Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1888-12-22

h0W over her m0thor'g, or through the
caustio medium Of herscathing soliloquies
alone Since she takes care 10 never ad-
dress herself 10 them personally or indi-
Fidually, they do not take it upon them
selves to answer her; aud think they are
glad, indeed, to leave the house after q
thorough search has been made; and we
are glad we know, 70 hear the last clatter
Of thoir horses hoofs die away il the dis
tapce.
Moreen makes up thy hRnbIe couch again
tor even this has been tuffisd topsytufyy
In the ffssitless search) and ] go 70 sleep IN
spite Of myself. Moreen assures me that
Mr.. O'Neill must surely haYe gone on to
Moneymore with the driver, O'Fiaherty,
TO see for himself that fresh horse ahd
vehicle would be in readiness in the morn
Ing 50 that We might 80 comfortably on
otir WAY 70 Bann Castle.
Christmas morning in Ireland--shali
ever forget III / open my eyes 70 the
sparkling light Of CHEEKY sunbeam that
renUcta fusclf $780, as,ei. .nuex aoni1i I'd some
Tin platters on a shelf just above my bed.
see tie fire burning on the hearths smell
the appetizing aroma Of the usual roasting
potato, hear the busting about Of the busy,
tireless Moreen, and looking towards the
boS-chair, discover-yes, as surely ~ J
live-th6 hgBye that looks as much like
bundle Of rags as byer.poor old Granny
Maginnisl Is she fxttfes then, night
and dayi close my eyes dreafiilt snd
pair Of lips touch mine. "Archiep' ritfi
mtir.
"6hfistnaas gift, ye lazy little craltherp
cries fiidsiSal voice above me. Here
am / wild me arrtims fun TO overhowin'
wild illigant prisints bought at M0neymore
tfiis hlsscd morn-and it's tin to wan II 70
have aiven d thought TO give to me-fegs,
but Pm left, the dayW
"Oh, Archie, did dream III"
"'Drame itl says shel "But thefe,
sttshla, AK me an aisy wan''
"WhS, Archie, mean all that about
| Shane Magroo--and the soldiers Where
were yod, sir, all that timel Your wife
RGb almost in danger, Archie o'Neill, and
you = you -"
"Was spindin' me last ha'penny on me
cnefateful little wifel There, there, Mary
mine. don't Te be maxim such awful eyes
at me Why, stltc nothing could harm ye,
We beautiful wanl Wan sight at that
shwate, pitilul face would melt tho heart
of a statue o. stone intoireiYw
tits no use. eau fever be angry long
at Archie. The rich, tender, Rellew tones
of his voice when he speaks to me are liks
some raVishing melody that soothes while
/ IL charms. And With this Irish voice he
tells ftiS where he has been, and Of the
news that has GONE 10 him, that none Of his
kinsfolk are at Bann Castle, but are
| Hin1etiuG in Dublin. So we need not con-
i
hurry across Lough Neagh and catch the
Belfast steamer bound for Liverpool on the
following Wednesday.
say goodbye to Moreen Maginnis re-
ldctaftiy; after having, with his consent,
shared WIZ her the most Of Archie's
Christmas presents; sbfihg into close
carriage and am driven rapidly back over
the rough road leading to Moneymofs.
After all don't know that am SO deep
" disappointed at not seeing Bann Castle
Gotld { have had my choice, I'd have
chosen father the romantic episode of sc
novel character as that experienced in
the Maginnis shanty; and the hearing
With nv own ears, the story of the noble
youth VITO befriended the tenantry at the
risk of his life. lshall always feel near
ness to Shane Magroo since have chanced
10 be mixed up in the very search for him
and so muse and muse and muse.
Out at sea. Our good boat has plunged
through the waves Of the North chan mel,
tge Have dipped down past She Isle Of Man
and ireland IL being left miles upon miles
behind us Ny bridegfoenis s arm is about
me as we sit, sheltered FROM alI human
| -, rtasa cd the
well-furnished cabin of the little channel
steamer. use the word human advisediJ
in this instance, since am sure the angels
must be near, so mulch state Of heaven is
it, and am content to hear the musical
Ifish Voice. murmuring pretty hothinss
and exquisite something's into my listen
ing ear.
''Whist, Mary, asthorel Wake DIP, my
darlingl Is it asleep that you area"
''No, indeed, Archie; but it seems like a
dream to look back over the last three
days. tshall never forget my Christina,
in Ireland p'
"And which part of it all seemed the
most wonderful to you, Mary, dearr'
Honestly, Archie==donit laugh-it was
l think, to see how poor old Granny Ma
ginnis sat at her post Do you think 1
chronic, Archlel"
Vhronic'-what might you mean By
that, Maryi''
'SThat box-chair; does she erer leave itp
l''She left it that night you were there
Mary"
THAT'S just what she didn't do, Archi
bald, dear"
"Come, now, let me explain. Can "
kape a saycritln 1t will have been no