Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-04-07
From the Bangor Commercial.l
ALLEN CLARY.
A Story of the Irish Famine.

Morning in the could country" Just
as fair and sweet a morning as ever glad
dened human eyes. The morning wind
sobbed TREMENDOUSLY through the dewy
trees, as if shadowy night wept tears of
pain as she hoated away to make room
for visitant In the east the horizon
seemed studded with bars of amethyst
and emerald, while flmy, arrowy streaks
of gold shot up and were lost in the blue
overhead. Then the sun gathered about
him his trailing garments of crimson and
purple and began his upward Journey.
ssDance light, for my heart lies under
your feet, love-" the bithe song hoated
out through the lattice, which the next
moment was pushed open, and the fra
grant air, heavy with night dew that had
lain for hours sleeping in bloom and
roses, rushed III and tanned with odorous
breath the face of Aileen Clary.
Soft tendril-like curls that chung in
ebon rings around the low satin, smooth
forehead; eyes that sparkled like dew
drops on shamrock; cheeks of summer
bloom and lips of summer ripeness made
up face that would have tempted an
anchor1te.
A smile rippled over the face of the
pretty Irish maiden as she caught sight
of a tall, young fellow slowly coming
oward the cottage.
ssAnd sure, Neil, " she called In voice
like brook music, g You are rather an
early bird, are you not, for the sun is
hardly up yet, and going to the door
she gayly welcomed him, all the time
wondering what made him SO sober, 50
unlike the usually CHEEKY Neil O'Neale.
'sAileen, I am going to America, was
Neil's abrupt announcement.
"What!'' uttered the maid, gazing up
into her companions face, as the smile
faded from her own. "Going to Amer
ica."
ssYou surely do not mean to leave us, I"
and the radiant light that had made her
face so enchanting few moments before
faded into ashiness.
eyes, dear, must CO."
"No, no, Neil, you do not mean SO.
Oh, if you go what shall I do! All the
long, long days to sit and cry because I
am SO lonely. You will not, Neil. Tell
me yon will not
She pleaded as one pleads for a life,
and her hard, dry sobs strangled in her
throat, but her eyese were fearless and
her breath came In quick, painful gasps.
Neil gathered the trembling little figure
closely to his heart.
'sAileen, I have been thinking ever
since father died that poverty and sorrow
would always be our portion if we should
rsmain here where he rent would eat up
the little I could -aise IT I should go
to America I could soon earn enough to
enable me to come back after you, and
together we would return to that coun-
try where a home awaits every man that
is willing to work So dry your tears
Aileen and bid me God-speed, will you
not, mavourneen % he said, in a low, as
suring tone.
Smiling through tears at his hopeful
words, Aileen soon became almost re-
conciled 1T the thought of bidding him
goodbye.
"But two years is such long time,
Neil. I tremble for fear that you will
not come back" said Aileen, in voice
that sounded as if it came through waves
of tears.
"Alleen, you know that I could not
forget you"
tells me In this parting hour that after
you are gone that dark-faced agent,
Morris Leinster, will trouble me. / re-
fused him, you know, and at the time
he frightened me, he was SO very angry %
Could the girl have perceived the
effect of her words on the listener
crouched behind the lattice she would
have screamed from very fear.
A blaze of jealous, white heat spread
over the dark face of the spy; his eyes
darkened with fierce and evil light; bis
lips compressed with bitter hatred, and
he ground his teeth together as he NUT
tered TO himself:
"You may well fear Morris Leinste1
my fine lady, for the day will come when
you, a peasant farmers daughter, will
rue that you sighted the, hand of she
rich agent for the sake OF that beardless
son of poverty"
The agent crouched behind the lattice
until he became aware that the young
couple were coming to the door. Then
he hastily hid himself in O clump OF
bushes that grew close by the cottage.
And there he stood, with his iyid face,
compressed lips and eyes cleaning like
basalisk's, while Aileen gave her lover
the promised, cheerful Godspeed, then
silently left the vicinity of the Clary
cottage with terrible unspoken VOW
written on the evil face.