Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1886-11-10

there was weetheartinggalors aboard
All the gentlemen were head and ears
in love with my young ladies. But
Miss kathleen had no eyes save fol-
her cousin, and Miss Ellen fiouted
them all to theirfaces, all but young
English officer, who had smila now
and again from her-just to keep ur
his heart, she said.
eve took close on five months tc
make the voyage, and pleased all or
board were when the anchor was drop
ped in Hobson's bay. Melbourne was
a small place in the year We landed
more like village than the great city
OF to-day. But the young folks were
in high spirits ready to make the best
OF everything, even the dirty inn. they
were forced to put up at the first
night ashore. Next day the gentle
men hired d small four-roomed cabin,
into which we moved, and where the
young things were as happy as the
day was long. 1t had been arranged
that Miss Kathleen's wedding was
not to take place until Masther Shane
and young Doyle had built their house
on the land allotted to them some
where in the western district, the la
dies remaining in Melbourne under
ould Mallys' charge during their
absence.
"The night before they left was
cooking the supper in the kitchen,
when Masther Shane called me into
the parlor. The young Doyles were
out, and he and Miss Kathleen were
sitting together on the sofa. Her
head was hidden on his shoulder, and
she was crying bitterly. while he, poor
boy, a troubled look on his hand
some face, was trying to comfort her,
but 'twasn't bit of use. Shane,
she sobbed, cts the first time we've
been parted, and my heart tells me
we shall never meet again
'Mally,' says the masther despair.
ingly, what can say to comfort her?
Then sudden thought striking him,
he turned to his cousin with smile,
and May says he, you
haven't forgotten the ould story we
read long ago of the brave Sir Ro-
land, who sounded his horn in
the Pass of RoncesvalIes in the Pyr-
enees, when he was sore beset by
the Moors, and how Charlemagne. the
he was hunting. more than hundred
miles away?' She said she remember.
ed the tale. WELL says he, am not
your own true knight, ashore? And.
although / haven'ta horn like the gal
liant Sir Rowland, | have something
just as good-a stout stockman's
whip. So, if danger befall I'll just
fetch sounding smack with the lash,
and here in this cabin you'll hear the
noise
"He was smiling all the time he was
speaking, but Miss Kathleen took it
seriously. You won't forget says
she. Sure and l WON'T says he, If
you promise not to fret till you hear
the sound OF the lash l PROMISE
says she, and with that Miss Ellen
and her brother came in at the front
door. and l went back to the kitchen.
"Well, Miss, Masther Shane and his
friend started next day with half a
dozen men and four wagons. You'll
take care OF Miss Kathleen said the
poor boy wistfully. when bidding me
good-by, 'and should anything happen
to me you'll never desert her, will you.
Mally?' Can you doubt it?' said I.
But what should happen to one as is
prayed for by pure saint like my
young lady?' What, indeed, mutter-
ed he, and then he wrung my hand
and hurried off to take his last kiss
from the 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 the little cab
in in 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 ia TSe 9 Hig. and naugh 9t
but for Miss Ellen Doyle She was
the one to be always singing, joking
or laughing, and the days sped rapid
ly until the ninth after the young gen.
tlemen had set out on their Journey.
Twas Friday night remember it
well, Tor sorra bit OF fish could | get
for dinner that day; and Miss Ellen
laughed when I came back empty
handed, and says she: 1--WE shan't |
dine to day, Mally; we'll just wait till
tea time" And so they did. Passing
nine o'clock they would have me into |
the parlor. For, Mally,' says Miss |
Ellen, I'VE want you to tell us one of |
your capital stories. Let it be all |
about Kerry We were sitting round |
the table, our knitting III our bands
l was between the young ladies, and
had just opened my mouth to say that
the story l meant to give them was
called the Banshee of Gcbkillin, when,
without a bit of warning, my darling,
Miss Kathleen, gave sudden start.
The stock whip!' she cried. L heard
it distinctly!' Miss Kathleen trembled
like an aspen leaf, and called to mind
Masther Shane's words, my heart
sank within me. She lay back in her
chair without IL sign of life, her fair
young face convulsed with such a look
Of terror as l never saw before Or
since"
eve got her into bed, and then Miss
ELAN rau out for a doctor, and
CHANGING to meet Mr.. Webb, the sur
yeon of the ship that carried us to
brought him back with
her. He was both kind and skillful.
and did his best for my stricken dar-
ing; but he told 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,
'aving ever and always of her cousin
and the danger he was in.
'"The fever was at it's height, when,
ate one night, young Edward Doyle
at the door. Ochone! but
le had the bad news to tell Master
shane, the last and best of his race,
vas dead, murdered by the blacks. 1t
vas on the ninth evening after they
eft Melbourne that the savages set
lpon them, taking them at unawares
Is they sat around their camp fire.
But volley from the white mems
pistols sent the blacks back into the
'ush bowling like fiends. Then it was
hat the master, vowing vengeance on
he savages, plunged into the wood in
lot pursuit of them. The others fol.
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