The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-07-14

lissIe Ismbs friskcd about mcrrily u
the grsss seld'; evry thing LOOKED
bright ssd haPpy.
Prosperity rigucl over the I'tt''
village of BaIlyglcn, which nestlc'
among tn hills in a bcsutifuI VALLEY
In ne western part Of Ireland, and a'
the story which ! am going to relate
happened there, We will ask the rca
DEF y accompany us acrcss the three
shosnnd miles Of water that inter
vene.
Through the center Of this village a
beautiful river winds its serPcntine
cosree, the hanks Of which. on either
side, were interpreted by numerous
p;ctureque mansions, the property Of
eeveral rich gentlemen. who were mas
Sers Of al the lands over which the
eye suamed.
Az our story relates IN one Of those
mans;oor, or. at least, the inmates Of
one Of them, We will con6uc ourselves
10 h, and m, mind the rest Of them.
Godfrey Blake was a very wealthy
msn. His gold could he measured by
the bushel. and yet, with all his I'M
mrnse wealth, he possessed none ofthe
ssrogancc Of worldly pride that some
men have when avorcl by such gcod
fostuue.
lie had a lovely daughter named
MolIy-lovcly in every sense Of the
word; \ beautiful blonde, whose long,
wavy tresscs Of golden hair hung ovcr
her kuely modelled form, almost to th'
ground. and eyes blue ms the summer
Shy Of her native home, and whose
tsDjcrl,cartcd goodness made her
savorite with rich and poor for miles
around.
Now. as may he supposed, there
were NUMEROUS admirers. who looked
with loving eyes on the peerless girl;
rome Of them sons Of the richest men
Of the province, but all 10 no purpose;
for her love wss bestowed on one,
though he was far below her in a
worldly point Of view. His name was
Gerald OCnmnor. the only son Of a
widow, and ON him she bcstowed MI
the love Of her young heart
Now, there was another young man
in the village, who loved. or professe,l
to love Molly Blake, and tried every
sneans available To blacken the charac-
Ter Of young OCOrer.
On the evening vhn 6rst VIC intro
ducc them to tbc resder, the pangs Of
jeaiousy bed > great cause to arouse
fhc ne q ~ hefnre.
They wsse sested, side by side, I'M
der Me branches Of an elm tree; her
pretty hand nestled lovingly ON biz
shoulder as she listened 10 his words
.of lose.
"Moliy, love you dearly, and il
~ould be the happiest day Of my life
when l COULD call you mine; but. OAR
ing. you know that I am poor, and
yssr father may object to my suit"
''0enld, don't you know father bet
ser shau that! He is not the man to
- any opposition to my happiness.
when he knows that he whom love is
worthy Of the best girl in Ireland"
BLESS you. my darling. 70, your
words have made me very happy
tts the truth which l have spo-
zen; and as for your being poor, why,
haven't ! gut plenty for US boths"
This was too much or the caves
dsopper; he ersund his teeth with
rage. and az oath escaped his Iips: yet
As managed to keep his temper. and
waited to hear more Of the CONVERSE
ton. for he lay concealed among the
shrubbery. n few feet from where the
lovers were seated. and heard every
word Of their conversation.
For some time longer they remained
ses,el at their conversation, and at
length. n the shadows Of approaching
night began to steal across the tree
tips. they arose and separated, Molly
going towards the house. while O'Con-
nor wandered leisurcly through the
sweet scented meadows t,ward the riv-