The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-09

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 ~Well, miss, Masther Shane and his friend started next day with half a dozen men and four wagons sYou1l take care of Miss Kathleen said the poor boy wisfully when bidding me goodbye and should anything happen to me. you Il never desert her. will you, Mally ? Can you doubt itr said l. But what should happen to one as is prayed for by pure saint like my young ladya What, indeed, muttered he; and then he wrung my hand, and hurried osf % take his last kiss from the sweet lips he loved so well, little thinking twas the sery last on this side the grave.
 "So we were left alone, the two young ladies and myself in the little cabin 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, thiAking 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 rapidly until the ninth after tho young men had set out on their journey. Twas Friday night-l remember it we'll, for sorra bit of fish could get for the dinner tha. day and Miss Ellen laughed when came back empty handed, and says she: We shan't dine to. day, Maily, we'u 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, we want you to tell us one of your capital stories. Let 1t be about Kerry We were sitting round the table. our knit ting in our hands. l 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 Cob kill,n, when, without a btt Of warning, my darling Miss Kathleen gave a sudden start - The stock whipr she cried, Il heard it distinctly Mss Kathleen trem- bled like an aspen leaf, and calling to mind Masther Shane's words, my heart sank within me. She lay back in her chair withous sign of life, her fair young face convulsed with such q look of terror as never saw before or since.
 We got her into bed, and then Miss Ellen ran out for a doctor and chAncing to meet Mir. Webb, the surgeon of the ship that carried us to Melbourne, brough, him back with her. He was both klnd and skillful, and did his best for my stricken darling; but he told us plump plain that her case was a mortal bad one. Twas brain fever she had and for weeks she lay twixt life and death, raving ever and always of her cousin and the danger he was in.
 The fever was at its height when late one night young Edward Doyle knocked at the door. Ochone but he had the bad news to tell. Masther Shane, the last and best of his race, was dead, murthcTed by the bloedthirsty blacks. lt was on the ninth evening after they had left Mel bourne, that the savages set upon them, taking them at unawares as they sal, round their camp fire. But volley from the white mems pistols sent the blacks back into the bush bowling like 6ends Then it was that the masther, vowing vengeance on the savages, plunged into the woods in hot pursuit of them. The others followed, but in the darkness lost sight of him nor did they find the poor boy till dAybreak. He vas lying under tree quite dead, the blood slowly oozing from a deep wound in his side. He had flung away his empty pistol ; but his right still griPped the heavy whip with which he had seemingly defended himself l where he fell, under the shade of a blue gum, with only rude cross at his head to mark where the last Of the o Councils lay.
 Such was the sad tale young Doyle told us the tears running down his flce the while, for he loved Masther Shane like brother, and his heart achcd for Miss Kathleen. The doctor shook his head when he heard the story. 'rwould be merciful taing, he said, provided his patient did recover, that all recollection oi 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 long journey up-country and when we found she believed it, Mir. Webb told us to keep up the delusion.
 We'll, miss, there isn't much more to tell. Miss Ellen Doyle married an Eng lish officer who was SO sweet on her dur ing the voyage out and went with him to Tasmania. About the same time, Squire Doyle's eldest son having been killed in the hunting 6eld, Misther Edward was written for by his father. But before he went he had this cottage built and fur pished for Miss Kathleen and he and Mrs. Major Cayworthy-Miss Ellen Doyle that was-settied . small pension on my mistress that keeps her in comfort Here we've lived for over thirty years and except for the longing she has to sec her cousin, it hasn't been altogether an unhappy time for my poor lady. used to worry myself, thinktng how lonesome she'd feel If were taken first Bot since she's come to know and lsve you, miss, ve been quite easy for should anything happen to ould Maily, know you'll never see her at loss" The old irishwoman had told her tale with emotion. Nor could for the mo-