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

Dublin Saturday Magazine.
CHAPTER I.
0In mean and poorly furnished cabin
on tie western coast D. Ireland lived those
10 whom our story refers. & poor fisher
man, with his wife, !. growing up daugh-
ter, and rwo 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, raverts to sim; while the ''col-
leen,' whose lover has gone to that Gland
% PROMISE sits moodily listening TO their
remarks, and occasionally, but rarely IN
trndts her own opinion on the elders.
Being Christmas eve, the iarder ,slmos:
empty, and the gale blowing SO hard that
there IS no possibility OF putting out to
sea, they are planning how to make the
morrow pas rs cheerfullY and happily as
they possibly can.
Snure, Biddie Flannigan has killed a
PIX this @t,r;s mas and Wou!d not scrlple
TO lend Us s. bic 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,
aIapua, TO ~ thinkin' it would he q name
thing 10 borrow our Christmas dinner,
80 we Ii go to me chapel Aye, aud we've
given Father Mucahy his dues as usual
and if we do Iii ske our diuneF Of praties
and milk, 10 BODY need be d bit the
wiser
All this time EN1e Kee5an, tue daugh-
ter OF the ish:rman, had not said word,
but she now burst lorth,-
Il glory in your spirit, father, not to
let any one SNOW how We have been
f1rsaken by them as ought to have cared
Tor US, and that them as went away and
promised to be thrue hearted, has given
Us up entirely"
Poor grrl! 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.
"Wlrasth4ue! and there is not even the
Christmas candle to the fore"
She sent her younger brother to the
next neishbor Che Blddy Flanagan,
owner OF the pig) to bs g her TO lend her,
if possible, caudle for the evening.
'Och, toen, 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 neighbors may want
one, and you had better tax, it with YOU;
ana so1r nei., hbor 1 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 a severe cross
questioning on the part of the buxom
widow as TO the reason Of its having been
forgotten. For tine be tried 10 evade
her, but tleng,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
large jar of honey, and loaf of bread
OF Ter own baking, she gave the boy {.
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 ami honey, and
started for his home, but like IA Wise child.
as he as,sald nothing Of the fair Blddy's
questlonlngs, nor OF his own replies
lhe'eto, but On going to bed found his
sleep much disturbed by the vision of d
beautiful leg Of polk. with grotns
in abundance. So vivid was this
dream that when on returning from the
chapel the next Gay, he saw what
appeared to him the identical leg
ct pork, with the greens, he was more