Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-04-18
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trees were clothed in their richest foliage;
the birds sang sweetly; the little lambs
frisked about merrily in the green fields,
everything looked bright and happy.
Prosperity reigned over the little village
Of Ballyglen, which nestles among the
hills, in beautiful valley, in the western
part Of Ireland, and as the story which I
am going to relate happened there, we will
ask the reader to accompany us across the
three thousand miles of water that inter-
venes.
Through the centre Of this village a
beautiful river wound its serpentine course,
the banks of which, on either side, were in
terspersed by numerous picturesque man
sions, the property of several rich gentle
men, who were masters of all the lands
over which the eye roamed.
AS our story relates to one Of those man
sions, or at least the inmates of one Of them,
we will confne ourselves to it and not
mind the rest.
GodfreyBlake was very wealthy man,
his gold could be measured by the bushel,
and yet, with all his immense wealth. he
possessed none Of the arrogance or worldly
pride that some men have when favored
by such good fortune.
He had lovely daughter named Molly
lovely in every sense of the word, a beauti-
full blonde whose long, wavey tresses of
golden hair hung over her finely modelled
form, almost to the ground, and eyes blue
as the summer sky Of her native home, and
whose tender-hearted goodness made her a
fayorite with rich and poor for mile
around.
Now, as may be supposed, there were
numerous admirers who looked with low
ing eyes on the peerless girl, some Of them
sons of the richest men Of the province, but
all to no purpose; for her love was be-
slowed on one, though he was far below
her in a worldly point or view. His name
was Gerald O'Conner, the only son of a
widow, and on him she bestowed all the
love of her young heart.
Now, there was another young man in
the village who loved, or professed to love,
Molly Blake and tried every means avail
able to blacken the character of young
O'Conner.
On the evening when first we introduce
them to the reader, the pangs of jealousy
had great cause to arouse the ire of his
nature.
They were seated side by side under the
branches of an elm tree, her pretty hand
was nestled on his shoulder, as she listened
to his words of love.
"Molly, I love you dearly, and it would
be the happiest day of my life when I
could call you mine; but, darling, you,
know that I am poor, and your father may
object to my suit.''
"Gerald, don't you know father better
than that +? He is not the man to offer
any opposition to my happiness when he
knows that he whom I love is worthy of
the best girl in Ireland"
"Bless you, my darling for your words
have made me very happy"
cit is the truth which 1 have spoken ;
and as for your being poor, why, haven't 1
got plenty for us BOTH
This was too much for the eyesdropper,
he ground his teeth with rage, and an
oath escaped his lips, yet he managed to
keep his temper, and waited to hear more
Of their conversation, for he lay concealed
among the shrubbery few feet from where
the lovers were seated and heard every
word of their conversation.
For some time longer they remained
seated at their conversation, and at length
as the shadows of approaching night be-
gan to steal across the tree tops they arose
and separated, Molly going towards the
house, while O'Conner wandered leisurely
through the sweet-scented meadows toward
the river bank.
No sooner had they parted than Anthony
Bell, for such was the listeners name
arose from his place of concealment, and,
shaking his clenched fist at the retreating
form Of his successful rival, Kissed through
his clenched teeth:
Course you, you low-lived upstart But
I will blacken you in her sight; aye, even
if 1 have to stain my hands in blood to
do so !"
And as he ceased to speak he stuffed his
hands in his trowsers pockets and strobe
fercely from the place.
y X
A month had passed and the shades Of
tranquility rested over the little village of
Ballyglen, when enc beautiful autumn
evening its Blumbering inhabitants were
awakened from their blissful repose by the
cry of: