Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-03-06

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(" Listen. league. Go TO his reverence,
Father Dan, an pay him to offer up iva
masses for my sinful soul but the MON
ey-''
The money, Nary It's here touch
ing his pocket, aye, if it was twiste as
much-it's here. But how will / know
that the masses is accepted. an that yell be
let into heaven ~
The figure began to fade away, and the
voice was fainter
If / am forgiven, the night after the Sec
ond mass is said for me, I'll come to you in
the form of white bird, and I'll stand in
the window, at the foot of your bed, an
sing you beautiful hymn before I fly
away 10 heaven"
The voice died away softly, and. Just as
they reached the flax mill, the figure dis
appeared. Weary though league was that
night, he went straight TO the priest after
supper and told him the strange tale.
Father Dan took the money and promised
TO say the masses, encouraging league to
hope that all would be well with Mary.
Come back an tell me if she appears to
you again" said he.
Some days later he had second visit
from league.
Well, my good man. he began, did
you get any word from that poor soul ?''
An how is it wi her now?n
Thanks be to your reverence an the
Lord, she's got to her rest now 1t was in
the night time, an was lynn on my bed
vi the blessed rosary in my hands prayin'
constant, when l heard the hItterin' O.
wings at the window. an then beautiful
hymn, like ane O them hymns that is sung
in the chapel on Easter day, was sung, an
so knowed Mary was going to heaven
" Did she speak, Teague?"
Feen a word. The hymn sounded
fainter an fainter, till it was like a zee
gentle sough O. wind off the Tough, an /
was content in my mind to think that Mary
was at rest"
The flax mill on the Mulroy road was
the scene of another ghostly appearance.
The reader must transport himself in imag-
inatlon across the ferry opposite the mill
TO the farm lying beneath the hills, from
whence there was good view of league
and Mary's house, and the wild range OF
mountains behind it.
Rose Dillon was tie prettiest girl in the
1n0le country. and she had many admirers
among the rich farners-any one of whom
would have pleased her parents better than
the suitor she chose. James Maiilton was
handsome young man, but he was not
richie had only the flax mill and poor
small farm and three COWS. How vexatious
it was that Rose should set her affections
upon him, when she could have been mis-
tress OF slated house and fourteen COWS.
Father Dan was entreated to use his in
tinence, and he did say a word or two, rep
resenting the worldly advantages of Mike
and Sam, Teddy and John. But il was all
10 no purpose. Rose blushed and persisted
IN clinging to James.
" Put your commands on her, YOUR rev.
erence; she wilma go against the church, .
said the father.
= No. no; that is not to be done,'' replied
the priest. James is a good boy, he pays
his dues regular, an diligent at his duty,
an obedient to his church. He deserves a
good wife. Let Rose have him."
After that opposition ceased, of course.
and day was fixed for the wedding.
Plenty of corned beef and cabbage. bacon
and eggs, tea and whisky were provided ;
two fiddlers were engaged the neighbors
were invited TO the feast and all was GO
ing merry as marriage bell. when James
was suddenly taken ILL., The priest was
sent for, and then messenger went across
the ferry TO summon Rose. Alas there
was no time to say farewell James was
unconscious when Rose reached his bed
side. To describe her wild grief would be
impossible. Hanging over the corpse, she
let her tears rain upon his placid face, IN
needing the grave reproofs of the women.
Why do you be cryin' that way, Rose
Dillon? Sure you know that your lament
in will keep him frae his rest
They alluded to the belief OF the poor
Roman Catholics that the inordinate grief
OF survivors troubles the departed soul and
weighs it down so that it is unable to soar
toward heaven
" Wad We keep the poor fellow fvin'
about the world?" asked her grandmother,
who had been brought across the ferry 10
attend the wake. Sure, sure, We wouidna
be that cruel to the poor boy that loved We
true Lay back thon sheet, girl, an drap
nae MAR tears over him. ha' knowed il
| done
And then followed long list of exam
pies, the experience of close upon ninety
years.
The wake house" as the mill was
called, while James lay there holding his
last party, was quite full, and men and
women listened 20 Grannie Dillon respect
| fully, shaking their heads gravely and ut
| tering many an Och, hochi and Alaise-a-
me the while. There was good cheer
at this last entertainment OF Tames'-his
| cousins had seen 10 that. Tea and bread
! and butter and whisky were provided in
( abundance, and there were plates of cut TO-
bacco, bundles OF clean pipes, aud supplies
! OF snuff for ali corners. The visitors went
one by one over to the bed. and turning
! down the sheet, took q last look at the
corpse, using the formula in vogue on these
occasions; - Dear, but he's very like him.
sci . and then anecdotes were related re-
| speeding the departed and the company
| gradually became cheerfal-an but Rose.
James was laid 10 rest in the chapel
graveyard at the edge OF Mulroy. and The
! plover and cnrlew circled over his head
and the work of the world went on as be.
! fore
The flax mill was worked by his cous.
ms, and league Martin and the other far
mers repaired to ii with their loads. Gran
ME Dillon spun her yarn: her daughter-in.
law MIXED and churned the farmer
/ plowed bis land-all settled down to theil
daily toll except Rose. She continued tc
cry incessautly, regardless of remonstrance
or rebuke.
1t happened that her father followed her
down to the ferry one evening and found
| her gazing at the flax mill so fixedly that
she did not hear his footsteps
| asked.
Oh father, do you no see?u
Naething ava Rose
It's James that's standin' yonder on the
1 shore lookin over at me, an while he lift.
his hand an waves TO me. He's there ey.
cry evenin', and still come here to NEE
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, an help your poor
mother that's slavin in the byre lane
Rose went back 10 her work that time
but she was always escaping to the ferry
and always found gazing at something
Others could not see. II soon became known
in the country that James was troubled
soul, kept from his rest by his sweetheart
tears; and Father Dan himself was called
upon to interfere. What be said-what
weighty arguments he used, what com
/ nands he laid upon Rose were no
known; but she listened and obeyed. anS
/ her tears were dried.
But she faded away from that time; and
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