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

God bless her, loved the very ground
he walked on. 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. lie was the second
son OF Squire Doyle, OF Killibog Castle
and having II 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 agreat friend
OF Miss Kathleen's, was wild to 60
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 l
would go with them if they would take
me. 'Of course we II take you, Mally,'
says Masther Shane in his joking way.
'We're four giddy young creatures, and
it's quiet, decent body like yourself
we need to keep us in order
80 1t was settled, and before three
months had elapsed we had left ould
Ireland and sailed for Melbourne in q
big emigrant ship. All, weary me! but
there was galore aboard.
All the gentlemen We're 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 to theirfaces, all but young
English officer, who had smile now
and again from her-just to keep up
his heart, she said.
"We took close on five months to
make the voyage, and pleased all on
board We're when the anchor was drop
ped in Hobson's bay. Melbourne was
small placein the year we landed,
more like a 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 q 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 l was
cooking the supper in the kitchen,
when Masther Shane called me into
the parlor. The young Doyles were
sitting together on the sofa. Her
head was hidden on his shoulder, and
she was crying bitterly. while he, poor
boy, q troubled look on his hand
some face, was tlying to comfort her,
but 'twasn't a 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
ingly, what can say tocomforr 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 Roncesvalles in the Pyr-
enees, when he was sore beset by
| the Moors, and how Charlemagne, the
| great emperor, heard the sound where
he was hunting, more than q hundred
miles away?' She said she remember.
ed the tale. WE'LL says he, 'am not
your own true knight, ashore? And,
although haven'ta horn like the gall
liant Sir Rowland, have something
just as good-a stout stockman's 8
| whip. So, if danger befal, III 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 / WON'T says he, If
you promise not to fret till you hear
the sound of the LASH I promise
says she, and with that Miss Ellen
and her brother came in at the front
door. and went back to the kitchen.
"Well, Miss, Masther Shane and his
friend started next day with half
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 l.
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 we'll,
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 cousin and naught
else. 'Twould have been dull time
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
we'll, Tor sorra bit Of fish could get
for dinner that day; and Miss Ellen
laughed when l 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 ~ our bands.
/ was between the young ladies, and
had just opened my mouth to say that
the story meant to give them was
called the Banshee OF Gobkillin, when,