The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1888-12-27


This. g;ntlcmin, is L,ddy Mary UNcil.
mice av the ould Airl o. Tyronne, and rel.
stivc. be marriage, av the Lcddy Bridget
O'Mallory Her gossoon av dhriver al
lowed bit o. the harness TO break IS her
Leddyship was on her way to AOncymore
aa' she was obliged to SHAY wild me till
mornin. We can Ak her Leddyship, your
Anners, respectin' her Leddyship's own
knowledge av Shane Magroo, II 80 loike."
Your Leddyship's sarvant," said the
first spoke .man, with numerous low, re-
spectful bows, but has your Leddyship
CHANGED to see the young villain, Shane
Magrool"
Idrew my slight American figure to the
height deemei proper for 1.-THE naice av
the ould Airl o. Tyronnc'' and said-feel-
ing perfectly secure in my ign rance:
III hare seen Shane Magroo II is bit
OF know edge, gentlemen, that shall GER
tainly keep to myself.'
Thin all there's for it, your I.eddyship.
wull b. to begin the al ch."
.sAn' don't be dcIayin' wan INSTANT aith
er, your ixillincies," quoth Moreen. Fax,
Mother Mag .nnis, your dhudeen's 1t to
Imply again-bliss me- but how exthrava-
giant yc're gittin' wild your use o. tobbaccy,
surel Leddy Mary, would your Leddyship
be plaised to sit here beside ould Granny
while the illigant gintlemen that they are
tear the walls NV the house down about
our hids!"
accept the stool offered me and
watch the irate officers OF the law IS
Morcen, with sarcastic tongue, hurls bolt
after bolt of turgid irony at them; send
ing shafts Of keen mother wit at the de
fenseless heads-now over my shoulder,
now over her mothers, or through the
caustic medium Of her scathing soliloquies
alone. Since she takes care to never I'D
dress herself to them personally or indi-
vidually, they do not take 1t upon them
selves to answer her; and think they are
glad, indeed to leave the house after .
thorough search has been made; and we
are glad, we know, to hear the last clatter
Of their horses hoofs die away in the dis
lance.
Moreen makes up my humble couch again
flor even this has been turned topsy-turvy
in the fruitless scarcely and 20 to sleep in
spite OF myself. Moreen assures me that
Mr.. O'Neill must surely have gone on to
Moncymore with the driver, O'Flahcrty.
to see for himself that fresh horse and
vehicle would be in readiness in the morn.
ing. so thatwe might 20 comfortably on
our way to Bann Cattle.
Christmas morn .ng in lrcland-shall
ever forget it'll I open my eyes to the
sparkling light Of CHEEKY sunbeam that
reflects itself over and over again in some
tin platters on shelf just above my bed
see the fire burning on the hearth, smell
the appetizing aroma Of the usual roasting
potato, hear the bustling about Of the busy,
| tireless Morccn, and looking towards the
box chair, discover-yes, as surely 40
| livc-the figure that looks as much like q
bundle Of rags as ever-poor old Granny
Maginnis! Is she q fixture, then, night
| ami day. close my eyes dreamly and =
pair Of lips touch Kline. "Archiew mul.
| muir.
christmas gift, We lazy little craitherr'
| cries a musical voice above me- Here
am | wild me arrums full to overfiowin'
wild iiligant prisints bought at Moneymore
| this blissed morn-and it's tin to wan II "
have aiven . thought to give to me-fegA
but I'm left, the dayr'
"Oh. Archie, did drc I'm itp
"'Drame itr says shell But there
cushia, az me an aisy wanv
why, Archie, / mean all that about
Shane Magroo-and the soldiers! Where
were you, sir, all tnat timei Your wife
was almost in danger, Archie ONeill, and
you - you -"
WAS spindin' me last ha'penny on me
ongrateful little wife! There, there, Mary
mine, don't We be maxim such awful eyes
| at me! Why, sure, nothing could harm We,
We beautiful want Wan sight av taat
shwate, pititul face would melt the heart
| of statue o. stone intoireiyv'
It is no use. can never be angry long
| at Archie. The rich, tender, mellow tone.
| Of his voice when he speaks to me are like
| some ravishing melody that soothcs while
i, it charms. And with this Irish voice he
tells me where he has been, and Of the
news that has come to him, that none OF his
| kinsfolk are at Bann Castle, but are
wintering in Dublin. So we need not con
tinue upon our fruit.ess journey, blu,
| hurry across Tough Neagh and catch the
| Belfast steamer bound for Liverpool on the
following Wednesday.
! say goodbye to Moroen Maginnis re
| luctantly, after having, with his consent
| shared with Ter the most Of Archie's
Chr stmas presents; spring into close
carriage and am driven rapdly back over
the rough road leading to Moneymorc.
After all don't know that am SO deep
~ disappointed at not seeing Rann Castle
Could / have had my choice. I'D have
novel a character as that experienced in
the Maginnis shanty; and the hearing,
| with my own ears, the story OF the noble
youth who befriended the tenantry at the
risk Of his life. shall always feel o near.
! ness to Shane Magroo since have CHANGED
| to be mixed up in the very search for him
| and so muse and muse and muse.
4 . .
Out at sea. Our good boat has plunged
| through the waves of the North chan mel
we have dipped down past the Isle OF Man,
and ireland is being left miles upon miles
behind US. My briiegroom's arm is about
me as we sit. sheltered from ali human
| observance in curtalned nook of the
| well-furniShed cabin OF the little channel
steamer. Iuse the word human advisedly
| in this instance, since am sure the angels
must be near, so mus b o state OF heaven /:
| it, and am content to hear the musical
Irish voice murmuring pretty nothings
| and exquisite something's into my listen
| ing ear.
whist, Mary, ashore! Wake up, my
| darling! Is it asleep that you aref'
! mo, indeed. Archie; but it seems like q
dream to look back over the last three
days. Ishall never forget my Christmas
| In Ireland!'
land which part Of /. all seemed the
most wonderful to you, Mary, dearf'
| Honestly, Archie-don't laugh lit was,
| think, to see how poor old Granny Ma
| ginnis sat at her post. Do you think |,
chronic. ArchleP
Ghronic'-what might you mean b.
| that, Maryp
THAT box-chair; does she ever leave itl
| "She left it that night you were there,
Mary"
THAT'S just what she didn't do, Archi
bald, dear"
"Come, now, let mo explain. Can "
| kape saycritl' It will have been no
ticed that my liege lord lapses ofttime.
unconsciously into the modern Celtic
''Can We kape saycrit, cushlaP he re
peats