Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-12-20

IRON an OCCASIONAL Co1icC ~ jug "hso
cottage the green vsrsnds posts, l became
the daily visitor and intimate friend OF its
mistress. l had learned to love poor little
Miss Moonshss with . protecting fondness
such a. the young and strong sometimes
entertain for the old and weak. Moreover,
to me she seemed the embodiment of that
Old World refinement that, assertiye young
colonial as was could thoroughly sppre-
ciate. And she clung to me, this gentle
Irish lady, looking eagerly for my coming,
aud following me with wis!lul glances
when | took my leave. She spoke but
seldom OF her past, and although adyerting
OF times to her lopgexpected friend, seemed,
on the whole to prefer drawing me on to
talk Of my school fdends and studies:
Then, on Saturday afternoon, she would
MARBLE plainrive Irish ballads to her harp
in q wonderfully clear, true voice, the
seund of which always drew old Mslly
from the kitchen. i was accustomed on
those occasions to sing The WeariA' o
the Green" to "a piano accompaniment;
and when Maley's national enthusiasm
was sufficiently stirred by its irresistible
passion and psthos to dash into q Jig, there
by setting the old lady to cspering like 8
true daughter Of Erin.
Mally invariably spologized to her mis-
tress for shaking her loot" IS she termed
the antics she INDUCED in; then bestowing
al sdmiring glance on me, usually added
iusinuatingly; "Sure, Miss, nobody as
hadn't drop Of the real ould blood could
ills the tune as you do"
"You think she has Kerry blood in her
veins, Mally2 Miss Moonshee would say,
with smile.
Sosrs q doubt Of il; and if Mssther
Shane hearn her play The Rocky Roads
TO Dublin, he d say the same"
The little lady's face always Redeemed at
/ TIE mention of the foregoing name, and i
noticed that Immediately Afterwsrd she be-
came restless, making frequent excursions
10 the window, from which she returned
signing heavily. had long ago identified
"Masther Shane" with the dear friend
whose advent she anticipated. Some old
lover, Il said 10 myself, knocking about
the world, but still confidently expected BY
the faithful heart, that believed in vows
long since forgotten By the wsnderer.
Was this how matters stood, or was the
much-talked.of friend q phantom of pool
little Miss Moonshee's weak brain?
l put the question rather abruptly to old
Maliy one day when engaged in inter
viewing her parrot in the kitchen: "Whc
is Mr.. Shane And do you really expect
him?
The old Irishwoman's face went as white
asthe table napkin she was ironing. VIVA
pat it into your pretty head to ask? sht
inquired coaxingly, bat with suspicious
glance. 81,
well, MAlly, | have thought more thar
once that, a. the Scotch say, he is lang IL
comm.
You may well say loug,' Miss" re
turned old Mslly tesrtully. " Tisnt II
this world Miss Ksthsleeu will ever Sc
eyes on him " ,n
You don't meau to say he 10 dead
/ exclaimed.
/ The old woman nodded mourfully, ther
asked in a whisper if | were quite sure bel
mistress was asleep. Yes. was quite sure
she had dozed of while was playing one
of nv simple lullsbies, and when | stole
from the room had fallen into a profound
slumberl
The saints send her dreams of Mssthel
Shanep piously calculated MsllY who
ike her mistress, belonged to the "ould re,
ligion;" for tbs the only comfort she hsd
poor darling,
But Mr.. Shane, who was hep | put in
eagerly,
zone of the ould o Councils, of course
Kings they were before the Conquest, Miss,
and from fret to last an open-hsnded race.
And by reason Of that same generosity
! Master Shane when he came OF age found
that, saving the ould Hall aud two hundred
acres of bog, sorrs foot Of the great eS-
tstes of ancestors belonged TO him. And
now, Miss, I'll tell you the whole story, for
its you deserves to be treated ike friend
of the family, so kind you've been to my
Door lady" There was solemn look on
her wrinkled face as she made the promise
and without further preamble old Mslly
related her tale, somewhat as tollow5.
Miss Ksthaleen and Master Shane wers
cousins, and reared together at the Hall
By Miss O'Connell, their aunt, for they
were orphans. Fine ehilder they were, and
they grew MP among the kindly Kerry folks
who loved them for their own sakes as well
IS for the good blood that showed itself SO
plainly in both. For hadn't Miss Kathleen
the bloom of the rose, the eye of the dove
and the sweetest temper in Ireland2 And
wasn't Master Shane tall and handsome,
With curly black hair, the eye ofthe hawk,
aud the 6ould bearing Of the OConnells?
Sure they were made for each other every
/ BODY said, and 80 they seemed to think, the
Young masther being barely ouesnd.twenty
and his cousin but eighteen when they
were betro.hed. Wirra but sorra was at
at hand Miss O'Connsll, the aunt, died,
and the income that had kept them all com
| for;sble, died with her; so as / said before,
except the ould Hall, 9 bit Of wet bog, and
and triae Of money ir the bank, MHsther
Shane was if peuniless. Astor Miss kaths.
leen, her sweet face was her fortune.
well, Miss, the poor young masther
was nigh desperate; he couldn't tear him
self away from his cousin; and if be mar.
ried her there was little bat starvation be.
fore them. Twas mighty hard on the
young creatures; but the darker things
looked, the closer they chung to one another;
and however respondent he might be, the
masther had always q smile for Miss Kath-
leen; while she, God bless her, loved the
very ground he walked on. had nursed
them both, so it was quite natural they
should con6de in ould MsHy.
Och, but it was 8 black day when
Mssther Shane made up his mi d to seek
his fortune in Australia. Twas young Ed.
ward Doyle put it into his head to emigrste.
he was the second son of Squire Doyle of
KiIlibog Castle; and having bit Of money,
he thought he would make it more By
sheep farming in Victoria. Miss Ellen,
his sister, the toast OF toe country, and
great friend of Miss Ksthleen's, was wild
TO 90 with him, and the long and short of
il was Masther Shane, Miss Kathleen, aud
the two young Doyles made sp their minds
to try their luck together in the tar-aWsy
land.
"Sure, twas hard to leave Kerry, where
I'd been born sud reared; but 'twould have
been harder to bid good-by to my dsrlings;
80 up and said | would go with them if