Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1880-06-15
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kathleen, is it possible that you are cry-
ing! Did not tell you that l would dis
charge you if found you induleing in tha,
foolish whimpering any more?"
Poor Kathleen O'NeiI had been dustinp
the elegantly furnished drawing room, and
she stood before an exquisite little painting
OF one of the blue, sparkling Irish lakes. set
IN goid d>green shores, with sky beyond like
liquid amber-stood with her apron to her
eyes and her ruddy cheeks delused with
tears.
~ couldn't help it, ma'am," she sobbea
but 1t put me in mind of home"
"Home!" scornfully echoed Mrs. Arnott.
Your home! A shanty in a bog. 1t isn't
likel ly You ever saw such a spot as that"
Decd did I, then ma'am," answered
Kathleen, "and many u time. For we lived
Deysnt them same green shores when"
"Ihere, that will do" said Mrs. Arnott
coidly; 81 don't care TO hear about sny
"reminiscences"
kathleen did not understand tho five
syilabled word, but her quick nature com.
pretended the sarcastic tone. The tears
were dried in their font-the scarlet spot
glowed on her cheek.
.'She looks down on me as II w,s
dog" Kathleen thought to herself. can
sure 1t is the same flesh and blood G. cd has
given us both. How would she like it, I
wonder, to be in strange land, and niver 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 SEQ that
rolls between US, and it's all alone that
ami
Poor Kathleen! the sense of deso,ation
came upon her with sickening power lust
ae he haF 81,
with splasbes on her cheek; and Mrs. Ar.
motifs cold, hard voice sounding in her ears
"1t's great pity to be obliged to do with
these wild, untntored Irish"
Kathleen was just bringing up the trav.
and Mrs. Afaotts words sounded distinctly
10 her ears as she paused on the top stop TO
get breath.
"Ot course, my DEAR" said Mrs. Tudor
Andor. sympathetically, "they're bad, thor,
oughly bad, the whole lot of them. I'd send
them all back to their native country lift Law
in my power"
Il wish they were all at the bottom of the
sea" snid Mrs. Arno.t, "and then pcrhaps
we would have chance to employ Swedes.
OF Chinese, or somebody that would at least
earn their bread. Is that you Kathleen 2"
why don't you bring in the ice>water at
once. instead of standing there?"
Kathleen obeyed. but the dreary, home>
sick feeling that thrilled through all her
pulses can hardly bc described.
eff was only at home again." thought
she, "where the poorest and meanest have a
kind word for each otherl They scorn and
hate me here; and sure, I've tried to do nv
best, but the lady has heart Of stone, and
even the little childrcn in the nursery, with
their French maid, make fun of Irish Kath-
leen."
And the lone exile wept herself to sleep
on her solitary pillow that night. It was a
mere closet of room, without light OF vcnti-
Iatlon, that she occupied. Mrs. Arnott
thought any place was good enough for Kath.
leen. The bed was hard, and insuficiently
provided with clothing, but Mrs. Arnott
carelessly observed, twas no doubt a great
deal better than sho was accustomed 10 at
home. And she had just paid large sum
Tor draping her drawing room windows with
lace and brocstells-so, of course, there was
nothing left for such trife as the comfort
of the servants.
lis Kathleen sick, mammal" little Julia
Arnott asked one day. "She cries 80 much
and looks SO white"
MIR. Arpots, stout built, good natured
man of forty or thereabouts, glanced up from
his paper.
w Rat Goes the child mean, LucretIa!"
he asked. II hope you look little after
your girls"
"Of course I do," she said sharply.
kathleen is silent, suIIen thing; aud L
shall discharge her next month. Natalia
has sister who wants place"
HAS she any friends in the country
Kathleen, 1 mesn?"
t'Not that know Of"
"Seems to me Wouldn't discharge her.
then. I. would be rather hard, unless she
is guilty of some fault"
Mrs. Arnott bit her lip.
"Gentlemen understand nothing of the
managemen. of a household" }" said she, ,tartly.
these girls haven't our sensitive natures.
either. They are qnite used to knocking
around the world. Are you going down
town noW?"
eyes"
"I wish you'd stop and ask DIR. Hars to
stop here this morning; little Clarence is
feverish."
Anything seriousF'
"I hope not" the mother answered, bat I
always ike to take those things in time"
DR.. Hart leaned over Clarence's little
crib. He iuvoluntarily uttered the name Of