Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1888-12-22

HOW LOUDLY lNSurlouS, By contrast
seemed the we!l-remembered rooms In New
Iori-rooms that my generous, beauty
loyitg Arch e mad so tastefully fitted VI
for bride!
The ti!mr lace curtains; the portieres
the Or entail rugs; the two or three littlt
gems OF real art upon the paneled walls
and the bric-a-bracl
But here was al wing ''genre" my artistic
apartment, lacked-the pretty picture
M1reen made OF herself as she sat W Ii
cI.saed hands before the fire. A perfect
tyre was she OF the true Irish h~eauty-the
dark, waving t~resses. lustrous blue eyes,
the c'edrly-cut, del cate features. sud.
denly she began TO rock her 1.-THE todv Ia
and lr0 as she sat upon the bench before
the fire, l5"cang mo with the weird,
grooming s0ng she sans The words cant
Ike the soft breathing of an Fol an harp 70
my listen ng ears, while the Christmas
IN n fell pclting unO the roof Of the poor
Shanty, and the sparks from the fire leaped
chimney IN titful gusts.
"Agrnh, m love Is shlapin'
Beneath the cruel wave,
An !. h : darlin, kapiN'
A wild watch DER his gravel
He's whispern' love or dr'amin'
As naltl the waves he lies
He's whisperln' love or dr'amin',
An wull not hear me chrles!
O~ch-ho-o-onei
Och-ho-o-One.
Pnll-la-ll-l -,il-la-loo!
Ocloue"
must have fall en- asleep as | listened:
for, when ! opened my eyes some time
after, the fire TAI burned low aud Moreen
had disappeared. But the ould woman
still sat in the ~box.char, in spite of my
husbands rather authoritative order. and
see ned more a bundle Of rag. than before.
There was something so wrirdly fasci.
mating in the shape.ess mass of old Clothes
that was really a living, breathing entity,
that | liked my two eyes upon her and
kept them there dur ne a long quarter Of
an hours harl thinking.
Whatkept Arch et What time could IL bel
Where was Morceni Could Ban Castle
he much further away Was it possible
for US to get there in time to dine with the
Nallancys tomorrow Was il always such
W ~ndcrfuily mid weather as this in Ire
Lind at Christmas time! Would | rather
be at homer Was ii in any way
In came orcen cllaked to the ewes. She
went up to the figure in the tall box.
chair, leaned down until her rosy lips were
GU a level WI q ~supposable ear. and
viii pared something | knew to be Hiber.
MAN. The figure started cree, with a sud.
den strength wonderful to soc, and seemed
about 10 arise from her sitting posture.
Moreen's hand detained her and ! said:
"Mnreent'
SIS your ladyship awake, thiu1 Arrah.
an it's a bitther cowid night ~widout-the
rain is 'urnin' TO slate an the slate NIL be
turnin to snow, an thin phat ull become av
US all, phativerf
DO You call this cold, Moreenl" !
laughingly inquired, remembering the
wide stretches Of deep, soft snow at home.
i~ce.clogged East river and the sound Of a
thousand merry sleigh. bells!
"Dolral it cowld, your L%eddyshipl Sure.
an theroll be nothing else 10 call IL! But
it's not so cowld rs the n ght whin young
Shane Magroo gave the conshtabularies
the ship up in the SPERM Mo~uatains-bad
cess TN thim!"
Till WHAT" | asked, laughing again.
The police, Moreen, or the mountains,'
The police, sure! AMI blissId foriver
be thin same mountains for givin' him his
p%re,ixionr'
pMoreepf Atffra.pE
"Yis, your Leddyship."
Who pis Shane MagrooI'
"nivvent We know, at all,"
"Se'ra a bitV' ] answered, dropping
pieasantly into her vernacular.
There was q sudden movement of the
figure in the box. chair. Moroen leaned
down ~again-quite far down-and there
was another Celtic passage Of words.
Then q pipe was brought, filled, lighted
and rendered the ancient dame, and
Moreen. after seating herself comfortable
before the fire, began TO sat sly my ever.
Increasing curiosity.
First av all, your L~eddyship, ia bet.
Their be tellin' We that Shane Magroo were
The braves;, honestest handscmest, bon.
nicst broth av a BOY IN all Ulster. No,
wan av the ~commonality, auher, your
Leddyshir, but a mimtGr av wan az the
ouldest-n
A loud, hacking cough came from Mother
Mag!nn.s TO interrupt Moreen for a mo-
ment.
Wan nv the Guide i an gintlist nv all
the cgintale aristoerscy av ould Ireland.
he loved the paypel, did Shane; loved
ivlry wan az the dow n.thrcddin', neeser. !
able craithers that lived upon his an.
Another cough from the box chair. The
wind was beginning TO rise, and ever and
II came swirl!ng down the chimney
aud found its way even into the sheltered
hooks OF the cox char
ut were a hard saison wan year fer the
poor folk, your Leddysbip-the year the
Shane Magroo were 80 desaitfully dit wild
his curtin, the Leddy Bridgit O'Mallory.
Deb, but she we're a sostherin', milk.
'aced bit o. quility--beggin' your Loddy.
pardon! An r.swaggerin' DO
antiu' young w~ooman-savin' your Teddy.
pri since-who wud have given the
wo fashia' oyes ont ~ her proud hid for
fan loyo.word from the dear Shane Ma
lrool 1aic an Guns, but she were a high
~ mighty biz o clayi lin uiskiI' tia,