St. Paul daily globe., 1889-05-25
AN IRISH VIOLET.
A Love Story That Tells Of
Ireland's Condition.

"A AOvO SVOAy AAesV AOAA0 VA
Ireland's Condition.
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A few years ago l was supposed to be
fitting myself for a profession at Ok
ford, for which l had neither brains nor
inclination. I was dependent upon my
uncle, Sir Henry Willoughby, of Lon
don. for everything in the nature Of Pc
cuniary aid. My school days were much
the same as those Of others in my posi-
ton and with nay intellect. was one
day astOnished at the receipt Of tele-
gram from my uncle announcing the
death of my cousin, his son and only
child, which left me heir to the title,
and at least the entailed estates of Sir
Harry. Glad to escape from school, I
went to London to act as my uncle'S
private secretary. The duties would
have been easy had it not been
for Sir Harry's Irish agent, Au-
brey Percy, from whom my uncle
received letter every morning, and Of
whom he would say, s'Damme. Horace.
there's an agent for you-a model one |;
why, he turns out the thirteen hundred
year from that Shaugara estate with
the regularity of clockwork. Damme,
sir, he's the kind of man to deal with
them Irish; by Jove, he knows how to
manage an estate, and hope some day
you will understand it as well as he
does now"
learned to dislike Percy on account
OF the work he made for me; was
compelled to answer his daily letters,
and hear and listen to my uncle's
praises of him. / bad seen Percy once;
he was handsome fellow, tall, well
formed, with darkiSh eyes, and long,
dropping mustache. which gave him
rather an air distingue; he was really
very handsome, with pleasant, WIN
ming manner.
My life ran on pleasantly enough in
London, my debts and habits keeping
pace. driving me deeper and deeper,
for Jews are very accommodating when
prospects are "goot," and my beggarly
uncle only allowed me money enough
to contract expensive habits, which !
had not the means of gratifying.
was not surprised one morning
when my uncle said: "You know.
Horace, that Shaugara estate will be
yours some day, and / want you to go
over there. place yourself under Per-
cy's tutelage, and learn how to
manage property; he'll show you
how, for he's q model agent" I
Heartily cursed the Shaugara estate,
Percy and the Irish tenants; where
there was nothing but red-headed
women, revolvers and dynamite: but
go must One hot June day found
myself at the village Of Shaugara, dis
taRt eight miles from the castle, with
out any means save my physical self to
arrive there; my penuriOuS uncle not
having spent shilling to apprise Percy
of my arrival.
I cordially and completely cursed
Shaugara, Percy and the tenantry in
that manner which long practice rend-
ers elaborate, as / trudged in light
patent feathers the dusty read. at last
the towers of Shaugara we're to be seen,
and cut across the country toward them.
Hard work up hills. down bitches, across
bogs and bluffs until threw myself down
by a beautiful spring within short
distance of the castle to collect my
breath and dignity before making an
appearance.
i had not lain long in the tall, lush
grass when there came to my ears
SOlts lullu Stiaiu VI MOiUuy-ie was O
girls voice singing mora Creina."
meadow path toward the spring.
Instinctively drew in my breath to
listen, aud drew the waving grass over
me. In minute l heard the light foot
steps of the singer tripping along the
path; another, and she stopped beside
the spring, still warbling like very
wild bird. She was now full in my
view, and my astonished gaze rested ON
the most splendid creature had ever
seen.
To describe her would be impossible.
l can only tell you that she was girl
of perhaps seventeen: her form was
tall, lissom aud of perfect symmetry;
she had crown of luxuriant raven
hair. eyes of soft velvet dusk, full of
light and laughter, a neck like Juno
and mouth like a cloven red rose; her
feet were bare, her dress Of the poorest
and scantiest description, with no at
tempt at ornament except a bunch of
blue viOletS in the bosom of her gown.
had taken in these few details at a
single and intent glance, when another
figure came vaultfng over the hedge. l
advanced eagerly to the Venus of the
spring, whom, in my mind. had chris
tened "Sweet ViOletS."
uC USWCOiIlCT was SLT6pUlUX
young rustic. evidently fresh from the
bayfield,; he was rugged in a tattered
SLOUGH hat, blue striped shirt, and pants
consisting of a universal patch. Withal,
he was handsome fellow; big, loose
limbed. brOad-sh0uldered, brOwn-faced,
with pleasant Irish grey eyes, and
teeth as white as hounds.
Its only wan, sweetheart" pleaded
the young fellow, coming little nearer,
''An' is it two sweethearts ye'd want,
Miles Daily" laughed the girl. willfully
misunderstanding him: "For that veil
get no more of my flowers, thin so
there"
She had already given him one of the
flowers which she had In her bosom,
and from her pleasant blush upon see
ing him, and the look of tenderness in
his eyes, 1t was apparent that the pair
were lovers. She dipped her can IN the
spring, and tripped away, giving her
adorer half-shy, half-saucy backward
look of her velvet dusk eyes that might |
have brought prince to her feet.
The young fellow raised the violet to
his lips, and stood gazing after her with |
adoring eyes, until curve in the
meadow path she was pursuing brought |
her from sight, and for some time after
she could no longer be seen he still
stood there.
"YOu made q mistake then. Miles
Daily" said l; "you should have kissed