The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-11-26

he had the bad news to tell. Master
Shane, the last and best OF his race,
was dead, murdered by the blacks 1t
was on the ninth evening after they
left Melbourne that the savages set
upon them, taking them ut unawares
as they sat around their camp fire.
But a volley from the white men s
pistols sent the blacks back into the
bush bowling like iiends. Then it was
that the master, vowing vengeance on
the savages, plunged into the wood in
hot pursuit of them. The others fol-
lowed, but in the darkness lost sight
OF him; nor did they find the poor boy
till day break. lie was lying under a
tree quite dead, with the blood
slowly oozing from out q deep
wound in his side He had flung
away his empty pistol, but his right
hand still glipped the heavy whip
with which he had seemingly de-
tended himself against his enemies.
They buried him where he fell, under
the shade OF blue gum, with only
rude cross at his head to mark where
the last OF the O'Connels fell"
Such was the sad tale young DOYLE
told us. the tears running down his
checks the while, for he loved Mas
ther Shane like brother, and his
heart ached for Miss Kathleen. The
doctor shook his head when he heard
the story. 'Twould be merciful
thing, he said, provided his patient did
recover, that all recollection OF the
past should have faded from her mind.
''She did recover, poor darling, but
very slowly. AT first we thought her
memory was entirely gone. BY degrees,
however, she began to remember, and
by and by asked for her cousin. TO
please her we said he had gone on q
long Journey up country, and when
we found she believed it Mr.. Webb
told us to keep up the deusion.
"Well, Miss, there isn't much more
to tell. Miss Ellen Doyle married the
English officer who was so sweet on
her during the voyage out, and went
with him to Tasmania. About the
same time Squire Doyles eldest sou
having been killed in the hunting field,
Msther Edward was written for by
his father. But before he went he had
this cottage built and furnished for
Miss Kathleen; and he and Mrs. Mai.
Gayworthy-Ellen Doyle that was
settled a pension on my mistress that
keeps her in comfort. Here we've liv-
ed for over thirty years; and except
for the longing she has to see her cous.
in, 1T hasn't been altogether an unhap-
Ply time for my poor lady. | used to
worry myself, thinking how lonesome
| To l-nr, wet
since she's come to know and love
you, Miss, I've been quite easy; fo1
should anything happen to ould Nal.
ly, know you'd never see her at
loss.'
The old Irish woman had told her
tale with emotion. Nor could l for
the moment help crediting the super.
natural element in the story. But at
this moment Miss Moonshee's voice
was heard calling me by name, and |
hurried to the sitting-room. New
er had l seen her more
animated. Her eyes were sparkling
her cheeks crimson, and she smiled
gally as | entered. "My dear"
she cried, 81 have had such sweet
dream, all about the dear friend you
have often heard me mention-mv
cousin Shane. But must first show
you his likeness. And with fingers
that trembled sadly the poor lady
opened Il locket she always wore, dis
closing the miniature OF fine looking
youth, with a pleasant expression on
his frank, open countenance.
"ls he not handsome?" she inquired,
gazing fondly on the smiling face.
''He is, indeed" | returned, feeling
the tears gathering in my eyes.
"Dear Shane, what deal he must
have gone through But he is really
coming tonight, ah! yes, and then
how happy we shall be. ] may not
tell you my dream to-day" she add
ed with a little laugh; but to-mor-
row, you will look in tomorrow be-
fore you go to church? Then, my
dear, you shall know ALL"
l gave the desired promise, and
shortly after bent my steps homeward,
on poor Miss Moonshee's
sad history and harmless deluson.
The morrow found me an hour before
church time at her door. Ii was
opened by Mally. "Miss Kathleen
has oversight herself" she said; but
III just tap and ask if she would see
you in bed"
Repeated knocks at her mistress
door ellciting no response, the Irish
woman turned the handle and peeped
in. "She's sound asleep, poor dar-
ling" she whispered. "Just cast your
eyes on her, Miss, and see how pleased
she looks"
| did so. The expression on her face
was indeed a happy one, but there was
that about it which caused me to step
quickly forward and lay my hand light
ly on the brow of the sleeper. 1t
was icy cold! Yes, he had como
for her at last, the long expected low.
er. For, gazing on the placid counte-
nance of the dead, who could doubt
but a vision of the beloved one had
gladdened the soul OF the sleeper and
left it's impression on her smiling face
ere death had claimed its prey?
a"Twould be a sin to wish her back,
SO happy she looks" walled poor old
Mally. "But oh, Miss Kathleen, dar-
ling, why didn't you take me with
YOU"
The separation was but of brief
duration. The faithful old Irish
woman soon followed poor Miss
Moonshee to the grave, and q white
marble cross in corner ci the Mel.
bourne cemetery marks the spot
where mistress and maid sleep their
last sleep.
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