, 1884-01-27

a girl, now, We wouldn't be fret
tin the life out o. me with your 'blighted
love- as ye call it. The men is always a-ravin'
an a-tearin' about their love and their hearts
afore they're married, but who liver heard o
| their bein' troubled with anything O. the kind
afterwards. All the same. I'm sorry for you,
Jamesey, by" she hastened to add, seeing
his under lip begin to hangdown, for you're
a poor diukit lad and a twin" Jamesey was
appeased
"The strength is clahe gone out o me" he
remarked, presently. 1.-THE work drags me
hard an I'm fearin' III soon nave to lay by"
Lay by, then; do, for a SPELL urged
Patsey, kindly. Its only a little rest you're
needin' after all IN work enough for the
two of us"
He was glad TODD something for the brother
whose suffering he felt responsible for, and so
he says again, eagerly:
LAY by, Jamesey, lay by a WHILE" and
his mother added her entreaty.
Jamesey was only too willing, and accord
ingly the next morning, when the mill-bells
rang, instead of rising as usual, he turned
over in bed with a luxurious gIunt and went
to sleep again, while Patsey hurried through
his simple toilet, tiptoeing round over the
bare floor with painful care not to disturb
him, and his mother put the largest potato
and the choicest bit of bacon by the fire TO
Keep biTul hphlnSJ hlS coming uDMH.
After his late breakfast, Jamesey lounged
about home awhile and then betook himself
TO the street. where for an hour or more he
picked his teeth and pared his nails, leaning
against a lamp-Post and watching the passers-
by. He wound up the forenoon in the corner
grocery store, where he had a friendly chat
and a glass of beer with Il fellow-loafer.
The summer days slipped by; Mrs. Rooney
sweating over her wash-tub and watching
her boy with nxiou eyes, her heart
growing harder against Katy Sullivan
every moment.
Patsey, working like a tiger, doing double
work as he had promised, and feeling a sort
Of relief in it, regarding it as some slight
atonement for his guilt in possessing Katy
Sullivan's love.
Meanwhile he Stunned Katy as he would
the plague, feeling every time he saw her, MS
he said to himself like Il thief with stolen
goods in both pockets"
And Katy, she looked at Patsey sharply
out OF the corner of the eye whenever she
got a chance, and her loving heart ached TO
see that he WINS growing thin and pale.
At last she set her white teeth together
with true Irish grit and vowed that this state
OF things should come to an end, and that
speedily.
One Sunday morning, as the two brothers
| MeTc ItlurulIE nODlt uO1n HlttSS, LUeN ou-
countered Katy Sullivan. She looked fresh
and blooming as a rose, and one of the boys
at least felt his heart leap at signt OF her. As
soon as she saw them she crossed the street
and came directly toward them, with the air
of one who has a purpose. Without a word
of greeting to either she stepped squarely in
front of them, and, looking severely at
Jamesey, began:
ats glad l am to meet you, Jamesey
Rooney she said; ''an' now that l have the
chance, | name to spnke out me mind, and
feel the better for it. Aren't you ashamed
of yourself nowf' she went ON, flashing
her black eyes scornfully upon him
"a great ~strappin' lummuck like you,
to lave your work and go whinin' and
pullin' 'round-a-haugin' on to your mother
and brother for a livin'l An pretendin' that
It's all Katy Sullivan's doin'sl AM so your
heart is broke. is It'll All, we hear enoughIn
laughing and shaking her head at him;
don't never tell that to mel Your hearth
Let alone a sly, lazy lout like yourself for
pickin' out the girl as he thinks can support
him in aise and idlenessi Didn't We say to
Dan Riley: Katy Sullivan's the girl to sup
port "A diliRit man like meself without a lift
of his finger the year aroundr Your hearth
she repeated with such angry vehemence that
Jamesey turned pale and pulled at his
brothers arm in a hurry to get away.
There, go along wild heir she burst out
finally with a grimace of disgust; 1--WE said
my say, only I'll throw in one word more of
advice. There's the wilder Cotter, the old
clothes woman; they do say she is dying o.
love for ye-more fool shel And We know
she has a fine business of her own and money
in the bank besides. 1 hate her like pizen,n
Katy continued, laughing, land the worst
with | have for her is that she may get YOU
l for laF GannTI husband TapnAa.rv -.-
She laughed again scornfully and tripped
away, turning back, however, to look at Pat
sey just us he was casting a sheepish glance
after her. She came almost to q full stop
and nodded TO him ~roguishly. But poor Pat
sey's heart trembled within him, and it was a
pale and troubled face that he turned from
her.
The two brothers walked on a few rods in
silence. Pfty.for Jamesey and love for Katy
struggled together in Pntsey's breast. He
wanted to say something consoling, but before
he had hit uPon just the right thing Jamesey
spoke.
'1es true what she said OF Mrs. Cotter, " he
remarked doggedly. "An' a fine woman she
Is, and knows a gintleman when she secs one.
No doubt she'd support me like a prince, and
say thank We besides. / have thought her a
trifie old for me; but what matterl IN bs
as old as herself If l live long enough. Pat
sey, | believe to inc soul I'll take herln
7Patsey stared in open-mouthed astonish
ment,
'But your hearth your heart, Jamesey brylu
he exclaimed wildly. "How can We marry
one woman and your heart a-brealin' for
anotherr'
ooh, shut up, will ye nowl" said Jamesey
peevishly.
Light began to dawn on Patsey's mind.
| Thay had Faa.alad tIair nw,, H., -. II.
burst into the room where his mother sat,
hauling Jamesey after him.
Mother, mother!' he cried excitedly.
"here's the by as good az new, heart and AMI
Tell her about the wilder Cotter, Jamesey.r
'It's nothing, mother says Jamesey
sheepishly, only I've about made up me mind
TO marry the widder Cotter and let Katy
Sullivan go hang"
His mother threw up her hands in delighted
suprise
have l said to many's the time to you,
Patsey Rooney Haven't | said that
woman loves your brother like her own
soul'-haven't IF'
'You have, you have indade,n asssnted
Patsey, rubbing his hands excitedly.
IAN a fine thing it II he for ye, Jamesey
me byl Her first husband niver did a stroke
OF work from ono years end tin another, an
died, at last a-sittin' in his aisy-cushioned
chair, with a bit o pork and cabbage In his
mouth. Ali She supported him like a gin
tlemau. What won't she do for a diilit,
handsome lad like yourselfF'
Patsey gazod from one 10 the other, and an
expression " great satisfaction spread
slowly over his flushed, eager face, which
concentrated itself at last into Il radiant
grin.
"An' now" says he, with a business-lts