The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-12-21

THEN CAME ARCHIE
well-peopled district l felt the clasp Of
Archie's strong arm about me as l care
fully made my way from the rocky road
side, and as we advanced towards the
promised shelter told him of what / haC
heard.
Who Is Shane Magroo, Archiea"
SSH Darling light o. me eyes! 1t 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 Gallant. And so the polict
are after him-the same old story-ha ha
hal"
"This way, your Amer! This way, your
Leddyship! sure the house av Moreer
Maginnis wull be foriver blissed by your
inthrance-good luck till us all this night!'
"Amen!" responded my husband
"Arrah, Moreen, We have niver forgotten
the use av yer deludherin' tongue! Whist,
ye young colleen! Not wan worrud of our
prisince here to amy chance caller-d'ye
moindr'
"Faix, an docs your Amer suppose
wull be afther wantn' to call in all Ulster
to mate We the night," laughed the young
Irish beauty, as she placed a fresh sod
upon the little fire and gently touched
what seemed a bundle of old clothes
propped up in boX-like chair at one side
of the rude chimney-place. Mother! och,
mother, asthorei Wake upr said Moreen.
Here WI be an ould friend as will talk
w.d We the night. Motherr'
At this very wrukled and exceedingly
homely v.sage peered from under the
manifold layers of sort of wooden plaid
piled high upon the unlovely head. and
there followed flow of indescribable glib.
berish which l charitably took to be pure
Celtic-a jargon that my husband an.
swered easily in kind, with an uncon.
scious running Of his white fingers through
his short curly locks and 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. 1.-The ould Cassel av Bann is
only few miles beyant to the NORTHWEST
a shame for it that you could not have
raiched it at all the night" said pretty
Moreen, casting little admiring glance
covertly at 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
AS for me, must leave YOU for awhile and
see to the extent of O'Flaherty's mishap
Kiss me, Mary, love-once-twice-
there! Be a brave girl and sleep and
dream of that snuggery in America! Mo
reen, attend your future Lady Mary; and
whisht, colleen-put your mother to bed"
Christmas Eve in Ireland! l looked all
about me when. after awhile, l lay cud
died upon great heap of dried turf over
which Moreen had spread our travelling
rugs. and tried to realize it all
The beams and 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 fire place and a high backed,
boarded-up "box-chair" 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 the well-rememberedr rooms in New
York-rooms that my generous, beauty
loving Arch e had so tastefully fitted W
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
apartments lacked-the pretty picture
Moreen made of herself as she sat with
clasped hands before the fire. A perfec,
type was she of the true Irish beauty-the
dark, waving tresses. 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 the poor
shanty, and the sparks from the fire leaped
up to meet the wind that came down the
chimney in fitful gusts.
"Agrah, me love is shlapin'
Beneath the cruel wave,
An ]. his darlin', kapin
A wild watch DER his gravel
He's whisperin' love or dr'amin'
AS naith the waves he lies
He's whisperin' love or Or amin,
An wull not hear me chries.
. Och-ho-o-one.
Och-ho-o-one!
Phil-la-ll-la-lil-la-
Ochoue-'
l must have fall en- asleep as listened
for, when l opened my eyes some time