Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1888-12-20

he were up an off wild niver SO much as
| tbe yer lave to the folks at the cassel
| Blood an ayers, but it were a thunderin'
| phillalco that were raised vhin the polls
came ridin up from Omagh an div1l a
Shane Magroo could be found in all Sper-
| rim, at all, at ALL"
"And he got safely away, Moreens"
1t wud same SO, your Leddyship; an
| the Lediy Bridgit-"
A noise of footsteps just outside the
shanty brought Moreen's romantic story
| to an abrupt close. 1t was Archie coming
back, of course, and at the knock which
followed upon the sound of approaching
feet, turned face wreathed in welcom-
ing smiles towards the door, Moreen
started at the knocking, went swiftly to
the box-chair, murmured few low
words, and then opened the door.
Judge of my dismay when, instead of
Archie, l saw number of uniformed po-
licemen file quickly into the little room The
smiles died away on my face, and with
eyes curious as to the future action of the
intruders, lay and watched them.
'Shane Magroo was rayported to have
left MORA two DAYS ago." vouchsafed the
spokesman of the party, IAN it wall be
only good for you, Mistress Maginnis, to
be teilin' US if you have seen him pass this
wayr'
"Thrue for you, your ixillincy; it would
not only be good for me but welcome
sight to me iongln' eyes besoide! How
liver, have not seen Shane Magroo pass
this way!'
"That'll be a nate spaich to make" said
another of the men; 'but we've ordhers to
sairch aitch an livery house along the road
to SPERM. It's knewn in all the country
soide as how livery lasht wan av yez wud
be afther riskin' yer lives for the bould
bhoy as hid his own life chape to pertict
We. So sthand aside, Mistress Maginnis,
and let the law be the best joodge ax the
matther!'
At these words arose to my feet and
advanced, dressed as I was for the jour-
ney, to the ireside. At my unexpected
appearance the little flock of men stared at
me with eyes full of lively suspicion.
Moreen, quick to see their questioning
glances, drew me close against the box
chair, and, with a startling evasion of the
truth. said:
This, gintlemin, is Teddy Mary O'Neir,
naice av the ould Airl O. Tyronne and rel
alive. be marriage, av the Leddy Bridget
O'Mallory. Her gossoon av dhriver al
lowed bit o. the harness to break as her
Leddyship was on her way to Moneymore
an she was obliged to SHAY wild me till
mornin, Ye can ak her Leddyship, your
Anners, respectin' her Leddyship's own
knowledge av Shane Magroo, if We loike.'
your Leddyship's sarvant," said the
first spokesman, with numerous low, re-
spectful bows, "but has your Leddyship
CHANGED to see the young villain, Shane
Magroon'
1drew my slight American figure to the
height l deemeI proper for ''the naice av
the ould Airl O. Tyronne' and said-feel-
ing perfectly secure in my ign rance:
eff hare seen Shane Magroo it is a bit
of know ledge, gentlemen, that shall GER
tainly keep to myself!''
''Thin all there's for it, your I.eddyshp,
wull be to begin the sairch.''
IAN don't be delay1n' wan INSTANT aith-
er your iXillincies," quoth Moreen. Fax,
Mother No ginnis, your dhudeen's n St to
Imply again-biiss me- but how exthrava-
CANT ye're gittin' wild your use o. tobbaccy,
sure! Leddy Mary, would your Leddyship
be plaised to sit here beside ould Granny
while the illigant gintlemen that they are
tear the walls Nv the house down about
our hidss"
l accept the stool offered me and
watch the irate officers of the law as
Moreen, with sarcastic tongue, hurls bolt
after bolt of turgid irony at them; send
ing shafts of keen mother wit at the de
fenseless heads-now over my shoulder,
now over her mothers. or through the
caustic medium of her scathing soliloquies
alone. Since she takes care to never ad-
dress herself to them personally or indi-
vidually, they do not take it upon them
selves to answer her; and think they are
glad, indeed, to leave the house after
thorough search has been made; and we
are glad, we know, to hear the last clatter
of their horses hoofs die away in the dis
lance.
Moreen makes up my humble couch again
(for even this has been turned topsy-turvy
in the fruitless scarcely and go to sleep in
spite of myself. Moreen assures me that
Mr.. O'Neill must surely have gone to
Moneymore with the driver, O'Flaherty,
to see for himself that fresh horse and
vehicle would be in readiness in the morn
ing, so that we might go comfortably on
our way to Bann Castle.
Christmas morn ng in Ireland-shall I
ever forget ita 1 open my eyes to the
sparkling light of a CHEEKY sun beam that
reflects itself over and over again in some
tin platters on shelf just above my bed.
l see the fire burning on the hearth, smell
the appetizing aroma of the usual roasting
potato, hear the bustling about of the busy,
tireless Moreen, and looking towards the
box chair, discoveries, as surely as l
bundle of rags as ever-poor old Granny
Maginnis! Is she fixture. then, night
and day! l close my eyes dreamily and a
pair of lips touch nine "Archie!'' muir
muir.
''Christmas gift, We lazy little craithe1v'
cries musical voice above me. Here |