Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1882-02-08
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was silent for while. and We walked
on together. Mr. and Mrs. Warrington
having turned back On tie promenade.
II suppose he is young 2" haZarded,
after pause.
| Yes, not old. certainly, but a good
many wears in advance of me-
! "And well-looking ?''
! loo handsome, / think. That is my
one objection
at is no great drawback, Madge," and
/ sighed.
She caught the sigh and The half sad
expression that accompanied it for she
questioned me the next instant with her
eyes fixed on my face.
| What makes you so grave, Mr.. Hart
well ?''
! II suppose because | am growing gray"
was my response.
What nonsense, Your hair is just the
right hue; none else would suit you so
we'll"
of me-
good would it do YOU? ?"
| This was poser certainly, and fearing
| | was getting on hazardous ground,
/
began to think Madge something OF
coquette. She knew she must have
known - what | felt, that | was wild
enough to love her. and yet she restrained
! in no way her destinations she looked at
me with her bewildernc eyes. smiled on
me with her enchanting lips. and then all
but laughed at me if | showed sentiment
or susceptibility. She could talk of
Harry" and her admiration for him with
coy delight and expatiate on his youth
and attraciiveness. while |. grave and
saddered, was expected to listen and con-
graduate.
On returning to the hotel we adjourned
to the inner saloon ut The end of the long
coflee-room. which we found pretty well
! filled with company. Ii was amusing to
watch the groups of friends who chatted
together, and of strangers who eyed one
another. \ scanning glance was given to
each parsonage who entered, and there
was either quick greeting from some
among the party. or the newcomer found
himself condemned to a sort of suspicious
isolation. We, being four in number,
were independent OF such scant courtesy
as might be offered. and contented our
selves with the accommodation of a COM
Portable couch and the entertainment of
watching the scene from theatrical point
of view.
There were several Americans among
the assembly, and these were easily rec
ognized by their gesticulations. their elab
crate dress on the ladies' part. and their
harshlv attuned voices in the case of the
men.
Madge could scarcely restrain her smiles
| "A a. Snpclmpn of tho fraternity hp
wore his red hair in fame-ike pyramid
with sort of crater in the middle. He
spouted forth volubly as he stood in con-
spicuous corner in the room, his small
eyes making the most of their vision, and
a long hand extended right ahead.n as
he would himself express it.
Your Cosway,n ne exclaimed. after
some expatiation on the scenery of the To-
cality. "your Cosway. as | take it, is a
worked-out viaduct, overwa washed now by
our big ocean; and your two specks of
| islands were once one
| won, by whom ?" said supercilious-
looking gentleman. who was twirling a
| yellow mustache.
One. | said-run up together"
I'm as glad they're trihe apart now
interposed a bluff black man. whose ac-
cent favored somewhat too strongly of
| Tipperary.
I'VE are near enough to please me an
many others. too. The farther off the
better from those who are neither kin nor
| kind"
You're bit of home ruler.
guess ?" reioincd the American.
I'm for Home Rule, if that's what you
mean. We haven't got it yet
Nor won't for many day. while there's
stone on the Giants Causewav or Il
northern foot on the ground"
This was acclaimed in a vehement
hrogue by another listener. His staunch
figure. broad. open features and freckled
face stamped him at once as the genuine
Orangeman of the North. who is proud of
his country. his prowess and his protes-
tantism.
you're Belfast boy. perhaps % re-
torted the representative of the South
You can spin yarn of linen. / make no
doubt. but YOU had better leave the talk
alone. You can't run on there
II can cut short. il can't run on" was
the retort, land that sometimes more to
the point" and he turned off abruptly.
At this iuncture a lady with prompt tact
rose to propose some music. She glded
over to friend who showed herself
pleasantly acquiescent. and in her turn
moved to the piano, which a gentleman
opened for her.
. The Southron, apparently an old &C
quaintance of the musician at once sprang
forward.
"A song of my own choosing. then. Mrs.
Lanyou." he said. You can't refuse it to
me. Let us have The Wearing of the
Green"
No, no - cried n dozen voices.
But at the moment the lady began, in a
voice SO sweet that no one could hush it,
the somewhat rebel words:
| Farewell. for must leave thee,
Ny own, my native shore,
| And doomed in foreign lands to dwell
| May never see thee more,
For laws, our tyrant laws, have said
| Ths. seas must roll between
Old Erin and her faithful sons
| That love to wear the green.
| Yet whatscee r our fate nav be
When oceans wash between,
Her truest sons will ever sing
The wearing of the green.
| NV father loved his country
| And sleeps within her breast,
While /, that would have died for her.
Must never so be blest
Those tears nv mother shed for me-
Far fewer they had been
II had proved traitor