The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-12-28

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glances when ] took my ~
spoke but seldom OF her past. al
though advertlng at times to her loI =.
expected friend, seemed, on tho wlole,
TO prefer drawing mo on to talk Vi my
school friends and studies. Then, Oh
Saturday afternoon, she would war.
BILE plaintive Irish ballads to her harm
in wonderfully clear, frye voice, the
sound OF which always leew old NAL.
~ from the kitchen. Twas accustom-
ed on these occasions to sing ssThe
Wearin' O. the Greola" to piano &C
compartment; a2Ltyhen Mally's ma
tional enthusis was suhicieas1tly
stirred by its Irresistible passion and
pathos to dash into a Jig, thereby set.
ting the old lady to caperina like 4
true daughter OF Erin.
Mally invariably apologized to her
mistress tor Shaking her foot" as she
termed the antics she INDUCED in; then
Destroying an admiring glance on me,
usually added insinuatingly: "Sure,
Miss, nobody rs hadn't drop OF the
real ould blood could lift the tune "a
you do"
'You think she has Kerry blood in
her veins, Mallys" Miss Moonshee
would say, with q smile.
"Sorra doubt of it; and ifMasther
Shane heard her play sThe Rocky
Roads to Dublin, he'd say the same
The little lady's face always redden.
ed at the mention of the foregoing
name, and ] noticed that Immediately
afterwards she became restless, max.
ing frequent excursions to the window,
from viii. h she returned signing heavi.
ly. ! had long ago identified
'Masther Shane'' with the dear
friend whose advent she anticipated.
"Some old lover" l said to myself,
knocking about the world, but still
confidently expected by the faithful
heart, that believed in vows long since
forgotten by the wanderer." Was
this how matters stood, or was the
much. talked-o friend a phantom Of
poor little Miss Moonshee's weak
brain?
Iput the question rather abruptly
to old Mally one day when engaged in
Interviewing her parrot in thekitchen:
"Who is Mr.. Shane2 and do you real.
ly expect him?"
;Ths old Irishwoman's face went as
white as the table napkin she was
ironing. "What putt into your pref
ty head to ask?" she inquired, coax
ingly, but with a suspicious glance.
"Well, Mally, Ihave thought more
than once that, as the Scotch say, he
is lang IN COMM"
"You may we'll say long Miss" re.
turned old Mally, tearfully. "Tisn't
in this world Miss Kathleen will ever
set eyes on him."
"You don'tmean to say heis dead?"
] exclaimed.
The old woman nodded mournfully,
then asked in u whisper if l was quite
sure her mistress was asleep. Yes,
was quite sure; she had dozed off while
/ was playing one of my simple lula
bies, and when 1 stole from the room
had fallen into u profound slumber.
''The saints send her dreamsof Mas
ther Shane" piously calculated Mally,
who, like her mistress, belonged to the
could religion" "for tits the only COM
fort she has, poor darling"
"But Mr. Shane, who was he?"
put in, eagerly.
course. Kings they were before the
conquest, Miss, and from the first to
last an open-handed race. And by
reason of that same generosity
Masther Shane when he came OF
age found that, saving the ould hall
and 200 acres OF bog, sorra q foot
OF the great estates of his ancestors
belonged to him. And now, Miss, I'll
tell you the whole story, for it's you
deserves 10 be treated like q friend of
the family, SO kind you've been to my
poor lady," There was a solemn
look on her wrinkled face as she made
the promise, and without further pre-.
amble, old Mally related her tale,
somewhat as follows:
"Aliss Kathleen and Masther Shane
were cousins. and reared together at
the Hall by Miss O'Connell, their aunt,
for they were orphans. Fine children
they were, and they grew up among
the kindly Kerry folks, who loved
them for their own sakes as well as
for the good blood that showed itsell
SO plainly in both. For hadn't
Miss Kathleen the bloom of the
rose, the eye of the dove,
and the sweetest temper in
Ireland? And WASH Masther Shane
tall and handsome, with curley black
hair, the eye of the hawk, and the
bould bearing Of the O'Connells? Sure
they were made for each other, every.
body said, and so they seemed to think,
the young master being barely 81 and
his cousin 18 when they were betroth.
ed. Wirra! but sorrow was ut hand.
Miss O'Connell, the aunt, died, and
her income, that had kept them oil
comfortable, died with her; SO, as
said before, except the ould Hall, a bit
OF wet bog and a trifle of money in the
bank, Masther Shane was left penni.
less. As for Miss Kathleen, her sweet
face was her fortune.
"Well, Miss, the poor young masther
was nigh desperate; he couldn't teal
himself away from his cousin; and il
he married her. there was little but
starvation before them. Twas
mighty hard on the young crea-
lures; but the darker things look.
ed, the closer they chung to one
another; and however respondent he
might be, the masther had always q
smile for Miss Kathleen; while she
God bless her, loved the very ground
he walked on. I had nursed them
both, SO it was quite natural they
should confide in ould Mally.
"Och, but it was black day When
Masther Shane made up his mind to
seek his fortune in Australia. Twas
young Edward Doyle put it into his
head to emigrate. He was the second
son Of Squire Doyle, of Killibog Castle
and having a bit of money, he thought
he would make it more by sheep farm
ing,in Victoria. Miss Ellen, his sister, the
toast OF the county, and agreat friend
of Miss Kathleen's, was wild to &c
with him, and the long and short OF ii
was, Masther Shane, Miss Kathleen
and two young Doyles made up their
minds to try their luck together in the
far-away land.
Sure. twas hard to leave Kerry,
where I'd been born and reared; but
'twould have been harder to bid good.
by to my darlings; SO I tip and said ]
would 30 with themif they would take
me. tOfcourse Welt take you, Mally,
says Masther Shane i'll his joking way.
We're four giddy young creatures, and
it's a quiet, decent body like yourself
we need to keep us in order
$50 it was settled, and before three
months had elapsed We had left ould
Ireland and sailed for NfeIhourna in a