Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1886-11-10

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same time Squire Doyle's eldest sol
having been killed in the hunting field
Misther Edward was written for by
his father. But before he went he had
this cottage built and furnished fol
Miss Kathleen; and he and Mrs. Maj
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, it hasn't been altogether an unhap-
ply time for my poor lady. used to
worry myself, thinking how lonesome
she'd feel if l were taken first. But
since she's come to know and love
you, Miss. I've been quite easy; for
should anything happen to ould NAL
ly, | know you'd never see her at a
loss"
The old Irish woman had told her
tale with emotion. Nor could / 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 l
hurried to the sitting-rooni. New
er had seen her more
animated. Her eyes were sparkling
her cheeks crimson, and she smiled
gaily as l entered. "My DEAR"
she cried, II have had such q sweet
dream, all about the dear friend you
have often heard me mention-my
cousin Shane. But must first show
you his likeness" And with fingers
that trembled sadly the poor lady
opened locket she always wore, dis
closing the miniature OF fine looking
youth, with pleasant expression on
his frank; open Countehance.
'1s he not handsome?" she inquired;
gazing fondly on the smiling face.
He is, indeed" l returned, feeling
the tears gathering in my eyes.
Dear Shane, what q deal he must
have gone through! But he is really
coming tonight, oh! yes, and then
how happy we shall be. ] may not
tell you my dream today" she add
ed with 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,
meditating on poor Miss Moonshee's
sad history and harmless delusion.
The morrow found me an hour before
church time at her door. 1t was
opened by Mally. Miss Kathleen
has oversight herself" she said; but
I'll just tap and ask if she would see
you in bed"
Repeated knocks at her mistress
door eliciting 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 howpleased
she looks"
did so. The expression on her face
was indeed 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 come
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
lelC us IMPRESSION Oh her Slnlllng lace
ere death had claimed its prey?
"'Twould be 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 white
marble cross in corner OF the Mel
bourne cemetery marks the spot
where mistress and maid sleep their
last sleep.