Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1879-02-05
Foster Brothers.
The major laid down his book.

The major laid down his book.
These Irish WRITER'S" he said, shave
much to say Ofthe relations between To-
ster brothers lt is a feature of domes-
tic life almost unknown in this coun-
try, but / saw a curious instance of it
once. Did l ever told you the story of
The O'More?''
NO, no." We all drew our chairs
closer 10 him. and he began, nOChing
10TH
LAS boy | lived, you kI ow, in a
small town in West Virginia. We had
no slaves and little money among us; !;
but were bitterly pro-slayery, and were
more arrogant in our petty notions of
aristocracy than the great slave-owners
of the eastern part of the State. When
| was about II, | met one day at the
gate Of the front yard ragged, red
headed lad of my own age.
lis il a by to carry coal, or dig, or
droive the carriage, ye'd be wantin' the
day. zur?'' he asked. with a laugh and
Il bow.
Now | was not often called sir,
or addressed hat in hand, and of course
| was conciliated at once My father
wanted a boy, and 1 urged him TO take
this one. He was pleased with his no
nest, ugly face.
What is your name?'' he asked.
Michael, zur."
Il took Michael out to show him the
coalblns, pump, and his room over the
stable. As turned 10 leave him | said g,
Have yon only one name:'
His face grew red as his hair. I'm
the O'Morp zur.'
"What:' | burst into laughter, but
Michael stood grave and anxious.
"I'm poor, zur, and | worked my
way acrast from the old country. But
nv grandfather was the head of the IA
mily: he's dead, an SOS my father.
I'm the O'More.''
Il suppose your grandfather, like
yourself, lived in a mud hut and ate po-
tatoes the year around?"
.No. zur; he had big house, and
took tay with the queenevery week, re
lied my protege, with perfect calmness.
"I'm the first of the name a. ever went
out to sarvice."
"And what brought you to it. Why
did you leave Ireland?"
Il followed my foster-brother, zur. ="
The answer puzzled me, and | asked
no further questions, and soon forgot
Mike and his family in the anxi9ty of
preparing for Christmas party which
NV mother was To give me, and which
was to be of unusual brilliancy and
pretension. That evening she said to
me, | have been TO call on the family
who have bought the ScroOpe property.
Their name is Liveridge. There is but
one son, boy of fifteen. and l invited
HIM for Christmas Eve"
Master Leveridge was the first to ar
rive on the mOmentous evening His
step-mOther came with him. She was
Il high-featured sharp-eyed woman,
with the peculiar accent of the educa-
ted classes of Dublin.
"A child's party is a new thing to
Arthur" she said. ''We keep our
BOYS and girls in tine nursery longer
than you do; but it will do him good
When 1 married Mr.. Leveridge. found
the boy had no companions but the
children of his foSter-mother, a low
creatnre living in a hOvel on the estate.
| was glad for his sake when we came
70 this country and the connection was
broken of. That kind of people are,
as rule, irreclaimably vicious.
Il do not find them So" said my
gentle mother. "Many of my truest
friends are among the very poor
Arthur Leveridge in the meantime
WAS talking with my sister, when
wild whoop rung through the room,
and Mike rushed into il. a scuttle of
coal in his hand.
Faith. Master Arthy, is il yerself?
followed We TO Baltimore, an they
towld me it was here I'd find ye!" hol-
ding Arthur's gloved hands, kissing
and sobbing over them, while the GOALS
gere scattered over the floor.
Arthur was delicate, girlish- look
ing lad. He pulled his hand back in a
rage of shame, and pushed the boy sa-
ysgely away.
"H0w dare you come heres' he
cried.
His mother swept across the room to
his side. Mike cowed humbly VIXEN he
saw her.
"Begone. she said, ''you insolent
wretch? Followed us here, indeed
Judge Horrex, turning to my father,
'.this boy must be discharged from your
service: he must leave the town..
Gently. gently, madam" said my
father. We do not deal in that fashion
in this country. Mike is neither va
grant nor a thief, but he has no busi-
ness here. Leave the room, sir; take
your Goals and your affection where
they are wanted"
There was flash in my fathers eye
which showed on which side his SYM
pathies lay. The story of the foster
brothers became the town gossip for q