Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1888-12-06
paiIIt I'Iarg'S Beacon.


man of good old family, settled il
the extreme West, distinguished him
self SO vAliantly AS patriot" that
the English government "wantei
him for considerable length Of ;ir.c
Shamus however contrived TO get sale
ly Of in a trad.rg-vesse!, and, along
with some other patriots. took refuge
in America.
Some few years Tassed, and Shan IS
was again wanted this time in an
other and better sense however. TIE
0'Brien had been gathered to his IA
theirs, and the family srdently desired
that the long-lost heir might return
to his native land, but had no idea
how to set about finding him. The
mother waited and waited, and longed
for her eldest born to come back to
her. BY degrees every one else foE-
got him; and Murtsgh, the next son,
a tall STRIPPING of eighteen, in course
of time came to be regarded as The
O'Brien. But Murtsgh thought fte-
quentiy Of his eldest brother, and he
o. length made up his mind to go out
himself to America and seek him.
He resolved to take Dermo!. the third
and youngest brother. with him. 1t
was with mourning the poor mother
saw them 60, for she firmly believed
that her Shamus was dead. On land.
ing in New York the young fellows
were indeed puzzled as to how they
were to set about seeking their broth
or. They were very short Of cash, and
were in truth strangers in very
strange land.
After some days of fruitlsss inquiry,
Murtagh began to feel the hopelessne's
of the expedition; Dermot. who had
been seasick all the voyage, and now
appeared miserably i'll, cried like
baby for the old home and the moth
er's love and Kitty's sharp wor DIS and
the rest of the home comforts" on the
other side Of the sea. One morning
the child sat with his dark curly head
resting dejestedly on his hands. while
Murtagh knit his black brows and set
himself to think.
"Dermot, have hit on i'll" he cried,
eagerly sprirging to his feet, his keen
gray eye flashing. Listen! am sure
Shsmus is somewhere in this city of
New York"
And l am sure he isn't" Dermot
put in fretfully. "Oh, Murtagh, what
fools we were to leave Ballymacka-
honyI'
well, we have left; 90 we may as
well make the best OF it, and look for
Shamus. You wouldn't forsake your
own brother, would you Dermot? My
plan is that we look we'll in New York
before going farther. I have a grand
plan now; so dry your eyes, and come
with me"
but what is your plsn?" asked
DermOt, ruefully looking out of the
dirty windows of the ffth.rate little
cotfss-house where they had gone to
lodge.
Never mind yet. replied his broth
er hopefully. Just come with me
and you will see"
Dermot obeysd in miserable silence,
and looked on with uninterssted eyes,
while Murtagh, meeting an old street,
hswker, stopped her. aud began to
negotiate with her for the purchase of
her big straw basket. Apparently the
basket and it's coarse canvass cover
were ell Murtagh required, for be
hastily tossed all the clay pipes and
reeds of cotton and papers Of pins and
high.complexioned Dutch dolls into
the old woman's apron. and started
Oft, with his purchase hanging from
his arm.
Dermot limped after. wondering
how the old battered basket. which
looked as ii it had braved many
battle" and "breezs," was going to
help them to find Shamus. There
were no word to express his sstonish-
ment, however, when, on turning into
the next street, Murtagh stepped out
into the middle of the crowded road
way, and, putting one hand up to his
mouth and in the most approved
street-hawking fashion. sang out lust
lily
Dublin Bay herringsl Quite fresh
Caught this morning. Herring
Dsrmot walked along the path,
nearly stumbling in his surprise. He
forgot his SORROWS and fatigue in won.
der at MurtSsh's insane conduct. On
they went from street to street, and
still the fresh young voice rang out
Dublin Bay her.rinssl Quite
freshl'