New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1884-06-29
NETWORK DAILY TRIBUNE SUNDAY, 1sL-FoURTEEN PAGES
hat sort Thore ara lovely Girls with no bet.er

that sort. There are lovely girls with no better
names Patence-J shall know tomorrow
These reflections made Ambrose feel quite young
and innocent again (he was three-and thirty. AT
the margin of the harbor he found ferry-boat,-a
punt rowed by couple of decayed fishermen, one
of whom pulled his oar in the usual way, while the
other stood up and waggled his TO and fro, ike
fshs tail, over the stern. There were two other
passengers besides himself girl, who might have
been pretty had the dirt been Transparent enough TO
render her face visible; she had wayy brown halr
blowing about her cheeks, and wore, by way OF a
cloak -, skirs Of an old gown,-the waist c'ught
on the back of her head and the hem Of tine gar
ment descending as far as her hips The otner
passenger was an urchin OF ten, with verv bright
pair of eyes though ore of them squintod auda-
ciously; bare head and feet. and clad IN suit OF
clothes that looked as If it had been buried ten
years IN a farm yard and tho area OF whose aper-
lures exceeded that of the material. his Doy-hls
name was Jlm-was restless and active in mind and
body; he walked on the gunwale hopped from one
thwart 20 another lieut. hand at the oar, aId had
plenty 10 say to every body To Ambrose he preferred
request for " the price Of n breakfast" All the
time he kept up a vigorous and not unmusical
whistling. Ambrose observed him with the eye OF a
aIf took a spade and dug linn out Of his mud"
thought he and got MIN clothes made of some,
thing better than rotten hsh-netting, ana trained
him little, he'd do TO keep nv den IN order' anu
carry canvases and -boXes.-Jlm' he said
aloud. be outside the inn door day after to-
morrow, and may have the price of another break
fast for you"
God save you. sor 80 l will p Jim cheerfully re-
Piled and, If you plase sor, i II may be DC aIter
wanting q taste Of breakfast tomorrow rs well"
Bnt when Ambrose solemny shook his head, jim
tipped a cross-eyed wink at the girl in the Dettlcoat
cloak, and fell to whstlIug IA gleefully as If the
spirit of dozen bTea ktasts was III his soul, as We'll
as the price of one in his pocket.
Landing on the neck of the promontory, Ambrose
stumbled over n rough and tishy mound OF shlngle.
ard struck into "a road which followed the bank OF
the river for mile and then bearing TO the east,
brought him to the other side of the peninsula, ana
full in view of the ocean, which rolled IN unlnter-
ruptedly from Newfoundland to the Bay Of blscay
and burst in mellow thunder against Ky islet
that guarded the entrance OF a narrow, sandy cove
At the end of the cove was quaint hamlet or ndu
a dozen cottages, one or two IN RUNS
No ruin is more simple and fOrl0rn than that OF
an Irish cabin. Roof and rldge-p0le are gone ];
nothing remains but the gable ends and the low
walls connecting them, cushioned with moss and
grass Once abandoned. no one NEEDLES Win
them till time and weather crumble them 10 aust.
The cotter who builds his habitation within arm 5
reach of the ruin will borrow materials from It..
1t is as sacred grave would be. lney are Nero
glyphcs in which phase OF Irish history Is el0-
auently wiitten-anG vOlubly too.
Where are they who lived III them ! Ambrose
asked himself. Not all dead, surely Gone 70
America! ! he fellow IN the torn hat aid ragged
breeches who built this cabin il a distinguished
member of the New York Legislature; his son IS at
Harvard his daughter at SaratOga. Why nOtF'
lie sat down on the brink OF low elm, against
whose base the waves fOauied, and liked nlS eyes
upOn a vessel steering westward. with the sun upon
her sails: and he entered a long vista OF TeYeres
at the end of which he the figure of Miss fitz-
gerald advancing toward nun IN the costume VI a
Venetian Duchess.
To be Continued.