New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-08-06
Shine afar
As from the earthw orm shines the star.

She was unable TO stand he kept his arm
around her. After all she had Just gone through.
this mute act of sympathy Overcame Hanorah.
The sluice gates CT her feelings were opened, aud
she told the whole story TO Pat Hoon. the pig
driver of MOytura. He trembled so violently that
be obliged TO lean against the gate post for sup
port Hanorah released herself, and there
deac silence save for the drip, drip from the
leatess branches of the trees.
Hanorah.' he said at length, In his gruff tones,
what are ye gOin 10 do
If You an Bridget an Mary will give ne the
nights OdgIn I'll 20 up tomorrow to the big house,
an maybe the mIsthTess will get me a situation.
An you'll be comm back wild fortune like
Bddy
so much the bettherr she retOrted: it will buy
someone TO look alther ME Tor the rest of my days.
R1norahP
Yes, Pat
Il wouldn't he worth buyln'; but if You'll be my
wife. I'll love you with my whole heart an sUwl;
an work my fingers to the bone for you till the day
die. loved you this many year back be con
tnued, embroidered by her silence. Many night
! USED TO watch yOu safe h )me rom wake or dance:
You're the very pulse of me heart. HanOrah. an If
you'll marry me. III give up my hope OF etarnai
salvation atOre You'll want for anything
HanOrah Narly was tOuched-nOre by his tones
than by his words. She would have been un worthy
IianOrah reelected that her lovers had never asked
her III marriage; they courted her for time then
fell away from their aleglance out of their abnn-
dance they had offered her u0thlng and here " as
this man Offering her his whole life.
Don't be angry with ne, HdnOrah-'
I'm moi angry, Pat she replied slowly and very
ul~tlnCLly. don l love you. TAT, an uOu l bulnk
ever can; tut. if you like, Ill marry Je an be
good wife to YOU
Pat Holion gave sort of gasp. For minute his
head swan round.
Come home. Hlnorah vas all he could
They soon reached his cabin door; and he said,
VIII you wait mere, Grouraeen, for a minute
HauOrah Obeyed. Pat HOliOn went IN and told
his Two sisters the great and glorious Pres
emily the CABIN duOr was opened, and Bridget and
Mary IIoon approached Ter. They each took
hand nj tlauOr-hs in silence. and led her across
he threshold aud over to the comfortable turf fire.
Mary placed a round three-leZged stool before 1t,
and Bridget motIOniug HanOrah to IT. said Han
orah that's YOU re To- SIT. lt was our mothers
stool. an it's yours by right now
All hat plight. and the next one too, Pat HollOu
slept in close proximity to MS beloved pigs. With
that chivalrOus feeling which always characterized
his thoughts toward HanOrah. be would not com-
promise her name IN the village by slee ,Ing under
the same roof with her until she was his lawful
welded wife.
ca saturday morning two couples knet ut the
altar before Father rllvele. Biddy Prendergast,
10 her tawdry Nn6ry, was married to handsome
Pierce Joyce: and lovely HanOrah Varily. with
Mary HoIOn's red clotn cloak thrown over her
scany clothing IN her bare feet and her bare huad,
was married to Pal HollOn. the swlnish-lOOkIng
pigdiIver.
Az. an never reprinted Of it" HanOrah said
many a year AFTER. when questioned by Father
Flavele. For God gave lie the best husband ever
dhrew he breath av life
And Elanorah Holion only spoke the truth.-tLon-
don (1raDhlc.