The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1888-12-22

fully made my way from the rocky road
side, and as we advanced towards tn,
promised shelter, told him of what 1 hat
heard.
"Who Is Shane Magroo, Archiel"
"Shl Darling light o. me eyes! II i:
almost treachery to mention that name
hereabouts; and yet Pm thinking you'll
hear more of him than of any one else--the
reckless young callantl And so the police
are after him-the same old story-ha ha
har'
"This way, your Amer! This way, your
Leddyshipl Sure the house av Moreer
Maginnis wull be foriver blissed by your
inthrance-good luck till us all this night y
Amen!" responded my husband
''Arrah, Moreen, ye have niver forgotten
the use av yer deludhorin' tongue! Whist,
ye young colleen Not wan worrud of our
prisince here to amy chance caller-d'ye
molnd2"
"Faix, an docs your Amer suppose
wull be afther wantin' to call in all Ulster
to mate ye the nightp laughed the young
Irish beauty, as she placed fresh sod
upon the little fire and gently touched
what seemed bundle of old clothes
propped up in box-lilSe chair at one side
of the rude chimney-place Mother! och,
mother, ashore! Wake up!" said Moreen.
here Wutl DC an Oulu 1rlonu as Will talk
wild ye the night. Motherr'
At this a very wrinklcd and exceedingly
homcly visage peered from under the
manifold layers of sort of woolen plaid
piled high upon the un1ovely head, and
there followed flow of indescribable glib
berish which charitably took to be pure
Celtic-a jargon that my husband an
swered easily in kind, with an uncon.
scious running of his whtc fingers through
his short curly locks and u knitting of his
black brows as he sat beside her, staring
into the fire.
Well, it wasn't to be wondered at that
he frowned. "The ould Cassel av Bann is
only a few miles bcyant to the NORTHWEST
IA shame for it that you could not have
raiched it at all the night" said pretty
Moreen, casting little admiring glance
covertly ut the impatient young fellow
upon the bench before the fire.
:" Be comforted, darling" said Archie,
suddenly, springing to his feet and coming
close to my side "Moreen will attend you
see to the extent of O'Flaherty's mishap.
Kiss me, Mary love-once-twice-
there! Be brave girl and sleep and
dream Of that snuggery in America! Mo-
reen, attend your future Lady Mary; and,
whisht, collecn-put pour mother TO bed''
Christmas Eve in Ireland / looked all
about me when, after awhile. l lay cud-
died upon n great heap of dried turf over
which Moreen had spread our travelling
rugs, and tried to realize IL ALL
The beams aud rafters of the little hut
hung thick with dried herbs, lengths of
divers-colored cloths, and seemed in fact,
a storage place for all sorts of humble
housekeeping sundries. A table, some
rude chairs and benches, an earthen floor,
an open fireplace and high-backed,
boarded-up "box- -clnir' close bes de it for
the "ould wooman"--a 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 tho well-remembered rooms in New
York-rooms that my generous, beauty
loving Archie had so tastefully fitted up
for his bride
The filmy lace curtains; the portieres;
the Oriental rugs; the two or three little
gems of real art upon the paneled walls
and the bric-a-brac!
But here was aliving ''genre" my artistic
apartment, lacked-the pretty picture
Moreen made of herself as she sat with
clasped hands before tho fire. A perfect
type was she of the true Irish beauty-the
dark, waving trosses lustrous blue eyes,
the clearly.cut, delicate features. Sud
denly she began to rock her 1.-the body to
and fro AS she sat upon the bench before
the fire, keeping time with the weird,
grooming song she sang The words came
like the soft breathing of an Eolian harp to
my listening ears, while the Christmas
rain fell pelting upon the roof of tho poor
shRnty, and the sparks from the fire leaped
up to meet the wind that came down the
in fitful gusts.
"Agrah, me love is shlapin
Beneath the cruel wave,
An l. his darlin', bapin'
A wild watch DER his grave.
He's whsperin' love OF DR. amin
AS naith the waves he lies
He's whisperin' love or dr'a amin,
An wull not hear me chries.
Och-ho--o-onc!
Och-ho-o-one!
Phil-la-lil-lu-lil-la-
Ochone"
must have fall en- asleep as listened;
for, when ! opened my eyes some time
after, the fire had burned low and MoreeI
mad disappeared. But the ''ould woman"
still sat in the box-chair in spite of my
rather authoritative order, and
seemed moro bundle Of rags than before.
There was something so weirdly fasci-
hating in the shapeless mass of old clothes
hat was really living, breathing entity.
hat j fixed my two eyes upon her and
iept them there during long quarter Of
IN hours hard thinking
What kept Arches What time could IL bel
Who're was Moreeni Gould Ban Castle
Be much further awayi Was it possible
'or us TO get there in time to dine with the
Vallancys tomorrow Was 1t always such
mild weather as this in Ire
and at Christmas timel Would / rather
% at home! Was it in any way
In came Moreen cloaked to tho eyes. She |
vent up TO the figure in the tall box
hair, leaned down until her rosy lips were |
IN level with supposable ear, and |
whispered something l knew to be Hiber- |
lian. The figure started erect with sud
len strength wonderful to sec, and seemed |
bout to arise from her sitting posture. |
dorecn's hand detained her and said:
"Moreeni"
SIS your ladyship awake, thinl Arrah,
m it's bitther cowld night widout-the !
ain Is turnin' TO slate an the slate ull be
urnin to snow, an thin phat ull become av
is all, phativerl"
"Do you call this cold. Morcenin ] !