The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-03-12

cabbage, bacon and eggs, tea, ana
whisky we're provided; two tiddlers
were engaged; the neighbors were in
vited to the feast; and all was going
merry as a marriage bell, when James
was suddenly taken i'll. The priest
was sen, Cor. and then a messenger
went across the ferry to summon Rose.
Alas there was no time to say fare
well. James was unconscious when
Rose reached his bedside. TOdeSCrlbe
her wild grief would be impossible.
Hanging over the corpse, she let her
tears rain upon his placid face, I'M
needing the grave reproofs ofthe wom-
en-.
"Why do you be cryin' IN that way,
Rose Dillon?" Sure you know that
your lamentin' will keep him frae his
rest"
They alluded to the belief %ofthepoor
Roman Catholics that the inOrdlnate
grief of survivors troubles the depart
ed soul, and weighs it down SO that it
is unable to soar toward heaven.
"Wad We keep the poor fellow flynn
about the world?" asked her grand
mother who had been brought across
the ferry to attend the wake. "Sure,
sure We wOuldna be that cruel to the
poor boy that loved we true? pay
back thon sheet girl an drapnaemair
tears overhim. l ha' knowedit done"
And then followed a long list of ex-
amples, the experience Of close upon
80 years.
The "wake house." as the mill was
while James laythere holding
his last party, was quite full, and men
aud women listened to Grannie Dill
Ion respectfully, shaking their
gravely and uttering
many an "Och, hoch! and Alaise-a-
nie!" the while. There was good cheer
at this last entertainment OF James's
cousins had seen to that. Tea
and bread and butter and whisky were
provided in abundance, and there were
plates of cut tobacco, bundles of clean
pipes, and supplies of snuff for all
The visitors went one by one
over to the bed, andturning down the
took a last look at the corpse,
using the formula in vogue on these
occasions: Dear, but he's very like
himsel'H' and then anecdotes were re-
respecting the departed, and the
gradually became cheerful
all but Rose.
James was laid to rest in the chapel
graveyard at the edge OF Mulroy, and
the plover and curlew circled over his
head, and the work Of the world went
on as before.
The flax mill was worked by
his cousins, and league Martin
and the other farmers repaired
to it with their loads. Grannie
Dillon spun her yarn; her daughter-in-
law MIXED and churned; the farmer
plowed his landau settled down to
their daily toll except Rose. She con.
tinued to cry necessarily, regardless
of remonstrance CIR rebuke.
1t Happened that herfather followed
her down to the ferry one evening and
found her gazing at the fax mill so
fixidly that She did not hear his foot
steps.
What is it you see there, grip" he.
asked.
ooh, father do you no see?"
"Naething ava, Rose"
cts James that's standin' yonder
on the shore lookin' over at me, an
whites he lifts his hand an waves to
me. He's there every evenin'. an /
still come here to meet him. It's the
only tryst we can hold now"
There's naething there but
the ould walls o. the mill an
the whin bushes an the boat
drawn up on the shore. Come
ava to your work, girl, and help your
poor mother that's slavin' in the
byre her lane"
Rose went back to her work that
time; but she was always found gazing
at something Others could not see. 1t
soon became known in the country
that James was a troubled soul, kept
from rest by his sweetheart's tears;
and Father Dan himself was CALHOUN
on to interfere. What he said-what
weighty arguments he used, whatcom-
mands he laid upon Rose-were not
known; but she listened and eheyed,
and her tears were dried.
But she faded away from that time;
and, although james visited the mill
no more, it was believed he was
reckoning to her. A year had not
passed before che crones, meeting one
another, said.
"Do you know what I'm Just done
hearing? Rose Dillon's got TO her
restl"
1t was true. The chapel bell was
knelling for her; she was gone to meet
James upon the further shore9-All
the Year Round.
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