The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-01-09

what can say to comfort herl' Then SUI
den thought striking him, he turned to b
cousin with smile, and 'Mavourneen
says he, you haven't forgotten the oul
story we read long ago of the brave Sir r,
land, who sounded his horn in the Pass {
Roncesvalles in the Pyrenis IS. whep he ws
sore 6eset by the Moors, and heg -
where he was hunting more ti,an III,
dred miles away' She said she rem4E
bered the tale. well, says he, 4 am 7 ~
| your own true knight, asthores And. u
though haven't horn like the gallanSSr
Roland, have something just as geodta
stout stockman's whip. So, if dangepe--
fall, Tll just fetch d sounding smack floh
the LASH and here in this cabil you'lFear
| the noise
"He was smiling all the timehe waspeak-
ing; but Miss Kathleen took it sePusiy;
You won't forget says she Sur l
won't says he, If you'll promisenot TO
fret till you hear the sound of te lash
4 promise says she; and with nat Miss
Ellen and her brother came in atTTne tron1
door, and l went back to the ldchen.
"Well miss, MastherShane an his friend
started next day with half alozen men
and four wagons You'll take;are OF Miss
Kathleen said The poor by wistfully
anything happen 20 me, you'll never desers
her will you, MsllyP Canyon doubt it,
said l. But what should hppen to one as
is PRAYED for By pure sain like my young
lady1 What indeed mtttered he; and
then he wrung my hand, AID hurried OIL to
take his last kiss from tie sweet lips he
loved so well, little thinking twas the very
last on this side the grave.
$50 we were left alone the two young
| ladies and myself, in te little cabin mi
Melbourne. Miss Kathleen kept her word,
and didn't fret, though many time her
heart was full She just went quietly
| about the house, thinking of her cousin and
nought else 'Twould have been dull
time but for Miss Ellen Doylee She was
the one to be always singing, joking, or
laughing, and the days sped rapidly until
the ninth after. the young gentlemen had
set out on their journey. Twas Friday
night remember it well, for sorra bit OF
fish could get for the dinner that DAY,
and Miss Ellen laughed when | came bacSS
empty handed, and says She We sha'n.9
till fHne tea eoua Time. "i And "s SO they did
| Passing nine O'Clock, they would have
me into the parlor For, Mally,' says
Miss Ellen, we want you to tell US one
Of your capital stories. Let it be abF !
| Kerry We were sitting round the tag
| our knitting in our hands. l was betty
! the young ladies, and had just opene9
mouth to say that the story meant q
| them was called the Banshee of Gobk,
when, without bit of warning, my =
| ing Miss Kathleen gave a 5GddsA-S,
The stock whipr she cried, Il heard iii
| tinctlyp Miss Kathleen trembled liks al
aspen leaf, and calling to mind MasN ,el
Shane's words, my heart sunk within me
| She lay back in her chair without sign o
| life, her fair young face convulsed will
such a look of terror as never saw befort
or since ~,
/ ntitf pr md oh tn MAJ
| Mr. Webb, the surgeon of the ship that car
| ried us to Melbourne, brought him back witt
her He was both kind and slillful, and die
his best for my stricken darling: but he toll
us plump and plain that her case was
mortal bad one. Twas brain-fever she had
and for weeks she lay 'twixt life and death
raving ever and always of her cousin ant
the danger he was in.
''The fever was at its height when lat
one night young Edward Doyle knocked a
| the door. Ochone but he had the bad new
to tell. Masther Shane, the last and hes
of his race, was dead, murdered by tn
| bloodthirsty blacks. 1t was on the mint
evening after they had left Melbourne tina
the savages set upon them, taking them a
unawares as they sat round their campfire
| But volley from the white mems pistol
sent the blacks back into the bush howlin
like tiends. Then it was that the masthel
vowing vengeance on the savages, plunge
| 1nUO Ule WOOu III DOU pursuit. OF UQ6m. n
others followed, but in the darkness los
sight of him; nor did they find the poor DO,
| till daybreak. He was lying under a tire
| quite dead, the blood slowly oozing from
deep wound in his side. He had flung ava,
his empty pistol; but his right hand still
gripped the heavy whip with which he ha
seemingly defended himself against hi
under the shade of a blue-gum, with only
rude cross at his head, to mark where tn
last of the O'Connells lay.
''Such was the sad tale young Doyle toll
us, the tears running down his face tn
while, for he loved Masther Shane like
brother, and his heart ached for Miss Kath
leen The doctor shook his head when h
heard the story. 'Twould be a mercifu
thing, he said, provided his patient did re
cover, that all recollection of the pas
should have faded from her mind.
"She did recover, poor darling, but yer,
slowly. At first, we thought her memoir,
was entirely gone. By degrees, however
! she: heNan- to- remanher and hX-apd. h
7 asked for her cousin. To please der, 4
said he had gone on a long journey u
country; and when we found she believt
s it, Mr. Webb told us to keep up the delusio
| "Well, miss, there isn't much more to III
l Miss Ellen Doyle married the English Of
Ger who was so sweet on her during ID
voyage out and went with him to Tasmajli
|
l son having been killed in the hunting feel
Misther Edward was written for by b
father. But before he went he had til
Z cottage built and furnished for Miss : lat
leen; and he and Mrs. Major Gaywonihy
Miss Ellen Doyle that was-settled a sma
pension on my mistress that keeps her
4 comfort. Here we've lived for over thirt
( years: and except for the longing she has
: see her cousin, it hasn't been altogether a
/. unhappy time for my poor lady. l used
T worry myself, thinking how lonesome She
p, feel If | were taken first But since She
= come to know and love you, miss, I've bee
, quite easy; for should anything happen
l ould Mally, know you'll never see her
j a lossn
!, The old Irishwoman had told her tale vii
3 emotion. Nor could for theNnoment be
D crediting the supernatural element in Ii
!. story. But at this moment Miss Moonshee
e voice was heard calling me by name and
8 hurried to the sitting-room. Never had
{; seen her more animated. Her eyes WEE
{ sparkling, her cheeks crimson, and 81
/ smiled gaily as entered. 'My dear,n ii
4 cried, 81 have had such a sweet dream. 4
: about the dear friend you have often hear
> me mention-my cousin Shane. But mn
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