Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-03-15

usual good intentions made the rosy
checked. gayly dressed country girls and
tall, broad shouldered young men, all
"decked in their best" streamed out of
the village church and crowded the lit
tie chapel yard, forming splendid
grouping of the Drawn and beauty of the
sons and daughters of St. Patrick.
Many passed out through the chapel
gate and encountered the usual string of
beggars who haunt the roads that lead
TO the churches on all holidays, but par
ticularly on this one.
Among those who made such speedy
exit was Myles O'Hanlon. He was not
in excellent humor, in fact he was un-
usually morose and i'll tempered, and he
passed quickly through the throng and
entered the public house of Terence MUIR
ply. In the .'taproom" there was no
one but the lady Of the house, and when
Myles entered she looked at him search
ingly,
sWishai Myles, an is it going to break
your pledge, ye are?" she asked.
Eyes, ma am, replied her visitor. "Tm
not feelin' well; an, if We plaise, I'll take
small tint of whisky"
The old lady was not in q particular
hurry to serve her customer; she was
rather inclined for gossip, and asked:
"Was Kate Connell at mass, Myles2 They
tell me ye're pulling string together.
But il were you I'd go slow. Dan
Connell is hard man, an the boy that
gets Kate'll have to mind himself better
than to break his pledge"
Mrs. Murphy" said Myles, "whats
between meself an Kate is our own af-
fair, an you'll oblige me by not mention
in it agin. I'm not breakin me pledge.
But have the collie an want something
TO kill the pain. Sure Father Dunlea
himself would forgive me for takin'
little medicine"
This appeal was irresistible; the land
lady poured out the whisky and Myles,
having taken the medicine, left the
house. He did not return to the chapel
yard, where meeting of the athletic as
sociation was to be held when the priest
had finished breakfast. And many an
inquiry was made for him, for Myles was
the president of the association.
Through the laneway that led to the
priests house Father Dunlea could now
be seen coming towards the meeting, and
still the president did not put in an ap.
pearance. The committee could not un-
derstand it. They had seen him at mass.
What had become of him? Boys were
sent to his home at Garrettstown, about
mile away, and through the village,
and one member of the committee, know
ing of Myles' infatuation for pretty Kate
Connell, hied him to her fathers cottage
with the hope Of finding there the miss
ing one. But all were unsuccessful, and
the meeting began and ended without
the presence of their popular president.
In the afternoon there were to be ath-
letic sports on the beautiful strand at
Garrettstown. All the country side wal
TO be there. But o'clock came and
passed, and he was still absent from his
duties. His friends began to feel uneasy
and his old father, who came to the
strand to see his boy win some OF the
prizes, was particularly anxious about
him.
There were athletes from Kinsale ant
Tmoleague and other towns and vii
lagos; and on the sandy beach, beside
the frowning cliffs of Kilcoleman, shell
tered by the picturesque wooded hills O
GarTettstown, and facing the ever heav
ing ocean, were gathered together thou
sands Of Irelands prettiest daughter
and finest sons. There were there peopl
Of every class of society, from the popu
lar landlord to the laboring man, from
the parson to the priests altar boy.
But where was Myles O'Hanlon?
The question was on a thousan'
tongues; but it seemed to be unanswer
able. He was conadered to be the bes