The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-02-13
Trusted and True

Kathleen, is it possible that you are
crying again ? Did not tell you that
| would discharge you if found you
indulging in that foolish whimpering
any more?n
Poor Kathleen 0'Neil had been dust
Ing the elegantly furnished drawing
room, and she stood before an exquisite
little painting of one of the blue, spark
ling Irish lakes, set in goldgreen shores,
with sky beyond like liquid amber
stood with her apron to her eyes and her
ruddy cheeks deluged with tears.
81 couldn't help it, ma'am," she
sobbed, "but it put me in mind of
home"
''Home!" scOrnfully echoed Mrs. Ar
mott. Your home! A shanty in a
bog. 1t isn't likely you ever saw such
spot as that"
"Deed did l, then ma am, - answered
Kathleen, land many a time. For we
lived beyant them same green shores
when"
"There, that will do" said Mrs.
Arnott, coldly; 81 don't care to hear
about any "reminiscences. "
Kathleen did not understand the five
syllabled word, but her quick nature
comprehended the sarcastic tone. The
tears were dried in their fount-the
scarlet spot glOwed on her cheek.
"She looks down on me as if | was a
dOgl" Kathleen thought to herself.
AN sure its the same flesh and blood
God has given us both. How would she
like it, wonder, to be in strange land,
and nivpr a kind word spoken to. o,
but if | could see mother, and little
Honora, and Teddy, that's but baby
yet but it's the blue sea that rolls be-
tween us, and it's all alone that ami"
Poor Kathleen! the sense of desola-
tion came upon her with sickening
power Just then as she stood before the
sweet Irish lake, with wet splashes on
her cheek and Mrs. ArnOtt's cold,
hard voice sounding in her ears.
sits great pity to be obliged to do
with these wild, untutored Irish"
Kathleen was just bringing up the
tray, and Mrs. Arnott's words sounded
distinctly in her cars as she paused on
the top step to get breath.
"Of course, my dear" said Mrs.
Tudor Andor sympathetically, they're
bad, thoroughly bad, the whole lot of
them. I'd send them all back to their
native country if it lay in my power"
NJ wish they were all at the bottom
of the sea-" said Mrs. Arnott, "and
then perhaps we would have chance to
employ Swedes, or Chinese, or some
body that would at least earn their
bread. Is that you Kathleen? Why
don't you bring in the ice-water at once,
instead of standing there?"
Kathleen obeyed but the dreary,
homesick feeling that thrilled through
all her pulses can hardly de described.
IF | was only at home again" she
thought, "where the poorest and mean
est have a kind word for each other
They scorn and hate me here and sure,
I've tried TO do my best, but the lady
has heart of stone, and even the little
children in the nursery, with their
French maid, make fun of Irish Kath'
leen.n
And the lone exile wept herself to
sleep on her solitary pillow that night.
1t was q mere closet of room, with
out light or ventilation, that she occu-
pied. Mrs. Arnott thought that any
place was good enough for Kathleen,
The bed was hard, and insullciently
provided with clothing, but Mrs. Arnott
carelessy observed, twas no doubt q
great deal better than she was accus
toned to at home. And she had just
paid large sum for draping her draw
ing room windows with lace aud broca
teile-so, of course, there was nothing
left for such trihe as the comfort Of
her servants.
''Is Kathleen sick, mamma ?" )ittlC
Julia Arnott asked one day. "Sht
rries so much and looks 80 white p
Mr.. Arnott, a stout built, good nat
ured man of forty or thereabouts, glanc
ed up from his paper.
"What does the child mean, Lucre
tia ?n he asked. 81 hope you look {
little after your girls"
'Of course | do" she said sharply
kathleen is a silent, sullen thing, anC
shall discharge herdeXt month. Nata
in has a sister who wants a place"
elias she any friends In the countr!
- Kathleen mean ="
''Not that l know of. "
"Seems to me wouldn't discharge
her then. 1t would be rather hard, un
less she is guilty of some fault"
Mrs. Araott bit her lip.
"Gentlemen understand nothing o
the management of a household" SAT-
she, tartly. "These girls haven't on
sensitive natures, either, They are quit
used to knocking around the world. Ar
YOU going down town now ~
"Yes.D