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

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THEN CAME ARCHIE.
well-peopled district. l felt the clasp Of
| Archie's strong arm about me as / care
fully made my way from the rocky road
side, and as we advanced towards tn,
promised shelter, told him of what / haC
| heard.
Who is Shane Magroo, Archie2"
| 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 police
| are after him-the same old story-ha! ha
| hap
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 p
Amen!" responded my husband
''Arrah, Moreen, We have niver forgotten
the use av yer deludherin' tongue! Whist,
We young colleen! Not wan worrud of our
prisince here to amy chance caller-d'ye
| moind!'
"Faix, an docs your Amer suppose ]
wull be afther wantin' to call in all Ulster
to mate we the night.n 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 a box-like chair at one side
OF the rude chimney-place. ''MotherI och,
mother, ashore! Wake up!' said Moreen.
Here wul be an ould friend as will talk
VIC We the night. Mother!"
At this very wrinkled and exceedingly
homely vsage peerel from under the
manifold layers of a 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 a 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 few miles beyant to the NORTHWEST
d shame for it that you could not have
raiched it at all the night" said pretty
Moreen, casting little admiring glance
covertly at the inpatient young fellow
upon the bench before the fire.
BE comforted, darling" said Archie,
suddenly, springing to his feet and coming
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 bedi"
Christmas Eve in Ireland! / 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 fireplace and a high-backed,
boarded-up box CHAIR close bes de it for
the Gould WOMAN 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-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 brio 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 perfect
type was she of the true Irish beauty-the
dark, waving tresses. lustrous blue eyes,
the clearly-c 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
yr,hi he hv.ie
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'
wild watch DER his gravel
He's whisperin' love dr'amin
AS naith the waves he lies
He's whisperin love or dr. amin,
An wull not hear me chres.
Och-ho-o-one!
Och-ho-o-one!
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must have fall en- asleep as / listened;
for, when 1 opened my eyes some time
after the fire hal burned low and Moreen
had disappeared. But the ''ould woman"
still sat in the box-char, in spite of my
husbands rather authoritative order, and
seemed more bundle of rags than before
There was something so weirdly fasc-
mating in the shapeless mass of old clothes
that was really a living, breathing entity.
that l fixed my two eyes upon her and
kept them there during a long quarter OF
an hours hard thinking.
What kept Archea What time could it bea
Where was Moreenl Could Ban Castle
be much further awaya Was it possible
for us to get there in time to dine with the
Vallancys Tomorrow Was it always such
wonderfully mild weather as this in Ire
land at Christmas timea Would / rather
be at homes Was it in any way
In came Moreen cloaked to the eyes. She
went up to the figure in the tall box
chair, leaned down until her rosy lips were
on a level with a supposable ear, and
whispered something knew to be Hiber-
MAN The figure started erect with sud-
den strength wonderful to see, and seemed
about to arise from her sitting posture
Moreen's hand detained her and said:
"Moreenan
els your ladyship awake, thina Arrah,
an, it's bitther cowld night widout-the
rain is turnin' to slate an the slate uil be
turnin to snow, an thin plat ul become av
us all, phativerP
no you call this cold. Moreenr'