The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1888-12-27

Leddyship! sure the house av Moreen
Maginni, wull be foriver blissed by your
inthrance-good luck till US all this night"
.Amen!" responded my husband.
'.Arrah. Mor.en. We have niver forgotten
the use nv yer deludherin' tonguei Whist,
ye youag c,lleenl Not wan worrud OF our
prisince here to amy chance caller-d'ye
mulndr'
FAX, an docs your Amer suppose
wuil be afther wantin' to call n all Ulster
to mate ye the night" laughed the young
Irish beauty. ~ she placed fresh sod
upon the Little fire and gently touched
what seemed . bundle OF old clothes
propped up In boxlike chair at one side
mother, asthorel Wake up!" said Moreen
Here wu.l be an ould friend IS will talk
w.d ye the night Motherr'
At this very wr.nklcd and exceedingly
homcly v.sage peereI from under the
manifold layers Of q sort Of wooden plaid
piled high upon the unlovely head, and
there followed flow Of Undesirable glib
berish which / ch. .ritably took to be pure
Celtic-a jargon that my husband an
swered easily in kind. with an uncon-
scious running Of his white fingers through
his short curly locks and q knitting OF his
black brows AZ he sat beside her, staring
into the fire.
Well. it wasn't to be wondered at that
he frowned. 1.-THE Guild Cassel Nv Bann 10
only few miles beyant to the NORTHWEST
| . shame for it that you could not have
raiched it at all the night" said pretty
Moreen, casting . little admiring glance
covertly 1t the impatient young fellow
upon the bench before the fire.
BE comforted, darling" said Archie,
suddenly, springing to his feet and com ng
close TO my side "Moreen will attend you
As for me, must leave you for awhile and
| see to the extent Of O'Flaherty's mishap.
Kiss me, Mary, love-once-twice-
there! Be q brave girl and sleep and
dream Of that snuggery in Americai Mo
reen, attend your future Lady Mary; and,
whisht, coileen-put pour mother to bcdr'
G. ristmas Eve in Irelandl / looked all
about me when. after awhile, lay cud
died upon great heap OF dried turf over
which Moreen had spread our travelling
rugs. and tried to realize it all.
| The beams and rafters Of the little hut
hung thick with dried herbs, lengths Of
divers-colored cloths. and seemed, in fact
. storage place for all sorts OF humble
housekeeping sundries. A table, some
| rude chairs and benches, an earthen floor,
an open fireplace and q high backed,
boarded-up ''box- chair" close bes de it for
the ''ould WOMAN chair that kept the
draughts from hitting the poor old figure
sheltered therein at full blast, at least
these were the homely furnishings Of the
humble Maginnis cabin
How doubly luxurious, by contrast,
seemed the well-remembered rooms In New
| York-rooms that my generous beauty.
loving Arch had SO tastefully fitted UP
| for his bride!
The filmy lace curtains; the portieres
the Or entail rugs; the two or three little
gems OF real art upon the raneled walls
and the bric-a- brac!
But here was q wing '.genrc" my artistic
apartments lacked-the pretty picture
Morcen made OF herself as she sat W th
clasped hands before the fire. A perfec,
type was she of the true Irish beauty-the
dark, waving tresses. lustrous blue eyes
the clearly cut, delicate features. Sud
denly she began to rock her 1.-the body L
and fro as she sat upon the bench before
the fire. keep ng I me with the weird
Grooming song she sang. The words came
| like the soft breathing Of an Eolian harp Il
my listening ears, while the Christina,
rain fell pelting uoon the roof Of the poor
shanty, and the sparks from the FIRE leaped
| up to meet the wind that came down the
chimney in ftful gusts.
| "Agrah, me love Is shlspin'
| Beneath the cruel wave, :.
| An / h darlin'. kapin'
A wild watch Ger his gravel
He's whisper n love or dr'amin'
As naitn the waves he lies
| He's whisperin' love or dr'amin',
An wull not hear me chries!
Och-ho-o-one!
/ Och-ho-o-ouei
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must have fall en- asleep rs | listened
for. when ] opened my eyes some time
after, the IRE tai burned low and Moreeu
! had disappeared. But the 'ould woman
still SUI in the box-chair, in spite Of my
husbands rather authoritative order, ant
seemed more . bundle of rags than before
There was something SO weirdly fasci
mating in the shapeless mass Of old clothe.
that was really u living, breathing emit ty
that / fixed my two eyes upon her and
kept them there during long quarter O
an hours hard thinking.
What kept Arch e? What time could IL be
Where was Moreenl Could Ban Castl
be much further aways Was it possibly
for Us to get there in time to dine with tn
Vallancys tomorrow Was it always sncl
W, nderfully mild weather as this in Ire
land at Christmas timel Would rattle
be at homes Was it in any way
In came Moreen cloaked to the eyes. Sh
went up to the figure in the tall box
chair, leaned down until her rosy lips wer
on level with supposab!e ear, an
whispered something knew to be Hibei
MAN The figure started erect with sud
den strength wonderful to see, and SCENE
about to arise from her sitting posture
Moreen's hand detained her and said:
"Moreen!"
us your ladyship awake, thina Arrah
an it's btther cowld night widout-th
rain is turnin' to slate an the slate uli b
turnin to snow, an thin phat ull become a
US all, phativerP'
'.Do you call this cold, Moreenr
laughingly inquired, remembering tn
wide stretches OF deep, soft snow at home
ice-clogged East river and the sound of
thousand merry sleigh-bells
IDOL call it cowld, your Leddyshipl Sure
an there'n be nothing else 10 call it! Blu
it's not so cowld as the n ght whin youn
Shane Magroo gave the conshtabularie
the ship up In the SPERM Mountains-ba
'cess till thimv'
IT'LL whatr' / asked. laughing again
1.-THE police, Moreen, or the mountainsi'
| uc pOllCc, 6uTcI Anu UllssiU 1Oflvc
be thin same mountains for gvin' him hi
protixionr'
''Moreenl"
"Yis, your Leddyship!"
"Who pas Shane Magrool"
'Divvent We know, at allr'
"Sorra q bit!' I answered, droppin
pleasantly into her vernacular.
There was q sudden movement of tn
figure in the box-chair Moreen leane
down again-quite far down-and Their
was another Celtic passage OF wOrd,
Then PIPE was brought. filled, lighte
and rendered the ancient dame, an
Moreen, after seating herself comfortabl
before the fire. began to sat sly my ever
increasing curiosity.
First av all, your Leddyship, I'd bel
Their be tellin' ye that Shaae Magroo wer
the bravest, honestest, handsomest, Dor
niest broth av boy In all Ulster. Nc
wan av the commonality. aither, you
Leddyship, but mimber av wan av tn
ouldest-"
A loud, hacking cough came from Mothe
Maginnis to interrupt Moreen for a me
ment.