The Irish standard., 1886-05-15
MARY LEE;
THE YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRASS, ESQ.
Author of 'shandy McGuire,'' ''The sps-
wife, etc.
CHAPTER VI.-Continued.

two. She was kneeling before the pic
ture of the Virgin, and l declare, glanc
ING from one to the other, could hard
" tell which was the lovelier. / have
never forgotten that face for single day
it haunts me sleeping and waking
every feature Of it seems as familiar a'
my own
SIT was really one OF the most beauti
full sights ever saw, continued the doc
tor ::her kneeling there on the cabir
floor, administering relief to the poor suf
ferers. Shelooked to me theyery image
of young Sister of Mercy [ used to see
long ago, gliding roano the sick beds il
the Dublin Hospital -
$50 full of piety and so GENTLE said
Uncle Jerry.
eyes, once, as she tonched the
parched lips of tine little cabin boy with
a spoonful Of wine and water, her tears
fell on his face, and it was impossible
IL know it.'' said Uncle Jerry; ''it
was impossible to look at her, without
hem--without feeling-hem-that is, /
mean it WIS very affecting
:sThe warn drops as they fell made
him raise his eyes to her face, and then
such look Of love and gratitude as he
gave her never saw on human face be-
fore.''
s:It's the goodness Of God, doctor,
that sends such creatures, now and
again, to reconcile us to our miserable
humanity
"Certainly.''
.We should otherwise forget our des-
Tiny altogether.
:'No doubt Of it..
ssHe sc;stters them over the dark
world, here and there, to brighten and
beautify it, as he scatters the stars over
the clouiled heavens.
"But TO return to the sufferers y said
the doctor. afraid Mr.. Guirkie should
fly off into one of his rbapsodies, ''one
poor fellow, o negro, was all but dead
7qhen J. left.''
Dear me! all but dead''
eyes, and had seven OF his toes bro
ken besides.
stLord save ust-seven toes broken!-
that's frightful-seven toes''
s:Fo,lr on one foot and three on the
otiler';
ssAIost shocking!-and What makes it
still worse, lie is Of the despised race;
but the rest-where are they?''
s'In the cabin
sWhat!-all huddled up together, the
living with the dead?"
"Why, there was no other place to
put them.-no house, you know, within
mile OF the strand
50, no! Of course not: why should
6here?'e exclaimed Uncle Jerry, not a
little irritated at the disappointment.
'sWhy should there? No, no, there's
never anything where it ought to be,
sir. I believe in my soul, slr, it there
had been house there, not slipwreek
would have happened within leagues OF
it,
e:Don't doubt it in the least" as
sentea the doctor.
s'Cross purposes, sir; that's it, cross
purposes-every thing in creation pull
ing against every other thing. It's out
xaeeous, sir--no house there, where OF
au places in the world it ought to be
I declare to my conscience it is insufer~
able
81 know it," said the doctor; it's too
bad, to be sure, but so it chances to
be-
s'Chances! nonsense! there's no
such a thing as chance-don't be-
Eeve in that. And, clasping
his hands around his knee, he
lifted up his little leg, and commenced
rocking away i'll his chair-a habit he
had when anything troubled him. He
asked no more questions either; what he
heard already supplied him with ma
terial enough for picture-and he
drew 1t, and gazed at it, till the tears
fell in big drops on the carpet. He saw
the poor wrecked sailors, stretched on
the damp floor of the warren-keeper's
hut, as plainly as if he had been there
in person standing over them.
ssWell, there is no use in fretting
about it, - he said at length, letting his
leg fell, and looking out at the rain pat
tering against the window panes; 'it |
can't be helped I suppose. They'll die
every soul of them, for want OF good
fresh air and kindly treatment. [ know
they will. Can nothing be done? I
wish to Heaven I was there myself; but
where's the use Of wishing? The doc
tor would never consent to it in such a
storm as this. To here, then | must
wait patiently, and make the best Of it.
As for that negro, he'll die; there's no
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