Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1890-10-31

masuner's CALM for ye."
''CoLe, hurry" says Mona, turning
to Godfrey, with a light laugh that
seems to spring from her very heart.
"Would you have the 'tay' get cold
while you are making up your mind? L
at least must CO."
ssThen, thank you, and 1 shall 60 with
YOU. if YOU viii allow me-" says Geof-
frey, hurriedly, as he sees her disap-
pearing.
Tell your boy to go to the Kitchen"
says Mona, thoughtfully, and, Paddy
being disposed of, she and Godfrey go
on to the house.
81 have no card; but my name IS
Godfrey Rodney" says the young man,
turning to his companion.
And mine is Mona ScuIly," returns
she, with the smile that seems part of
her lips, and which already has en-
craven itself on Mr.. Rodney's heart.
''NOw, l suppose, we know each other"
They walk up two steps, and enter a
small hall. and then he follows her into
a room opening off it, in which break
fast lies prepared.
An old man, rugged but kindly-fea-
tured, rises on his entrance, and gaZes
at him expectantly. Mona, going Up to
him, rests her hand upon his arm, and,
indicating Godfrey by gesture, says,
in a low tone:
HE has lost his way. He is tired,
and | have asked him in to have some
breakfast. He is the English gentle
man who is living at Coolnagurtheen."
you're kindly welcome. sir" says
the old man. bowling with the slow and
heavy movement that belongs to the
aged. There is dignity and warmth,
however, in the salute, and Godfrey ac-
cepts with pleasure the toil-worn hand
his host presents to him a moment
later The breakfast is good, and,
though composed of only country fare,
is delicious to the young man, who has
been walking since dawn, and whose
appetite just now would have aStOnish-
ed those dwelling in crowded towns and
living only on their eXcitements.
Mona pours out the tea-which is ex-
celent-and puts in the cream-which is
a thing to dream of-With a liberal
hand. She smiles at Godfrey across
the sugar bowl, and chatterS to him
over the big bowl of flowers that lies in
the centre of the table.
His host going to the window when
breakfast is at an end, Godfrey follows
him; and both look out upon the little
garden before them that is SO carefully
and lovingly tended.
1T is all her doing" says the old man
-"MOna's, l mean. She loves those
flowers more than anything on earth,
think. Her mother was the same; but
she wasn't half the lass that Mona is.
Never d mOrnin' in the cowld winter
but she goes out there to see if the
frost hasn't killed some of 'em the
night before"
''There is hardly any taste so charm
ing or 50 engroSsing as that for flowers"
says Godfrey. MY mother and cousin
do great deal of that sort of thing
when at home"
"Ay, it looks pretty and gives the
child something to do" There is a re-
gretfu ring in his tone that induces
Godfrey to ask the next question.
"Does she-doeS Miss Scully find
country life unsatisfying? Has she not
lived here alWays?"
Law, no, sir,n says the old man,
with loud and hearty laugh. II think
if We could see the country girls round
here, an compare 'em with my Mona,
you'd see that for yerself. She's as fine
as the queen to them. Her mother, you
see, was the parsons daughter down
here; tip top she was, and purity as a
fairy, hut mighty delicate; looked as if
a March wind would blow her into
heaven. Dan-he was brother of
mine, an solicitor i'll Dublin. You've
been there, belike?"
eyes, stopped there for two or three
days on my way down here. Well, and
your brother?" lie cannot to himself
explain the interest he feels in this
story.
Dan? He was fine man, surely;
six feet in his stoclin', he was, an eyes
like WOman's. lie come down here
an met her, an she married him.
Nothing would stop her, though the
parSon was fit to be tied about it. An
Of course lie was no match for her
father hein' only a bricklayer when he
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a fine man, am one to think about; an
no two ways in him, an that soft about
the heart. He Worshipped the ground
Sh" walked ON; an four years after
their marriage she told me herself she
never had IN ache i'll her heart since
she married him. That was fine tellin',
sir, wasn't it? -Four years, mind ye.-
Why, when Mary was alive (my wife,
sin we Lad a shindy twice a week,
cg'laras clocE-Work. wouldn't have
known ourselves without it; but, how
ever, that's uayther here nor there"
says Mr.. Scully, pulling himself up
short. ''An' | ask yer pardon, sir, for
pushing private matters on We like
this"
but you have interested me-" says
Godfrey, seating himself on the broad
sill of the window, as though preparing
for a long dissertation on matters still
unknown. pray tell me how your
brother and his lovely Wife-who evil
IDENTIFY was as wise and true as she was
lOyely-got on"
IT., ln