Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1878-03-20
Rosie gave him another glance from

beneath tho long lashes' She almost
wished she had not mentioned Cor
Dillaye aud the new stone house, but
after all, Terry was n poor emlgrant
with his own future 10 carve oul, aud
Con was u well'todo farmer who
could place his wife at once Ia the
midst Of ease aud comfort And II
was presumlug Of Terry TO expect hel
TO follow him all around the world
Just as II he were prince, and she
bCggar girl,
Aud 10 she bado him goodbye
with u laughing lip, aud eyes that
shonc delantly into his own, aud poor
Terry went aSoy to face bis unknown
future with a heart that lay az heavy
an lead IN his bosom
Aud long after the ship that steam
cd from Cork harbor on the morrow
was standing out 10 sea with white
sails huttering against the wind, poor
Rosie til on tho bridge, crying hel
blue eyes out,
"ll had only given him good
word" sobbed Rosie, "lr / had only
known, then, how much cared iol
him
For Con Dillaye's new stone farm
house had no more charms for her
now,
"llell write to me, though said
Rosie, wiping her eyes. "llell
surely write when they touch the 9th
or shore.
But Rosie had forgotten that re'
jcc,ed man is not apt 10 court further
con,umcly, Terence Bryan did no,
write.
And the years passed on, aud The
great wheel OF Time went slowly
around and around until il came to q
certain autumn morning, with the
bleak wind ruiiliug the turbid waters
at the Battery, aud leaden tracks Of
clouds hanging over the shabby old
buildings at Castle Garden. For all
this transpired before the conhagra'
ton that swept away that ancient rel
ic of the New York past.
Rosie Rcgan was sitting, with
troubled face and trembling lip, on
the rude wooden settees upon which
were ranged twenty or more girls,
waiting anAiously for some one to
come and request their services. Yes,
il had come TO this-that Rosie was
seeking n way TO earn her daily bread
The old people at home were dead
Con Dillaye was married to the mil
ler's black.eyed daughter, and Rosie
had come to that promised land otthe
poor and struggling-America
But Oh, how dreary it was in this
cavernous wooden building, echoing
to the tramp ola thousand footsteps,
the sound of q thousand carloss voices,
with its rows Of crowded wooden
benches, its swarm Of care-worn faces
bow pover,y.s,ricken J. how desc
late
Rosie started from an unpleasant
reverie, as the voice of one OF the su-
perintendents fell on her ear.
"Sir ?" said she, rising to her feet,
all in q futter
"No need to be so scared said the
man, good-humoredly. Il was asking
you if you had any objection to u sit
ualion in the country ?"
"The coantry, sir ? Objection
Oh, no-l should prefer It !"
"Then here's a place for you, all cut
and dried, on a farm ten miles from
Poughkeepsie. Easy work-only the
farmer and his wife in the family
Can you milk =
ION, yes, sir, and take care OF poul'
try, and
"Then you're the very girl tor the
place. The mistress is particular
about some one newly come oversize
don't like EN- after they've got thei'
heads stuffed full of New York non
sense, and small blame to her. | told
him you had written reference from
your priest, over in Ireland, and he'll
be quite satisfied with that. So get
your bundle ready, and be moving
You'll be met at Poughkeepsie-al
you have to do is to tell EN- you're
the glrl from Castle Garden for the
Butterm,lk. Farm"
Rosie Regan stood on the crowded
platform at PoughAeepsie, looking
anxiously around Ter. If she had
stood on one OF the desert steppes
of Siberia, she could scarcely have telt
more solitary or isolated than at that