San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-11-25


the hoardings of a lifetime, and with the
miser's legacy Mary Anne had come 70
find her lover, who had evidently been too
unfortunate to keep his promise to her
She was so confident that fate alone had
kept him from her that had no heart to
voice the suspicion that felt of Patrick's
constancy. Indeed in the steadfast light
of those honest eyes, was ashamed of har-
boring it. She had imaged in her igno-
rance, poor girl, that she would have no
difficulty in tracing her lover, and could
not even yet understand how it was that
so handsome and witty a lad should have
made so little impression on the American
people. Lut though she had spent her little
all in searching for him, and after that
was gone in actually tramping about the
country looking for him, no clew to his
whereabouts had she been able to obtain
"I'll foind him yit, mum, though tits
weary the waiting! And if ut's as l fears
| ut tits with him, and he's sick or misfort-
une has befallen him, sure ut's two good
arrums and hands l have to wurruk for
him."
The peas were all shelled long ago, but
| Mary Anne and had been so interested in
| the telling and the hearing of the ny,
|
close and after explaining to her the modus
| operandi of personal, went away feeling
| that ! had never understood the poets
| Evangeline before. had also dim idea
that the name of Mary Annes lover was
familiar to me, but it was such typical
| Irish name that / concluded it was only
that that made me fancy had heard it
| before.
| 1t was the day after had heard the
story when something happened, some
thing so remarkably well timed, told my
self in quite flutter, that felt rs if was
living a novel. | was sitting by my win
dow, from which | could see Mary Anne
fitting to and fro, bringing in the clothes
from the line, and with pencil and paper
was busy planning aSmost effective person
al to Patrick Donahue late of County
Glare, Ireland, when | heard cry so full
of Joy that the summer air thrilled with it,
and looking out saw Mary Anne with a
tall young fellow clasDed in her arms at
can't bet can't be Patrick | gasped,
but heard the girl say presently, as she
lifted her radiant face from the mans
breast;
MY darlint. my darlint. To think ]
have found We at last, afther the weary,
weary tonne! But we did not doubt me,
darlint, did ye?"
The man mUttered something, | could
not hear what. but | listened for Mary
Anne's reply. 'Ut was so long that We
lost hope, Patrick? Yis, yis, thought so,
but We niver thought of ould Dinnis
O'Flynn having a hundred gold guineas
hid away in broken tay pot under the
bed, and him LAYING ut all to Mary Anne"
She had drawn the man, who seemed to
me strangely confused and abashed, to the
kitchen porch, and could hear distinctly
insthe still, peaceful air, and from the
shadow of the curtain, peeping out saw
the two, the woman positively trans.
formed and the man wearing a half
shamed, half sulky look. .
! Look here, Mary Anne" he said at last
looking down as he scraped his foot back
and forth over the porch step, "Pm sorry
for ut the Vargin knows-.this trouble
you've been to and all. though we ought to
have known better-but-but found liv.
ing near as hard in Ameriky as in the ould
country, and saving passage money a
wurruk of eternity, and-and-well, to put
it plain to We, Mary Anne, met gyurl
last year, Kitty O'Bryan, and-and--i'm
married"'
as if fascinated by snake. her face as
white as the apron she wore, and her whole
figure rigid and deadly still. The man did
not look up, but continued to follow his
scraping foot till the girls silence seemed
to strike him, when he moved slowly off
'Fm sorry, Mary Anne" he said, making
an embarrassed stand at the gate, when
she mostened her white lips and answered
| in a I hox l.
sorry, too" and turned and went into the
house.
! took no notice of her altered looks
and made no mention of what had oc-
Cured but the next morning, when she
was helping me in the dairy, she said, IL
was afther telling We of Pathrick the other
day, num-" She choked little and then
went on. I've seen him, mum"
81 know, know, my poor girl" said
! hastily. Il heard it all, and we won't talk
of it, for want you to forget it if you
| can"
Eyes, mum, if can" she answered,
signing.
She had not a single word of reproach
for the false one, not a plant for herself,
nor did find her remiss in duty, but in
her idle moments she would sit and hold
her head in her hands. as if she found it
an exertion to even carry it erect, and with
such hopeless look in her eyes that
found myself often shedding tears over the
broken romance of this poor, faithful SOUL
even if she was only my hired girl
Once Patrick passed the house with his
wife, pretty, trim little woman, with
cheeks like a rosy apple, who carried in
her arms tiny bundle of flannel and long
1 white skirts, but as the man lived mile
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