it's the blue sea
rolls between us, and it's all alone / am =
Poor Kathleen the sense of desolation
came upon her with sickcning power, just
then as she stood before the picture of the
sweet Irish lake, with the wet splashes on
her check, and Mrs. Arnott's cold, hard
voice sounding in her ears.
It's a great pity 10 be abliged to do with
these wild untutored Irish
Kathleen was just bringing up the tray,
and Mrs. Arnotts words sounded distinct,
ly in her ears as she paused on the top step
TO get breath.
OF course, my DEAR said Mrs. Tudor
AuGor, sympathetically, they're bad, tho
roughly bad, the whole lot 0? them. I'd
send them all back to their native country
if it lay in my power
L wish they were all at the bottom OF
the sea- said Mrs. ArnOtt, and then, per.
haps, we would have chance to employ
Swedes, or Chinese, or somebody that
would at least earn their bread. Is that
you, Kathleen? Why don't you bring in
the ice-water at once, instead of dawdling
there p
Kathleen obeyed, but the dreary home.
sick feeling that thrilled through all bel
pulses can hardly be described.
IF | was only at home again. she
thought, where the poorest and meanest
have a kind word for each other They
scorn and hate me here and sure, I've
tried TO do my best, but the lady has d
heart of stone, and even the little children
in the nursery, with their French maid,
make fun Of Irish Kathleen.
And the lonely exile wept herself to sleeI
on her solitary pillow that night. Itwas q
mere closet of room, without light or ven
tilatlon, that she occupied. Mrs. Arnot
thought that any place was good enough
for Kathleen the bed was hard, and in
sufficiently provided with clothing; but a:
Mrs Arnott carclcssly observed, twas nC
doubt great deal better than she was ac
customcd TO at home. And she had JUS
paid to Isaacson q Co., a thousand dollars
apiece for draping her drawing-roOm win
dows with lace and brocatelle-so, OF
course, there was nothing left for such {
trihe as the comfort of her servants.
is Kathleen sick, mamma ? little julia
Arnott asked one day she cries so muc}
and looks so white p
Mr.. Arnott, a stout built, good natureC
man Of forty or thereabouts, glanced VI
from his paper.
What does the child mean, Lucretia ?
he asked of his wife. 4 hope you look ;
little after your girls
'Of course l do, , she said sharply, 'kath
leen is a silent sullen thing, and l shall dis
charge her next month. Natalia has {
cousin who wants the place
Has she any friends in the country
Kathleen, | mean p
Not that know Of
Seems to me | wouldn't discharge her
then. 1t would be rather hard, unless she
is guilty of some fault
Mrs. Arnott bit her lip.
Gentlemen understand nothing Of th'
management of household, said she tartly
These girls haven't our sensitive natures
either. They are quite used to knocking
around the world. Are you going down t
town now p
Yes
Il wish you'd stop and ask DIR. Hart t.
stop here this morning; little Clarence il
feyerish.'
Anything serious ?