Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-29
1.-THE HAPPY NEW YEAR. 81
Dublin Saturday Magazine.
CHAPTER I.

Dublin Saturday Magazine.
CHAPTER I.
DIN mean and poorly furnished cabin
on the western coast ,. Ireland lived those
to whom our story refers. a poor fisher.
man, with his wife, Il growing up daugh.
ter, and swo younger sons, constituted
the household. The time is Christmas
eve, ana though the season is not cold or
frosty, the strong gales blowing on that
iron bound coast prevent the hale, hearty,
and generally successful fisherman from
plying his usual calling.
The eldest son is ''awaY in Amer,
kay" and as the father and mother draw
their settles closer to the expiring embers
Of q clear turf fire which has been burn
ing IN the hearthstOne, their conversation
natural, reverts to him; while the s'col-
leen," whose lover has gone to that Gland
ofpromise, sits moodily listening to their
remarks, and occasionally, but rarely IN
trudes her own opinion on the elders.
Being Christmas eve, the iarder almos:
empty, and the gale blowing SO hard that
there is no possibility OF putting out tc
sea, they are planning how to make the
morrow pass as cheerfully and happily as
they possibly can.
'Snure, Bddie Flanagan has killed a
pig this Christmas, and would not scruple
TO lend us q bit till the fishing comes
round again"
'Indee, it's true for you, Peggy darlin'
many's the time she's helped us, and q
good woman she always was; but then
aIanns, 10 ~ thinkin' it would he mane
thing 70 borrow our Christmas dinner
80 we'll go to the chapel. Aye, aud we
given Father Mu!cahy his dues as usual
and it we Go make our dinner Of praties
and milk, no body need be bit the
wiser"
All this time Ellie Keegan, the daugh-
ter of the fisherman, had not said word,
but she-no burst fortD,-
Il glory in your spirit father, not to
let any one know how we have been
farsaken by them as ought to have cared
for US, and that them rs went away and
promised to be thrue hearted, has given
US up entirely"
Poor glrl! her feelings was too much
for her, 80, throwing her apron over her
head, she had what is denominated "a
good cry"
At length she started up and said.
"Wirasth4ue! and there is not even the
Christmas candle to the tore''
She sent her younger brother to the
next neighbor Che Blddy Flanagan,
owner of the pig) to be g her to lend her,
if possible, caudle for the evening
AOch, then, ma cushla, but you're the
lucky boy; the man at Rsheea had only
the TWO remaining and he said to me.
Perhaps some of the neig hbors may want
one, and you had better tax it with you /;
and soIra neighbor know is more wei
come to it nor yourselves"
The boy, whose name was Patrick,
after the national patron (familiarly
called Paudheen), having received the
candle, was subjected to severe cross
questioning on the part of the buxom
widow as TO the reason Of its having been
forgotten For a time he tried TO evade
her, but atleng.h was forced to conf, IS
that the times being bad they could not
manage to get one, nor get the usual
piece Of meat on this occasion. The
good little widow listened very attentive
ly to his details. and then taking down
a large jar OF honey, and loaf OF bread
OF her own baking, she gave the boy a
huge slice and babe him eat that and
dream upon it and see if his dream
would come true. The poor fellow,noth
ing loath, eat his bread and honey, and
started for his home. but like a wise child,
as he was, said nothing of the fair Blddy's
questioDings, nor OF his own replies
thereto, but on going to bed found his
sleep much disturbed by the vision of a
beautiful leg Of polk, with green's
! in abundance. So vivid was this
dream that when on returning from the
chapel the next Gay, he saw wha,
! appeared to him the idenncal leg
Ct pork, with the greens, he was more