Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-10-23

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whereabouts had she been able 10 OBTAIN
'I'll foind him yit, mum, though w
weary fine waiting! And if ut's AS fears
ut it's with him. and he's SICK or misiort,
me has befallen him, sure ut's two good
arrums and hands | have TO wurruk lol
him."
The meas were all shelled long ago, but
Mary Anne and had been so interested IN
the telling and the hearing of the story
we had forgotten time. But | rose at Its
close. and after explaining to her the modus
operandi of personal, went away feeling
that ! had never understood the poet
Evangeline before | had also dim idea
that the name of Mary Anne's lover was
familiar to me, but it was such typical
Irish name that | concluded it was only
that that made me fancy | had heard 1t
before.
1t was the day after | had heard the
story when something happened, some
thing so remarkably well timed, told my
self in quite fiutter, that | felt as 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 most effective person
al to Patrick Donahue, late of County
| Glare, Ireland, when ! heard a cry so full
of Joy that the summer air thrilled with it,
! and looking out saw Mary Anne with a
tall young fellow clasped in her arms. 1T
| can't belt can't be Patrickw ! gasped
! but heard the girl say presently, as she
! lifted her radiant face from the mans
1 breast:
my darlint, my darlintl TO think
have found We at last, afther the weary,
weary toimei But ye did not doubt me,
darlint, did yef"
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 niyer thought Of Guild Dinnis
O'Flynn having hundred gold guineas
hid away in broIen 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
i'm the still, peaceful air, and from the
shadow of the curtain, peeping out, saw
the two, the woman positively trans
formed, and the man wearing half
shaned half sulky look.
Look here, Mary Anne,n he said at last,
looking down as he scraped his foot back
and forth over the porch step, Pm sorry
for MT, the Vargin knows-this trouble
you've been TO and all. though we ought to
have known betteF-but-bu found liv-
ing near as hard in Ameriky as in the Guild
country. aud saving passage money
wurruk of eternity. and-and- TO put
it plain to ye, Mary Anne, met a gyurl
last year, Kitty o Bryan. and-and-I'm
married.
She did not faint. she only gazed AT him
as if fascinated by Il snake. her face as
white rs 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
10 strike him, when he moved slowly off.
I'm sorry, Mary Anne" he said making
an embarrassed 81 md at the gate. when
She moiStened her white lips and answered
in voice would not have known. I'm
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, b. the next morning. when She
was helning me in the dairy she said. II |
was afther telling We Of Pathrick the other |
day, num- She choked little and then |
went on. 'Tvescen him, num-"
II know. ! know, my poor girl" said 4
hastily. II heard il ali. and we won't talk 4
Of it. for ! want You TO forget it If you
can"
Yes, mum, ii can" she answered.
signing.
She had not single word Of reproach \
for the felse one. not a plant for herself. /
nor did find her remiss in a duty. but in
her idle moments she would sit and hold
her head in her hands. as II she found it
an eNertion TO even carry it erect. and with
such a hopeless look in her ewes that
found myself often shedding tears over the
broken romance Of this poor, faithful soul.
even il she was only my hired girl.
Once Patrick passed the house with bis
wife, a pretty, trim little woman, with
checks like rosy apple, who carried in
her arms tiny bundle Of hannel and long
white skirts. but as the man lived mile
or two beyond Us hoped that he had only
been casually passing on his way home II
Mary Anne saw the party she made no
sign. hut that afternoon, over some work
] helped her with. told her the story of
Longtellow's "Evangeline, thinking TO
comfort her. She listened with the tears
unchecked down her face. but
when ] had finished made her comment
quietly, Bother dead than unthrue.
num-"
Then the only bitter thing ever heard
from her lips broke forth in a wall: "Ob.
mum, could bear ut II had found him
dying, but he was untrue. unthruep'
All through the autumn aud winter
Mary Anne grew whittier. and her ewes
larger aud brighter. while little hacking
cough Kept her awake at night and worried
her all day But she contended that she
was suffering no pain, and that in the
spring she would be better, and insisting
IN doing her work she KEPT up until one
lay forcibly shut her into a little room
where the sun shone morning and after.
loon. with orders shat she was TO devote
Ter energies wholly 70 the task Of getting
we'll And 50, really unable to do any
hing else, my poor Evangeline sat at her
window all day long. watching the birds
lpon the sill picking up the crumbs her
lands had put out for them, but when the
loof beats Of horse or the ringing tread
Il man could be heard coming she would
imp away from the pane on any little pre-
auza sI asns11 II .-,s-.