Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1886-12-31

| them for their own sakes as well as
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
Ireland? And WASH Masther Shane
tall and handsome, with curlcy black
hair, the eye Of the hawk, and the
bould bearing OF the O'Connells? Sure
| they were made for each other, every
body said, and so they seemed to think.
the young master being barely 81 and
his cousin < when they were betroth-
ed. Wirral but sorrow was at hand.
Miss O'Connell, the aunt, died, and
her income, that had kept them all
comfortable, died with her; so, as
said before except the ould Hall, bit
OF wet bog and trifle of money in the
bank, Masther Shane was left penni-
less. AS for Miss Kathleen, her sweet
face was her fortune.
well, Miss, the poor young masther
was nigh desperate; he couldn't tear
himself away from his cousin; and if
he married her, there was little but
starvation before them. Twas
mighty hard on the young crea-
lures; but the darker things look
ed, the closer they chung to one
another; and however respondent he
might be, the masther had always n
smile tor Miss Kathleen; while she,
God bless her, loved the very ground
he walked on. I had nursed them
both, SO it was quite natural they
should confide in ould Mally.
Och, but it was black day when
| Masther Shane made up his mind TO
seek his fortune in Australia. Twas
young Edward Doyle put it into his
head to emigrate. He was the second
son OF Squire Doyle, OF Killibog Castle;
and having bit OF money, he thought
he would make it more by sheep farm
ingin Victoria. Miss Ellen, his sister, the
toast OF the county, and a great friend
OF Miss Kathleen :, was wild to 90
with him, and the long and short OF it
was, Masther Shane, Miss Kathleen
and two young Doyles made up their
minds TO try their luck together in the
far-away land.
Sure. twas hard TO leave Kerry,
where I'd been born and reared; but
'twould have been harder to bid good
by TO my darlings; so up and said |
would 90 with them if they would take
me. 'Of course we take YOU. Mally,'
says Masther Shane in his Joking way.
We're four glddy young creatures, and
its a quiet, decent body like yourself
we need to keep us in order.
$50 1t was settled, and before three
months had elapsed we had left ould
Ireland and sailed for Melbourne in a
big emierant ship. All, weary me. but
there was Observation-Disclosures aboard
All the gentlemen were head and ears
In love with my young ladies. But
Miss Kathleen had no eyes save for
her cousin, and Miss Ellen flouted
them all 10 their faces, all hut young
English officer, who had smile now
and again from her-just 10 keep up
his heart, she said
1--WE took close on five months TO
make the voyage, and pleased all on
board were when the anchor was drop.
ped in IIobson's bay. Melbourne was
"a small place in the year we landed,
more like village than the great city
OF today. 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 a small four-roomed cabin.
into which we moved, and where the
young things were rs happy as the
day was long. II 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 Ia
a at,,tp -, hall l..
ould Mallys' charge during their
absence.
THE night before they left I 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, II troubled look on his hand.
some face, was trying to comfort her,
but 'twasn't n bit OF use Shane,
she sobbed "tis the first time we've
been parted, and my heart tells me
we shall never meet again.
'Mally,' says the masther despair.
lngly what can say to comfort her.
Then a sudden thought striking him, /.
he turned to his cousin with smile, .
and 'Mayoureen, 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 Roncesvalles in the Pyr. 7
enees. when he was sore beset 10y .
the Moors, and how Charlemagne, the +
great emperor, heard the sound where ,
he was hunting, more than hundred .
miles away She said she remember.
ed the tale. Well, says he, am not
your owntrue knight, ashore? And,
although | haven'ta horn like the gal
liant Sir Rowland, | have something
ldst a. cood-a stout stockman's
whip. so, If danger beiall, III lust
fetch IA sounding smack with the lash,
and here an this cabin you'll hear the
noise
lie was smiling all the time he was
speaking but Miss Kathleen took it
seriously. You won't forget, says
she Sure and wont. says he, III