The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-12-29


stopped close beside our belated vehicle.
'Arrah be aisy, an is it yerself thin, Mr.
O'Flahertyl AM is it an axceedint that
ye've had the nigLtw
"Faix, an it is that same-bad 'cess till
itP'
might We be dhrivin' quality folks, Mr.,
O'Fll&erty"
'Oi might--an' thin, again, moight not.
Oh praysoom they be quality folks, beloike;
the commonality praifair shauk's mare,
Oim thinkin'w
ITS dale av mother wit yen be
wastin' on the loikes o. me, Mr.. O'Flaher-
ty; but if ye've seen Phelim O'Flinn, o.
Kilrea, yell know that the polls are up in
arrums alorg av the warnin' they've re-
we'd from Carrickfergus he day"
"An' at whom wull they be speerin' at
now, mont"
Isl eerin'i It's joke, surei Divil
wan other than the Lad o. Sperrn' Mount
| ains-our young Shane Magroo"
At tn there was a Gathering downfall
of the harnes s--cOllar, traces straps and
reins, and hurried and whispered confab
of the two men.
| Then came Archie; and l saw suddenly
issue from an astonishingly near-at-hand
window bright CLEAN of light and heard
| voices--my hu, bands and anothcr's--in
merry laughter blent. The very darkness
and loneliness changed like enchantment
all about me- and it was as if the whole
world had passed suddenly from a state of
| isolation to that of a social hospitable and
we'll peopled district felt the clasp of
Archie's strong arm about me as care
fully made my way from the rocky road
side, and az we advanced tow Irds the
pr, missed shelter, told him Of what l had
heard.
Who is Shane Magroo, Archie?"
"Sh Darling light o. me eyes 1t is
almost treachery to mention that name
hereabouts; and yet I'm thinking you'll
hear more OF him than OF any one e!se-the
reckless young callantl Ana so the police
are after him-the same old story-hal ha!
| hap
| This way, your Annerl This way, your
Leddyship! Sure the house av Moreeu
| Maginni5 wull lie 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 Wins
ye young Colleen Not wan worrud of our
| prisince here to amy chance calIer-d'ye
moindW
"Faix, an docs your Amer suppose
wull be afther wantin' to call in all Ulster
to mate ye the nightm laughed the young
| Irish beauty as she placed fresh sod
upon the little fire and gently touched
what seemed bundle of old clothes
| propped up in boX-like chair at on side
of the rude chimuey-place Mother! och,
mother, asthorel Wake upw said Moreen.
Here WI be an ould friend as will talk
w.d We the night Motherp
At this very wr nkled and exceedingly
| homely sage peereI from under the
manifold layers of a sort Of wooden plaid
piled high upon the unlovely head, and
there followed flow Of indescrbable glib
berish which l ch4rtably took to be pure
| Celtic--a jargon that my husband an
swered easily in kind, with an uncon-
scious running Of his VIII te 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. THE ould Cassel av Baun 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 comforCed, darling" said Archie,
suddenly, springing to his feet and com ng
| close TO my side. "Moreen will attend you.
AS for me- l must leave YOU for awhile and
see to the extent OF O'Faherty's mishap
Kiss me, Mary, love-ouce-twice- -
| therel Be a brave girl and sic and
dream of that snuggery in America! Mo-
reen, attend your future Lady Mary; and,
whisht, colleen-p,t your mother to bean
| Christmas Eve in Jreland l looked all
| about me when, after awhile, | 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,
storage place for all sorts of humble
| housekeeping sundries. table, some
| rude chairs and benches, an earthen floor,
an open fire place and high backed,
| boarded-up box chair' close bes de it for
! the Gould wOomau"-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 Maginuis cabin.
| How doubly luxurious, by contrast,
| seemed the well-remembered rooms in New