Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1893-01-18
Kathleen.


Kathleen.
| will til you the story AT Kathleen,
The wife Nv me only son,
Av all the maids in county Cork, the was the
faireSt one.
Such peach-blow checks, such thrcsscs and
eyes so darl;ly blue
hey looked loikr lakes in summer, mid the
sunlight shinin' through
Whin Jim aud Kathleen married, never saw
Il pair
So young and sthroag and beautiful, SO happy
as they We're
They rinted bit Of cottage, twas always c!ane
and nate.
Wild Kathleen for its misthrcss so simple and
so swatc.
Thin the dear children coaxed me, and tould
me must come.
''Widout YOU" shamus tould me, sit
wouldn't same loil;e home"
And so l had me corner, right close beside the
fire,
Ne pipe and loy+n children-what more could
heart desire
And thin their child came till thin, little
bue-eycd boy,
The cbafe of all their blessings, the crown av
all their joy.
Win Kathleen nursed her baby, the love
loight in her eyes
Looked loike the bright reflection av loigh.
from Paradise.
One day the baby sckcaed his little face
grew pale,
And through the summer mornin' he sint a
plaiutive wall.
Poor Kathleen hild him closely upon her
lovin' breast
And thred wid gentle croonins to soothc him
into rest.
She spoke-wid lips loike ashes, dhry eyes
that burned ard glistened-
Go for the praist Jim, darlint, our child has
not been christened."
jim bnt and kissed the baby, thin hurried
from the room,
1 think the sunlight faded, for all seemed
dark and gloom.
Before the pr1ist could rachc US, the baby's
Lay quiet on Katc's bosom-her little one
was dead.
"Alas," thepraist thin tould us, "You should
have sint before,
For now your child must wandhcr in darkness
iver more
I wish that could till you that he would
inter in"
niycr shall forgit the look Kate turned upon
the praist,
Her swate eyes had dumb, hurt look, loike
some pore suherin bastc.
''Your Rivrence," said she slowly, "You say
the King above
Grants all the Virgins wishes, the mother of
His love,
And yet you think she'll lave him out in the
dark and cold
Her mother arms would hunger me baby to
enfold;
All no. your Rv'rencc, surely the Virgin
mother blcSU
VIII take me little baby close to her warm,
kind breast"
And wild a sudden sunshine her big dark eyes
grew bright,
She samed thing too houly for only mOrtals'
sight.
Thin throuble followed throublc, for Kath-
lcen dhrOopcd away,
The little crop av praticS grew liss and liss
ach day,
Tho rnt wint up Jim's pay wint down, but
when he came at night
Kathleen would make her tired lips smile,
love made her sad eyes bright
One night upon the sthep heard thread so
wake and slow,
Och. sure that's somo ould man." l said,
why does jim tarry so?"
But Kathleen couldn't be dcceavcd-quick to
the door ran she,
And in lovin' voice she said what is it,
Jim Maclrec?'
"Oh Kathleen, darlint," Shamus said, I've
done the bist could,
The bist an Irishman can do no English man
thinks good.
Together we have worked, in vain. The rint
| cannot mate.
Tomorrow they will turn US out-ycs, out
into the sthrate,
- ton bn oII cd rvii
groan.
Och Kathe, swate, in all the world, we've
naught 10 call our own
Love ruled her pain and stheadfastly t hat
that swate young wife replied
"We have ach other Jim aroon, | care for
naught beside"
Mkt day the consthablcs came in and we walk
ed out together.
The sun shone down on all our griefs-that
lovely summer weather,
They looked just ike 4 king and quanc, a
stheppng to the throne.
So proudly did those two sthart out to mate
the world alone.
Kathleen had niver spoke that day, I'LL sud-
denly she did spy
A constable who hid the crib where baby
used to lie.
Her great eyes blazed forward she sprang,
wild one long cry av pain,
She tried to snatch it from his grasp, poor
mother. All i'll vain.
''The babys crib! the darlint!" 1t samed TO
pierce the blue,
That last wild wall her heart strings gave be-
fore they broke in two.
That night, widin a neighbor's house Kath-
leen lay still and white.
Her swate blue eyes foriver closed on ony
mortal sight.
But l can see the lovely eyes that looked on
so much pain,
whin in the Paradise of God she sees her
child again.
whin while she hears the howly songs the
blissed angels sing.
She houlds her baby in herarms in the Palace
Nv the King.
II. HENDERSON DA1NGERFIELD.
! Culncncr. Va. 1893.