The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-07-26

stood for while and watched them
at their work, and when I turned to 90
L saw Tor the first time that | had not
oeen alone. Not many yards from me
stood inquire watching turf-cutters too.
A young man dressed like a grotesque
figure for pantomine; with high boots,
felt hat cooked rakishly over one eve,
ana vest composed of all the colors of
the rainbow. His big brown fingers
were profusely bedecked with brass and
steel rings, massive brass chain swung
from his waistcoat, and an equally
snowy pin adorned the scarf at his
throat. When the turf cutters, pausing
suddenly In their work, gazed at him
with wonder in their ewes, he gave a
peculiar smile and asked with a strong
Yankee accent if they could tell him
where one Nora OConnell lived; he was
stranger here and brought her news
from the Statesl In moment dozen
fingers were outstretched to point him
on, and the stranger, again smiling
strangely to himself, staggered away.
L stood for time and watched him go,
then L too. sauntered on. 1 turned off
from the road, crossed the bog, and
made direct FIR the seashore.
L had been walking there for some
quarter of an hour, when suddenly a
huge shadow was flung across my path,
and looking up again beheld the stran-
ger. His hat was pushed back now, and
saw for the first time that his face was
handsome. His cheeks were bronzed
and weather beaten, but his features
were finely formed, and on his head
clustered mass of curling chestnut hair.
He was flushed as if with excitement /;
he cast me hurried glance and disap-
peared.
Five minutes after, as I still stood
wondering at the strange behavior of the
man, my ears were greeted with shrek
which pierced to my very heart. Run
ming in the direction from whence the
sound proceeded, / reached the top of q
neighboring sand hill, and gazing into
the valley below me again beheld the
stranger. This time his head was bare
his arms were outstretched, and he held
upon his breast the half-fainting form
of the lovely girl whom had last beheld
in the moonlight. While | stood hest.
tating as to the utility of descending, ]
saw the girl gently withdraw herself
from his arms, then, clasping her hands
around his neck, fall sobbing on his
breast.
"Well, Shawn, what's the news?"
asked that night when Shawn rushed
excitedly into my room. For time he
could tell me nothing, but by dint of 8
few well applied questions / soon ex.
tracted from him the whole story. II
amounted to this, that after working for
two years like a galley slave, in the
black pits of Pennsylvania, with nothing
but the thought of Norah to help him
on, Miles Doughty found himself with
enough money to warrant his coming
home; that he was about to return to
Storport, when unfortunately, the day
before his intended departure, shaft in
the coal pit fell upon him and he was
left for dead; that for many months be
lay Ill, but as soon as he was fit to travel
he started for home. Arrived in Stor,
por. he was astonished to find that nc
one knew him, and he was about to pass
himself off as friend of his own, when
the news of his reported death and
Norah's sorrow so shocked him that he
determined to make himself known al
once.
And God help the william that told
her he was married." concluded Shawn
" for he swears he'll kill him as soon as
Norah-God bless her!-comes out O
the fever that she's in tonight"
Just three months after that night,
found myself sitting in the hut where
Norah OConnell dwelt. The cabin was
illuminated so brightly that it looked
like a spot of fire upon the bog; the
rooms in the house were crowded; and
without, dark figures as thick as bees in
swarming time. Miles Doughty, clad
rather less gaudily than when first be
held him, moved amidst the throng with
bottle and glass, pausing now and again
to look affectionately at Norah, who,
decorated with her bridal flowers, was
dancing with one of the straw men who
had come to do honor to her marriage
feast. When the dance was ended she
came over and stood beside me.
"Norah," / whispered, ado you re.
member that night when l heard you
singing songs upon the sands?"
Her face flashed brightly upon me,
then it grew grave,-then her eyes filled
with tears.
"My DEAR" added, 81 never meant
to pain you. | only want you to sing q
sequel to those songs tonight"
She laughed lightly, then she spoke
rapidly in Irish, and merrily sang the
well-known lines:-
ooh, the marriage, the marriage,
With love and my bouchal for me;
The ladies that ride in carriage
Might envy my marriage to me.'
Then she was laughingly carried off tt
join in another dance.
l joined in the fun till midnight
then, though the merrinent was still in
its height, 1 quietly left the house anc
hurried home. As l left the cabin
stumbled across figure which was hid
ing behind turf-stack. By the light O
my burning turf [ recognized the feat
urers of Owen MacGrath. He slunI
away when he saw me, and never since
that night has been seen in Storport.-
Belgravia.