Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-07-24
AN UNsUNG irish HEROINE.


BY MRS. MILESH. M'NAMARA.
from the New York Star, June 49,
II Justice rules the universe
From the good actions OF good men
Angels of light should be forgotten;
And thus the balance restored again.
Yes; if the world were not so rotten,
And so given over to the Devil.
[Longfellow's Golden Legend.] :.
Mother, is her majesty womanq
ga woman? No, darlint, she is only
queen!''
The girl, who resumed her labor of
carefully scraplng the traces of meal from
the vessel before her, was not more than
Is years old, but the great blue eyes,
glowing from her emaciated young face,
had within their depths century of wo-
full thought and a light of eager intelli-
gence, pathetic beyond expression by rea-
son of the fitful, hunted, yearning look
that reminded one of helplessly wounded
deer, yielding to consciousness of its
fate.
The girl was tidy even in her impover-
ished garments, the glossy brown hair
was adjusted in knot at the back of her
shapely head with a wooden pin resemb-
ling thorn, while the natural waves, re-
sisting restraint, fell in curls over the
white, blue-veined brow. The hands,
small and tapering, as Irish hands are
wont to be--a distinguishing feature of
the race las note the hands of the hard
est-working Irish servant girl)-were
transparent, but the dlmples had van
ished beneath the grave Of whitening
famine!
No squalor reigned king of despair in
the cabin. Hunger gnawed at human
ambition. black desolation bowed the
heart, bent the spirit, but not yet laid
waste the instincts of that nature which
| the Creator made akin to Himself, and
which should teach mankind that indeed
cleanliness is next to goodness, and bear
ever in mind that the higher the grade
of intelligence the cleaner the instincts,
morally and physically. There was not a
chair, not an article of portable furni-
ture left in the cabin; all, ali had gone to
buy the precious necessaries of life-the
luxury Of food, such as the hungry dog of
an ordinary laboring man in America
would disdain to partake ola porridge
| of mouldy meal, and the last of thatm meal
was the scrapings in yonder barrel, not an
ounce scarcely, and yet four people hoped
it would last-how long? Until relief
came.
From whence? The resources of the
| priests were exhausted. So far En- gland,
| with her usual tactics, had suppressed
the truth of Irish affairs, and denied an
impending famine. The glorious land
league had not assumed shape and power.
Generous America had not been awaken
ed by the piteous cries of starving babes
who had drained the life blood from dy-
| ing mothers breasts. Despairing, mad
dened, hungry men, frantic with the
helplessness of their condition, became
desperate, and out of this desperation
grew what the blind world called 'tIrish
outrages,' and caused a cold, biased
press to proclaim the acts of wretched,
suffering husbands and fathers as the
''rioting of insubordinate, lazy Irish
men," instead of presenting the condition
of this country in comparison with any
other country on Gods footstool, and
asking why, in the name of liberty and
| Justice, this people, curbed to civil de-
graduation by the process of centuries of
heaped-up wrong, had not long since
burst their inhuman letters and slain, or
| been slain and exterminated, rather than
submit to so rotten government, that
seems to glory in having the power to
mentally scalp and physically degenerate
millions of its subjects.
| Such goaded, wild-eyed man as re-
VOTERS are made of by the lash of Unjust
Ice, entered the cabin as the girl arose
from her task, with her tiny hand full of
scrapings, ready to mix with little
water for their one meal.
| "Well, father?" she querled.
He shook his head, incapable of utter
ing word Then, as if weakness had
| conquered utterly he fell PROSTATE upon
the floor, sobbing as if soul and heart
had Joined in flood of desolation
! The woman, who had sat crouched in
a corner with a year-old baby Rugged to
her breast, now laid the child upon the
fused TO sustain the tottering frame, and
husbands side and laid her hand upon
his head and said, in a fearless, strangely
quiet tone:
"Don't give way, man; don't you see it
matters little now whether we have a
| roof or not. Jennie is gone. too"
With one bound the man leaped to his
feet. One agonized glance at the little
frame, once living soul, which the wo-
man had just left over in that dark COR
ner, and with cry that must have been
heard in heaven, though that place was
as distant as some people are inclined to
believe, he ran out into the roadway, and
the woman fell pack as one dead
The girl called upon her mother in &C
cents of the tenderest language; she tried
to force some of the miserable watery
broth between her lips; she kissed and
caressed the cold cheeks, but in vain
England had one more murder to account
for before that Judge who will demand a
reckoning, and at no distant day.
Not far from the cabin the almost in
sane husband and father rushed into the
midst of an official trio, headed by a
bailiff.
| "You can't 60 into my house this day."
he screamed, striking out right and left;
| ssgo back to the fend who sent you. No,
no. l didn't mean that sure; oh, please,
your honor, tits not myself / am at all,
| but don't go on with the conviction your
honor, tits killing my poor Maggie you'd
be, for the last Of the little one is lying
dead"
"Fllng him out of the way!'' ordered