Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-09-30

=ANAAR NNENANf NhNtA hNAhANHf ENhNE 'NN
out a cloud, gladueSs without alloy.
one gray hopeless afternoon, when
there had not been a Uift in the slate
colored sky since daybrelh, kathleen
suddenly turned from The window,
against which she had been Hatteniug
ihcr pretty little nose, in the hopeless
attempt 10 mud amusement in looking
into the empty street, and asked
Does it even rain in ireland. Bid
dyg'
sYns. love, IT doc; rain sometimes;
and sure, darhnt, that's why the hills
ana The valleys are SO soft and green
You wouldn't have il always dhry the
flowers wouldn't grow without amy
rain
Must there be raing inquired
Kathleen simply. Papa says /
mustn't cry, Why should the sky cry 2
The sky is good, isn't it,
Yes. dear; It is Gods sky"
"But papa SAYS it's naughty to cry ~
The time came only too o o when
very real tears, tears of passionate
grief and wild despair, were shed IN
that dingy Belgian lodging; and when
the two children and their faithful
servant found themselves alone i'm the
bleak strange world, face to face with
starvation.
The Captain caught cold one bitter
February night, coming home. i'm the
teeth Of the east wind, from his favor
lite cafe; and although devotedly nursed
by B,ddy and Rose. who was sensible
and womauly beyond her years, the
cold developed into acute bronchitis,
under which James OIlara succumbed,
a few days after his thlrty-scveuth
birthday, leaving his children pcnnilcss
and alone i'm the world. There wore
only a few francs IN the Captains
purse at the time of his death; for the
short sharp Illness had been expensive,
albeit the English doctor. a retired
navy surgeon, had been most modest IN
his charges. Tho Captains watch and
signct-ring were pledged to pay for the
funeral: and while the coffin was being
carried to the cemetery, a letter, i'll
spelt ana il-writtan, but full Of tender
i womauly feeling, was on its way to the
wealthy Miss Fitzpatrick of Bath,
pleading for her orphaned great-niece
Kathleen, and Kathleen's pennilesS
step-sister.
Miss Fitzpatrick Of Bath was a
staunch Roman Catholic. ana a con
sc.entious woman, and she was
deeply moved 10y the thought OF the
Captains untimcly death, or Of his
desolate children. She had been very
angry with him for running away with
her niece. who was also her companion
and slave: and She had never left of
being angry. vet she had Given him
money from time to time, considering
il her duty, as a rich woman. 10 help
her poor relations, And now she was
not inclined to ignore that duty, or
deny the orphans claim.
She went over TO Bruges. saw the
children, and in Kathleen behold the
image of her own dead sisters little
girl rs she had first seen ,.cr twenty
years ago, when the orphan was sent
to her rich aunt, as the legacy of a
dying sister, the sole issue of a foolish
marriage. and behold, here was
another golden haired child, sole issue
OF another foolish-marriagc looking mp
at Theresa Fitzpatrick with Just the
same heaveu-bluc eyes, ANA the same
scared shrinking look, as doubling
whether 10 find a friend or q foe In the
|richly-clad stately dame.
If Miss Fitzpatrick had been Of the
melting mood. She would assurcdly
have taken the child to her heart and
home. and the child's dark-eyed, frank.
proved. loyablc stcpsistcr with her.
There was ample room for both girls.
in the big handsome house at Bath
empty rooms which no one ever visited
save the rousumaid with her brooms
and brushes; m%vuriously furnished
rooms, swept ana garuishcd, ana kept
in spotlrss order for nobody.
Although there was ample room in
Miss Fitzpatrick's house, there was 40
room in Miss Fitzpatrick's heart for
two orphans.
FL shall do my duty to You, my