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


land at Christmas tifnel Would rather
bh ct homel Was it in any way
In came Moreen cioaked 70 the Ryes: She
went up to the figure in the tall box
chair, leaned down untii her rosy lips were
on d level with q supposable ear, and
WHISPERED soinethits knew to be Hiber-
nian The figure started erect With stid'
den strength wonderful to see, and seemed
about to arise from her sitting posture
Moreenis hand detained her and said:
"Moreenln
us Fotr ladgshiD awake, thini Arrah,
rain is turnin' to slate an the slate tIll be
turnin to snow an thin phat I'LL become av
rs all, phativerl"
"Do you call this Gold, Moreeni''
laughingly inquired, remembering the
wide stretches of deep, soft snow at home,
ice-clogged East river and the sound Of q
thousand merry sleigh-bells
nBo call IL cowld, your Leddyshipl Sure,
an there'll be nothing else to Call itl But
it's not so cowld as the night whin young
Shane Magroo gave the conshtabularies
the ship up in the Sperrin Mountains-bad
ibtss till thithw
.i.'flli whatl' 1 asked, laughing agaih.
1.-THE police, Moreen, or the mountainsl''
1.-The police, sure And blissid foriyer
be thin same mountains fof giyin' him His
protixion p,
'Moreenln
'fXie, yoiir taddyship"
"Who Uas Shane MagrooM
'Divvent ye know, at alll'
"Sorra a bitl" l answered, dropping
pleasantly into her vernacular.
There Was a sudden movement Of the
figure IN bhe box-chaif: Moreen leaned
doWH agaih-quite faf dBWn-aHd thefs
was another Celtic passage Of words,
Then o pipe was brought, filled; lighted
aid tehdeted the ahtiett dame, and
Mof6eh, after SEATING hetself comfortably
before the fire. began to satisfy my ever
increasing curiosity.
First av all, your Leddyship, I'd bet
ther be tellin' ye that Shane Magroo were
the brAvest honestest handsomest, boa
hiest broth ay d boy Id all blstet Not
wan av the commonality, aither, your
Leddyship, but mimber av wan av the
ouldest-"
A loud, hacking cough came from Mother
Msginnis TO interrupt Moreen for mo-
ioent
'Wan av the Ouldest dn' siftlist Se I'LL
the gintale aristocfacy aV btld ireland.
But lie loved the paSpel, did Shane; loved
lviry wan av the down-throddin'; t1eeser
able craithers that lived upon his IT,
cle's-"
Another cough from the box chair. The
wind was beginning to rise, and ever and
anon it came swirling down the chimney
and found its way even into the sheltered
hooks Of the box-Chair,
ut were hard saisoh wan year for the
poor folk your LeddSship-t year the
Shhhe Magroo were so desaitfully dilt wild
be his cuzzin, the Leddy Bridgit o. Mallory.
Och, but she were a gostherin', milk
faced bit o. quality-beggin' your Leddy-
ships pardonl An over-swaggerin' be
Iantin' young wooman-savin' your Leddy-
ships pri isince-who wud have given tho
two fashin' Dyes out av her proud hid for
wan love-word from the dear Shane Ma
grooi Tare an GUNS, but she were high
AM mighty bit o. clay I'm thinkih' that
aiven wild the pinniless bhoy, Shane
Magroe, she'd have been contint; but he
were only Shane Magroo to tis who loved
him so pairfaictly, for them were his
two middle names, ye moind. The other
wurruld-the pay ytraishun wurruld,' as
Leddy Bridgit called tito which he and
she rightfully belonged, knew hum better
as-n
A terrible cough from the box-Chaih
"Acherra machree, mother, but your
cough is q dale worse the night-beant 1t,
nowl Well, phat they called him is
naither here nor there--lps called him
Shane Masroop
"You speak of the lad in the past tense,
Moreen; is he deadl''
"Daid, is It'll Och, be this am be that, If
he's not worth hunderd daid min yit me
name ull caise to be Moreen MagInnis p'
And a laugh full of an impish enjoyment
went careening up amongst the dark,
smoke blackened rafters overhead.
"What did he do so awfully wicked,
Moreen, that the police were sent after
hint" I asked, stretching myself into
more comfortable position upon the rugs
and giving aiittle half thought to Archie
as did so.
"'Weel1it- 'weel1itl Sure an he were
not that at all at all He only sided wild
the wildly an the orphin an all the down.
throddin slaves av the soil Oh, he were
not weekit, your Leddyship, far from It'll
But all the same he were dhriven from
the country folk that loved him-that wud
"a died for him An all along o. his
cuzzin's, the Leddy Bridgit's, blistherin'
tonguei Faix, Granny Maginnis, your
coughs most alarmin' in It's intinsity
Take bit dhraw av the dhudeen, mother,
an lave me to finish tho story at me aisel''
IF the Lady Bridget loved him." ask,
why did she give him over to justcel"
ITO oHjusticc, yer manin'-axin' your Led
dyship's pardon Pm afther belavin' as
how she had bindin' contract wild the
divil himsilf-the saints save an presairve
us all But, there; pll thry to till ye the
hull o. the sthory. AS were raymarkin',
it were hard saison wan year wild the
pitaties all rottin' in the ground an all the
other crops fallin' shoort AM it were
thin that the tininthry, scatthered round
the aistern soide o. Sperrin Mountains, in
their desperation at not bein' able to make
up their yearly rints, tuck settin' up
shtills for the maxim av poth en unbe-
knownst to the Goover'mint. Your Led
dyship must "a knewn that the law and
Negotiations forninst amy such nanny
faxshoory were very sevaire, an they'd q
worrud they called illeecit' that they kipt
a speerin at us the while-'illeecit,' be the
powersi They were plaised, also, to say
that we chaited the Goover'mint foreby,
an nanny other sootherin' names. Wan
day-it wero bechuxt four an foive av
winthry mornin', Shane Msgroo, who'd
been misthrustin' that them ignerint gom-
machs. the polls, were to be sint to saize
the mountain sthills, came flyin' along the
hill-soides before dawn, like arale loghery-
man in fit.
"'Ye'H hide the sthills at wanst an look
out for yourselves chried Shane, as be
hurried from wan place TO another. The
whole conshtabulary av Omagh are afther
yez-bad cess till thin all says he.