The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1886-01-07

w Uuc WluuOW, lIOm WHICH SQe returned
signing heavily. had long ago identified
"Mashter Shane" with 6he dear friend whose
advent she anticipated. "Some old lot er," l
said to myself, knocking about the world,
but still confidently expected by the faithful
eestsn that by t Rs,is wsdd IN seSs 1 Was s tbis b for,
matters stood, or was the m~uch-talked. of
friend a phantom of poor little Miss Moon
shee's weak brain?
I put the question rather abruptly to old
her parrot in the kitchen: "Who is Mr..
Shanes And do you really expect himl"
The old Irishwonfan's face went as white
as the table napkin she was ironing. "What
put it into your pretty head to ask?" she in
CURED, coaxingly, but with a suspicious
glance.
"Well, Mally, 1 have thought more than
once, ast the Scotch say, he is langi n comm"
"You may well say long, miss, I" returned
old Mally, tearfully. t'Tisn't in this world
"You don't mean to say he is deadI"I
exclaimed.
The old woman nodded mournfully; then
asked in a whisper If l were quite sure her
mistress was asleep. Yes; was quite sure;
she dozed off while I was playing one of
my simple lullabys, and when I stole from
the room, had fallen into a profound slum-
Der.
''The saints send her dreams of Masther
Shanen piously circulated Mally, WHO,
like her mistress, belonged to the ''ould re-
ligion;;'' s'for tbs the only comfort she has,
poor darling"
"But Mr.. Shane, who was hes" I put in
eagerly.
Zone of the Guild O'Connells, of course.
Kings they were before the Conquest, niss,
And by reason of hat same generosity,
Masther Shane when he came of age found,
that saving the ould hall and two hufdred
acres of bog, sorra a foot of the great
estates of his ancestors belonged to him.
And now, miss, pl tell you the whole story,
friend of the family, so kind you've bsen to
poor lady. There was a solemn look on
her wrinkled face as she made the promise,
and without further preamble old Mally
related her tale, somewhat as follows:
"Miss Kathleen and Masther Shane were
cousins, and reared together at the hall BY
Miss O'Connell, their aunt, for thoS were
orphans. Fine childer they were, and they
grew up among the kindly Kerry folks, who
loved 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 Irelanda AND
wasn't Masther Shane tall and handsome,
with curly black hair, the eye of the hawk,
and bould bearing of the O'Connellsa Sure,
they were made for each other, everybody
said; and SO they seemed to think, the
young masther being barely one-and-
twenty, and his cousin but eighteen when
they were betrothed. 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 I said
before, except the ould hall, a bit of wet
bog, and a trife of money in the bank,
Masther Shane was left penniless. As for
Miss Kathleen, her sweet face was her
'eWell, 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
creatures, but the darker things looked,
the closer they chung to one another; and
however Respondent he might be, the
masther had always a smile for Miss Kath-
leen; while she, God bless her, loved the
very ground he walked on. had nursed
them BOTH SO it was quite natural they
sOch, but it was a black day when
Masther Shane made up his mind to seek
his fortune in Australia. Twas young Ed
ward Doyle put it into his head to emigrate.
He was the second son of Squire Doyle of
he thought would make it more by sheep
farming in Victoria. Miss Ellen, his sister,
the toast of the country, n a great friend
of Miss Kathleen's, was wild to go with
him; and the long and short of it was,
Masther Shane, Miss Kathleen, and the
two young Doyles made up their minds to
try their u 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
they would but take me. sOf course wei
AXE you, Mally,, said Masther Shane, in
his joking way. We're four giddy young
creatures; and it's a quiet decent body like
yourself we need to keep us in order.'
8 it was settled; and before three
rnorf1c ho1 a1oDpol ra hnl Loft Nr1l Ira
land and sailed for Melbourne in a big emf.
grant ship. All, weary me! but there was
a sweethearting galore aboard. All the
gentlemen were head and ears in love witt
my young ladies. But Miss Kathleen hat
no eyes save for her cousin; and Miss Eller
fouted them all to their faces, all but {
young English officer, who had a smile nov
and again from her-just to keep up hi!
heart, she said.
'sWe took close on five months to make
the voyage; and pleased all on board were
when the anchor was dropped in Hobson'
Bay. Melbourne was a small place in thu
year we landed, more like a village thar
the great city of to-day. But the youns
folks were in high spirits, ready to maxi
the best Of everything, even the dirty I'M
ashore. Next day, the gentlemen hired
small four-room cabin, into which W.
moved, and where the young things wer
as happy as the day was long. 1t had beer
OIL UudGK LIZ NdIulCCu . wcuuffls wa
not to take place until Masther Shane ant
young Doyle had built their house on tn
land allotted to them somewhere in tn
Wester. District; the ladies remaining il
Melbourne under old Mally's charge during
their absence.
'The night before they left, 1 was cooking
the supper in the kitchen, when Masthe
Shane called me into the parlor. TIL,
young Doyles were out, n he and Mis-
Kathleen were sitting together on the sofa
Her head was hidden on his shoulder, ant
she wa crying bitterly; while he, poo
boy, a troubled look on his handsome face
was trying to comfort her; but 'twasn't
bit of use. Shane she sobbed, tits tn
first time we've been parted, and my hear
tells me we shall never meet again.
"sMally,' says the masther, despairingly
what can say to comfort her?' Then asuG
den thought striking him, he turned to hi
cousin with a smile, and sMavourneen
says he, "you haven't forgotten the oul
story we e long ago of the brave Sir Re
land, who sounded his horn in the Pass o
sore beset by the Moors, and how Charlie
magne, the great Emperor, heard the SCUM
where he was hunting more han a hur
dred miles away2' She said she remen
bered the tale. Well says he, % am l no
though haven't a horn like the gallant 81
Roland, I have something just as good
stout stockman's whip. So, if danger bt
fall, IU just fetch a sounding smack wit
the lash, and here in this cabin you'll hea
the noise
He was smiling all the time he was speal
ing; but Miss Kathleen o it seriously
'You won forget says she. Sure and
WON'T says he, If you'll promise not t
fret till you hear the sound of the lash
I promise saysshe; and with that Mis-
Ellen and her brother came in at the fror
door, and l went bach to the kitchen.
"Well, miss, Masther Shane and his frien
started next day with half-a-dozen me
and four wagons. You'll take care of Mi!
Kathleen said the poor boy wistfully
when bidding me good-by; and shoul
anything happen to me, you'll never desel
her, will you, Mallyr Can you doubt il
said l. But what should happen to one 6
is prayed for by a pure saint like my your
lady? What, indeed muttered he; an
then he wrung my hand, and hurried off t
take his last kiss from the sweet lips
loved SO well. little thinking twas the yer
last On this side the grave.
$50 we were left alone, the two youn
ladies and myself, in the little cabin i
Melbourne, Miss Kathleen kept her woyt
and didn't fret, though nhsny q TIME hi