The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-04-30
A WICKLOW STORY,

Many years ago two beings dwelt in thu
/ valley OF Glendalough-i. e. the valley o.
! the two lakes One was in his sixteenth
summer. Tie other had scarcely seen her
thirteenth spring. They were the children
OF two well 70 do peasants, neighbors in
that peaceful valley, and their young lives
had hitherto passed away as dreanily as
the sound OF the waterfall beside their
doors. They were ever together. Their
parents looked on their intimacy and
smiled And day by day as they wan
dered out into the fields to gather flowers.
threading the may pathways Of the woods
or scaling, ike young mountain chamois.
the giddy cliffs around. they became more
woven into each others being until, even
in their early youth, they were like tive
Notwithstanding with each other.
And SO Joseph and Agnes grew I'D. One
morning in the latter part Of autumn they
met at the old spring under the hillside,
and set out to gather wild flowers for the
coming festivsl-for the valley in those
days was not so sparse of vegetat ton as il
is today. The day was bright with autumn
glory. Ali down the valley and high I'D
N--O AAAC 4cAC O4 Gu was d 2lOW
ike that which prophets tell US hangs
over the golden landscape of paradise.
Leaf, tree and lake were stepped in eful-
gence, while the wind murmured low and
TREMENDOUSLY.
Let US go TO Lugnaquilla. " said Joseph.
for there are the choicest flowers, and the
day Is so beautiful we can go and return
before nighiall-"
Lugnaquilla is the highest mountain in
Wicklow. Agnes hesitated a moment,
and then said, We shall lose sight of the
mountain as soon as we enter the woods.
but | know the way, let Us gor' and hand
II hand they weDded their way. So full of
thoughtless happiness were they that they
had wandered from flower to flower until
the sun was al the noon, without remem-
bering that they ought long since 10 have
been at the mountain of Lugnsquilla. All
at once, however, IN the midst OF their mirth,
this reflection came across them like
dark shadow on the bosom of some sunny
lake
They paused involuntarily, and Agnes,
gazing up into Josephs face with a look Of
inquiry and alarm. said, Joseph,
where are We, ana where is the mountain
OF LugnaquiHa;"
Il surely don't know the way" an
swered the boy, and this seems like and
yet unlike IL. All here is the roai-no, il
cannot be''-and be paused, bewildered.
I'VE are not lost, are we. Joseph?n said
the maiden in trembling tones, drawing
closer to her companions side.
Surely. we are not lost on the noun
tain' Oh, no." answered the boy, cheer
ing his companion. though his heart echoed
not back his words. Il have ONLY missed
the way a little and will soon find il again /
Rest awhile, Agnes. while | climb this |
tree TO look out for the bluff brow Of the !
But, alas it was nowhere 20 be seen. /
With alarm he beheld nothing. on every /
hand around, hut rugged hills-and here |
and there valley opened out before him. /
but it was strange TO the boys eyes and /
there wss no familiar feature in all that |
Wild landscape.
1t were a long story to relate how these /
two young beings wandered on from high /
noon until almost twilight, threading 1
,angled forests. crossing mountain streams /
md scaling the rugged precipices crossing I
heir path, IN the vain hope of reaching the /
-alley from which they had set out Joseph 1
never oespOnded. and if Agnes burst into
ears at new disappointments he would
'heer her With new hopes, until she grew
TO weep and smiled again as
weetly as ever. Mile after mile was thus
eft behind, yet they saw no signs around
hem Of human life All WAS wild, soli- |
airy. sublime AS night drew on the heart
Il Joseph bes,an 70 despond, though he still
trove TO smile on Agnes
''Oh, Joseph. it is Lot fear" she said
earthly. that feel, for are you not near
ne' But it Is that my mother and yours. |
90, Joseph. vii. think ali night that we
re dead"
Meantime the twilight hsd darkened
round them. and the wind. which had
cen shifting all around the horizon dur
lg the afternoon. came ont at length
rom the bleak north Often IN those I'D
CT regions the day that opens with sum
ler's warmth viii set in AZ sunset with
be frost Of December Pooz A.,nes had
cen brought I with tender nurture. and
ow, when the storm came on il its fury. /
citing fiercelv on her unsbeltered form.
lough Joseph covered her tenderiy a. be
ould dove IN his OWL mantle. yet even
lat could not keep out the keen breath OF
le tempest Alas, for the unfFienie6 /
tl2t1Ol OF those TWO innocent Young "a
rs. alone N the forest, with night setting
and no covering for their heads but the
heavens
Well might a gnes cling closer 20 Joseph
the STORM howled iercez overhead-aad
ell might the tears gush unhidden even
TO hrs eyes as be thought OF the frsii De
& whose life lie bad imperiled, and JET,
save her, he would hsve laid down hss
vi existence But the storm waxe,j
'Cder and louder, and the cold breeze be-
arne intense. a. when il freezes the lakes
single breath Of the hurricane. Their
AL Clothing could not keep out the biting
ast that the next moment froze upon
ieir garments They feltcllAt drovxineSs
as stealing upon them. ard vet tAeY knew
lat Il was death: shey sat half sheltered
salnst tree, fast losing AL recollection
While they rDurTnured II their lost way.
home, Of heaven. and then there xas
silence Suddenly light flashed ove- :
'Sephs fast dImming memory. TIA. "a :
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