The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-05-27

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cries when any of the Macdermotts are
. going to make an unlucky marriage ,
0 Rosie answered. "But will marry Sil
e Rupert if all the banshees in Ireland
l were to warn me, if he will have me-"
The next night Sir Rupert again took
!. up his station at the study window, and
Q was rewarded by sight of the veritable
;. ghost. There he stood, tall and gray,
, clearly defined against the sky, his face
7 turned toward the house, and his hands
! raised to heaven as if denouncing it.
The next morning it was the same
= story. Neither gentleman had been able
7 to sleep wink, and Rosie was also
. white and nervous. The dreary, dismal
r cries had kept echoing through the
, rooms at night, and on three different
, occasions white figure had stood at the
r head of Sir Rupert's bed and said "Go
, -go-gop
At the squires couch the untiring
, question was, "What have you done with
, Barry MartinT for, since the day three
, weeks before that he had ordered him
off the Castlegar grounds, nothing had
been seen of him. Poor Rosie was be-
wildered; she scarcely knew what to do,
and neither her father temporal nor
spiritual could give her any consolation.
Old Roger, the butler, was afraid to open
the hall door after dusk, and not one of
the servants would venture across the
yard.
Another weary day and awful night
passed, and then Sir Rupert declared
that he could not stand it any longer.
81 love, admire your charming
daughter, Mr.. Macdermott, and an
alliance with your family would be the
summit of my ambition, but l can't
stand the ghosts and banshees. L can't,
upon my honor. have not had a nights
rest for nearly fortnight"
The Macdermett did not press his
visitor to remain; indeed, it seemed q re-
lief to the old mans heart that he
resolved tc 60 of his own accord, for he
would just as soon have seen his daughter
in her grave, in the family burying-place
at Kilkeevin, as Lady Starewell, after
all the warning he had had.
But the exit of the baronet did not
bring peace to the couch of Hugh Mac
dermott. True, the old man in gray was
seen no more on the round tower, but the
question was still repeated nightly,
"What have you done with Barry
Martin ?'
At last, he called Rosie one day, and
told her all. eft you can find out where
he is, send for him till beg his pardon,
for / can not stand this any longer. I'll
be in my coffin before another week."
cpl do all can to help you, papa,
but am afraid the foolish young man has
done something very desperate. You
see, he was very fond of me-and-and-
you know, papa" and Rosie's head went
down behind her fathers chair to hide
something.
That night the banshee contented her
self with crying at very respectful |
distance, and the squire had sound
sleep. Whether the posset Rosie brought
him before he got into bed had anything
to do with it, don't know; and the
next afternoon Barry Martin appeared |
at Castlegar, and received the Macder-
motifs apologies and profuse professions
of goodwill.
After year the fortunes and families
Of Martinmount and Castlegar were
united by the marriage of Rosie and
Barry, very happy and not particularly
unsuitable union, as during the twelve |
years Barry had been minor his possess
ions had been increased considerably. His
mother and Rosie's father came to be
better friends than they had ever been
since the time Fanny Vandeleur refused
Hugh for Dominick Martin, Barry's
father.
But it was not for long years after
till Hugh Macdermott Martin was
sturdy lad, and Rosie and Fanny old
enough to tease and torment their grand
papa and grandmama-that the story of
the ghost was explained. On one All
HallOw's Eve, vixen they were all
assembled in the dining-room-the
children and Father Roche, Barry's
mother and ROsie's father-Barry de-
clared that he dreamt the night before of
the "gray old man !" and Rosie laughed
provokingly, while every one else looked
serious. Then Barry told them how the
ghost was none other than himself, and
the banshee Rosie. Every night he used
to run across the river after dusk, and
mount the tower by means of rope
ladder on the opposite side.
If any one had come near enough
they might have seen me comfortably
enjoying cigar, and sometimes
brought lantern and book, or else
read the dear little notes / had from
Rosie. used to find one in particular
nest in the ivy every night OF course
we planned it between us as a punish
ment for fathers cruelty, and the calm
impudence of Sir Rupert Starewell,"
Barry said.
"You can't think. father, how hard
found it to keep from laughing mt his
white face and shaking hands every
morning." Rosie said. 81 used to throw
a white cloak over my head and 90 into
the green dressing ng-room-there is door
from that into the red room, at the head
of the bcd-and just stood IN the door
way and waved my arms, saying, Go
go-gop in a dreary monotone, and then
crossed over to your room, papa. to in
guire, what you had done with Barry
MartinT
"And the noise, the unearthly cries2'
Father Roche asked; Iheard them my
self--surely, Mrs. Barry, you did not ut
ter them 2"
"Dear Father Roche, mol 1 simply
fitted very rude Eolian harp into one
of the upper windows, and locked the
door-that was the banshee's cry"
laughed Rosie. "Of course, / know it
was very wrong, and dare say papa is
very angry, but just think of the situa-
tion there was Barry head.over-ears in
love with me, turned not only out of the
house, but out of the grounds. There
was /, just little in love with him, for
hidden ever to mention his name. There
was a naughty baronet coming to marry
me, just as he might buy an estate.
There was papa inexorable, not the ,
smallest bit in the world open to con- ,
viction! Why, l might be Lady Stare
well now, ifit were not for that happy
thought of Barry's about the ghost, and
of mine about the banshee"
The Macdermott was little bit {
angry, and Father Roche little serious,
the night he begged a
lodging because he could not pass
but soon Rosie's bright happy
face and iovous launh infected the resf | {