The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-09-26


It's kilt In this house, your ain child
n come to is end where Il Is, and that's
vii the gentry In their grand parlors
underground, as sure rs I'm a living
sinner this day!" concluded She, drop
ping her voice to mysterious whisper.
Poor Grace was deeply impressed.
She called her healthy children around
her, and threatened them with all man
ner Of penalties II they ventured again
10 ill-treat Eliza, promising TO complain
| TO their father, Of whose more energetic
correction they all stood In much terror.
But she had tenderness for the wailing
child, so hated By the rest Of is little
world; and although she believed Mrs.
Rooney, she believed her most unwill-
ingly. "Maybe the poor crathur II no
be very long troublesome. She looks
but sickly; she'll die quietly, an you'll
get rid o. the trouble that way" said the
wise Mrs. Rooney, in comforting ac-
cents, as she got up to take leave.
Grace sighed. She took Eliza out Of
the cradle, and pressed her to her
bosom. Even though she were change
ling, she was dearcr to the wom-
ans heart than her own child,
growing up somewhere or other
n fairs-land, and she did not wish to
see her die. For the true Eliza, stolen
at few weeks old, was almost forgot
4 ten; while this unfortunate elfin Lila
was q daily trial Of love and patience,
and had been SO for five years.
! Joseph McDonagh, as Mr.. Todd's
bailiff, had often dangerous work TO do,
and Grace was uneasy about him II he
did not return home at the usual hour.
He went out one morning to serve sew
eral ejectment processes upon tenants at
some distance from Buncrana, saying he
hoped to be at home by four O'Clock !;
but the day waned, and there was no
sign Of him.
"What's keeping him, anyway" was
the question that Grace asked over and
again, as she paced the little yard on the
lookout for her husband, forgetting
that her offspring, herding cattle in the
field, or playing carelessly in the gutter,
could not answer.
Mother said Eliza, from her era
die, "my fathers in sair trouble this
minute, hut I'm ava to help him"
She lay unusually quiet for a quarter
of an hour, seeming to be in drowsy
state.
ssBut he's all right now he'll be hame
soon,'' said she, at the end Of that time,
opening her eyes, and looking gravely al
her mother.
Supper was ready. The door opened,
and Joe came in, covered with mud, and
with his clothes torn.
"Savc us, Joe! What ais youP" cried
Grace.
~ served the notices, Grace dear, an
was comm away. was all RIGHT n
far as the wee brig at Roshine, wher
six o. the Brady and Mclaughlin boys
met me wi stanes in their hands. The,
pelted me, an they beat me, an
thought I'D be kilt entirely, when all a
once / was ava frae them at the Other
end o. the brig; an Gamma tell you how
got ava, for dinna know myself; bu
Just was there, an they were at the fal
side, shouting an cursing an shaking
their sticks at me. It's the quarest thins
I seen in all my days.
Grace related how Eliza had told he
that her father WAS in peril, and wha
she said about going off to help him.
He shook his head, and meditatce
/ while he took his after-supper smoke
, He was quiet, thoughtful man, whose
voice was not much heard in the house
but his cogitations took expression in thu
following words, addressed 70 his a.
sembled family:
"Childcr, If one Of yous offers TO an
noy Eliza, Ill break that ones bones.
The peaceful days that now com
/ menced for the poor changeling did no
. last long. She had been growing weake
} during the summer, and when the coli
I blasts Of November came she died
Grace wcpt piteously over the tiny
wasted corpse, regardless Of the reproof
: Of her neighbors.
"You suldna cry that way for tn
. crathur, Grace, an you KNOWN wha
| she was," said Mrs. Rooney, severely.
~ dinna care what she was" replies
} Grace, giving way to fresh tears. ''Sur
} | ha' nurscd her, an fed her, an wakc'
/ for her all these five years"
1t was long time before her grie
was quite softencd longer still befor
ELIAS history ceased TO be winter
} tale at Roshinc.
: Fish Chowdcr: Take five pounds o
! any hard, white fish, cut into SINAI
:, pieces and free from skin and bone