The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-04-14
N,ra;.g Star ami Catholic Aesasngsr.
IsvF oRLEANs, gUaRAY. APRIL II, iS's.

shall always be glad that you called me ate
my yellow haired 0Fiaherty % granamotner
and say that l am like her and Cousin Anne
"Let me see, what was the penalty the OK
witch Ancestreas earned for herself and bel
descendants to the hnndredth generation b1
that ali tue gold they were ever to have ws'
70 DO carried on their heads, never any to theil
Eockets, was not that nf Yon stand .
worry, good chance ,.o OF s1emp,adiynSS .aomS iIe Hs
lifted bis dsughttr's hair, which bao isiion
down over her shoulders rs she stopped for
tho flower, and crumpled it up IN his hands. H.
what a pity 1t can't be melted down and
stamped with the Queens head though, stay,
does not the legend, or Rt least Cousin Anne's
version OF 1t, say something HDHI' Sf,b, Jus '"s
"Oh, but don't think your heart ana n,he
want any binding together, do they papa !
and shat is ell osre for . ,a
''Tall mo that three or four years hence ana
TIL listen to you. But look, Eileen sroon, You
certainly we're making signs to yonr witch
kindred. There is one OF them waiting TO
Rpoak to you down Mt tho gate.'
"Old Doodle Malaehy, Murdook's grand
mother What can she want 30 earlyT
Ellen ran to the gate. and her father follow
cd, sending his loud voice before him as he
went: ,.-,,,.
Won to como here more than tWioo week, and
Il the place ever to be free Of yoni'
The old woman dropped sueoession OF rapid
"Good luck to me that see and hear the mas.
tor himself this blessed mornin'l Sure it
was worth while walking every weary step OF
the way to see the sunshine Of his face and
hear his voice, that's music to livery poor ora
tur In the country round"
"You'il hear the music to some purpose
you old hum bug, 10 you don't do as bid yon.
Whas business have you hero to-day want to
swell then Mr DAILY, dear, twas iust TO save
Miss Eiieens steps l came. Is 1t dainty feet
like hers that should tramp the soft roads, ano,
ankle deep through the bog, afther all the
rain, to bring tho triie OF tay and stukir che
promised me this day 7"
s'But, Geodie, don't think promised 10
bring You any tea and sugar"
"May be, twas the young jintleman thin,
shaking to comfort poor Mprdock, breaking his
heart, as be was yesterday at LAYING his granny
90 go to sarvioe at Baliyowen for the pleasure
of the mistress. Its me sister thatl leak
after ye, granny says the young gentleman,
God bless himl' and see that she never wants
for the grain of tay. and the crnmb Of sugar,
nor the drop of whisky that's needtul to Keep
her heart warm within her. left forlorn aud
lonely in the bog by berself""
s'The young gentleman said all that to Mur-
dock You've fne imagination, Goodie. but
here he comes to answer for himself. Conuor,"
called Mr.. DAILY to his son, who had left the
yard gate and was strolling towards the house,
'tSome here and confess how many things that
giving away"
"Nothing. ct any rate, to you. Gocdie MalA-
Ohy," said the boy. "I've not forgiven you for
sanding Murdook away. I've not had good
has he, / should like to know, to be running
errands for q screw of an old grocer in Bally
oWen when ] want him about the place" :"
"TFuth's in every word ye spAke, Mister
Connor, dear. I'd not own him for a son, let
alone grandson, who'd be mane-spirited
enough to choose service wild bit of q shop
keeper when he might be doin' his duty by the
family. It's breaking his heart over the slavery
Of it, Mardoek Is, this minute; bat twas no
Thought of my own. shure ye all know we'll
enough 'twas the mistress herself laid her
Ordera me. Pm teliin' the bare truth with
out q word of concalemint. Mrs. Malachy,
says she, standing on thet straight bit o.
gravel walk where his honor stan's now, and
1ookin' at me out of her brown eyes in the ter
rible searching way she has-shure, yer honor,
ye know it-'Mrs. Malachy,' she says, 'ys do
very wrong to let that slip of boy belop gins
to ye idle his time hshin' wild Mr.. Connor. It's
farming an honest trade he should be sst his
aKe.' And thin, q week after, what did che do
but drive up her own self to my cabin door.
aud ordered me ont to spRke wild her, and tould
me- straight ont how she'd settled Ii all wild the
grocer at Ballyowen for Murdock to go to him
and run errAnts; and it WAS thin-for rll tell
ye the clear truth now, since truths always
Attest to be spoken-'twSs thin, and wild the
mistress her own self, that the few worde pass
Cd about the tay and ahugar, and the tritie of
whisky by times to keep up me lonely heart,
that brought me here this day"
'ACome, Goodie, that won't do. You'd better
have stuck out for Miss Eileen's or Mr.. Con-
nOr's generosity.; this new 6otion won't hold
water aS all"
swell, anyhow, twas to pleasure the mistress
let the boy go from me and oh, the loneli-
ness of the place without his voice and his
smile IL that have had him with me since his
father and mother died in one week of the
fever What will do at all without him, yer
honori"
Nothing but unlimited tea, sugar, and
whisky will make up for the loss-thRt's what
you mean, l supposef Now listen to me-
GOodie. Mrs. Daily has put yonr grandson to
the way of earning an honest livelihood for his
own good and you had better get rid, as
quiokly as yUu can, of every sort of notion that
"For his own good! Yer honor says it's for
the boys raal good; and shuTe jntlemau like
you ought to know. Well, then. I'll walk back
ns I came the three milos and half to me lonely
bit of place in the bog with that word OF
comfort to ID heart, plased and contint to have
had it from yer honor's own lips"
lyon did not suppose that Mrs. DAILY had any
other motive than the boys good, you silly old
ROmAu3"
"And indeed she's altogether q sinsible
lady, with ways of her own beysnt such as me
TO comprehend at ell but it,a the word from