The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1888-06-23

get them in. and will send YOU the paper

get them in, and will send you the paper
free in return;
This to considerable extent smoothed
the ruf1ed temper Of the countryman, and
hattering himself that he had brought the
editor to time, by holding above his head
the wrath of Hog Greek, he left the Office.
Allen had only turned to his desk to 70
sumo his work when the Office door was
thrown open, and Joe Lem burst in with .
paper in his hand and fury in his eyes.
"Stop my paperl' he cried, in voice OF
thunder. "Cut off my subscription, l say,
cut it OFF,
"Whatis the matter.n Allen asked, Won
dering it he had suddenly gone crazy.
"Cut me off, tell ye; won't have
of ~
"1beg your pardon, sir, shall cut you off
with great pleasure, but should like very
much to know why you have become SO in
dignant at the Western Republic"
"Look at this piece,' reared the infuri
ated merchant, unfolding and spreading the
paper on the desk of the editor, and point
ing with finger that trembled with sup
pressed rage to humorous sketch about q
bald-headed merchant who had bowed legs.
wv HA>SSs
town knows you meant me"
Mr. Lem was deficient in hair on the top
of his head, while his legs were on the rain
bow model. and by some strange coinci-
dence tie description in the sketch was
something like him.
Allen glanced at the sketch and began to
laugh. Mr.. Lem became enraged, swore,
threw down the paper and turned to go.
"Hold on, Mr.. Lem; allow me to show
you something about that article which has
escaped your observation"
"What?" he demanded, savagelv, as if he
would have liked to annihilato the editor.
"Don't you see at the bottom Of the
sketch the words Detroit Tree Press.''
eyes,
"Well, this article was clipped from that
paper, and the writer of it never heard Of
you, and when I cut it out to use in our pa
per, did not dream that it would wound
your feelings"
MIR. Lem scratched his bald head, aud
cursed himself for not having seen it be-.
fore, finally, after exacting promise from
the editor to say nothing about it, he left the
Office. His name remained On the subscrip-
ton books, and in few weeks he became
Aliens steadfast friend.
That evening Allen again found himself
strolling toward the great old house on the
hill. Oh, how dear had that spot become to
him. Scarce a moment passed that the
sweet vision he had seen ON the bluff,
bathed in the golden hues of the setting
sun, was not present in Ills mind. Like a
guardian angel she seemed lowering ever
him, sleeping on waking. Even as he bent
over his desk, annoyed by merchants,
harassed by politicians and perplexed with
poets. she seemed ever near, looking over
his shoulder and smiling that sweet angelic
smile, which he had never seen on any
other face. \
He had made many inquiries about this
mysterious family on the great hill, but his
carnations of horror. No one in the village
cared to discuss the subject. One day tho
large, dark-whislxered man who was repre-
sented as ruling supreme at the stone
house came through the village, and Allen
noted the expressions of terror on the face
Of every one as the mysterious stranger
passed, Had he been pestilence he would
not have been more avoided.
ST will not be in time to witness the SUM-
set from the bluff" Allen thought, as he
toiled up the hill, shut if can only get 81
glimpse of her shall feel amply repaid for
what may undergo IN climbing this hill"
The tardy moon still fingered below the
eastern horizon, as if it had discovered
pleasant fields and scenery, which it was
10th to leave The twilight shades We're
darker in consequence OF Luna's absence
than they would be in the middle of the
night. All about the tired editor rose the
great forest.
Allen wildly recalled his recent journey
up the long disused turnpike, and wondered
If Bertha still wandered the rugged paths
about the spring. His tagging footsteps
were quickened with hopes Of renewing the
pleasure he haG experienced On his first
visit.
sob. Bertha, will see you this evening
again1'' he involuntarily asked himself 90
he reached the top Of the great hill and the
stone house burst into view.
Vast and somber in the solemn gloom Of
twilight stood that mammoth pile, towering
I'D like some grand Old castle. Allen, to
his surprise. found himself seized by some
strange superstitious dread, aud his heart
beating wildly. He paused but moment
at the frons Of the house, and, as he had
done before, passed around to the rear OF
the building.
Darkness had made wonderful change
in the stone house. It seemed more grim,
terrible and awe-inspiring, and he could
half believe that it was really haunted.
Was it because there was no room, to drive
those deceitful shadows aways Or did the
evil spirits conceal themselves within the
dark walls during the daylight, that they
might revel in the darknessa He reached
the rear wall and, standing at the gate,
gazed through crack, hoping to see that
beautiful being who had charmed him on q
former occasion.
Suddenly there rose upon the air pierc~
ing shrek, which seemed to chill the blood
in his veins. Despite his courage, Allen
could not refrain from quaking with a
strange, supernatural dread. Before that
awful shrek had died upon the air, the en-