The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1894-07-24

III IchuIAt n"I
Men an love-" said Joanna en-
phatically. II don't set any store by
them People marries for love for
eign in Dublin an Cork, not here.
A friend Of mine married for love,
and what came Of ita Twas love
they had TO live on, no more. Och,
he was the worthless stranger with
his love. He brought her to live on
his father as long as the ould man
would let them. Then when they
were turned out he took her to
America. But there was no place
there for him an his idle ways an
his love. An now they're back an
draggin the devil by the tail for a
livin, an she supportin the great
lazy sturk. Him an his lovel"
1t is impossible to express the dis
dain with which Joanna used that
little noun, which has wrought such
great havoc and turned 10 such great
issues in this world Of ours. She
hammered out the word every time
she spoke it as if she was SCATTERING
the thing itself to atoms She had
drawn herself up till she looked like
a fierce, handsome young amazon,
her cheeks flushed, her eyes spar
king, her fingers pointing her con-
tempt.
THE Lord Of Love, an, benedicitei
How mighty and how great Lord is hei"
/ said, below my breath. Rosa looked
as If she could scarcely endure these
unnatural opinions in Joanna. Per
haps the girl saw she was shocked.
At all events, her attitude suddenly
relaxed her face and voice suddenly
softened.
Deed" she said, and you could
hardly recognize her for the same
girl, "'tis not that I'd be sayin love
wasn't good for married people.
Who'd know what it is between hus-
band an wife better than me, James
O'Connell's own sister7 But It's mar
ried love, love that comes with the
priests blessin, an none of that
sort Of miaulin an stravagin. Look
here, ladies'" she said, with another
sudden change of tone, rye were talk-
in about the evicted tenants.
well, if ye'd like to know one that
has been through with it, I'll take ye
any Sunday to see my own brother
that old Poltimore evicted. He's un-
der Major Hannay now, glory be to
Godl But tbs long he an the wife
an the little ones were in a cabin
with the wet comm through the
thatch, an only the black shadow OF
Barlass hill for shelter against the
north wind"
"We1l go gladly" said Rosa fo1
both of us, "and next Sunday after
mass, if that will suit you, Miss
O'Connell."
Joanna joined us at the hotel on
Sunday about 1 o'clock. We had q
rickety hotel car and a ragged driver
in high spirits, who kept necessarily
urging the lean little mare. We few
down hill and up hill at breakneck
pace, but the urchin who was driv.
ing never relaxed his long whistle,
which seemed perfectly maddening
to the horse. However, as he left
our entIeaties UNDECIDED, we soon
got used to our fight through air.
AS we passed we scattered stones and
flints freely from the road, set the
hens screaming wildly and made an
occasional old woman at a cottage
door lift up her hands in amazement.
Agleesh, when we reached it, was
poor little place enough, but an
oasis of cultivation after Derry Moor.
There we had seen the wide, Doggy
country, traversed by streams of wa.
ter stained red with the iron wash.
ings, patches of partially reclaimed
land were fast returning to bogland,
and we saw the remains of roofiess
cabins standing up here and there
black and smoke dried. Joanna was
an entertaining companion.
She knew every man, woman and
child along the road and could tack
history to each. She pointed us
out this and that evicted farm, and
far away under Barlass mountain
made us see through our spyglass, as
she called it, the huts of evicted ten
ants, hive shaped, like the hut of a
New Zealand aborigine.
But, J~anna," one of us said-she
had prayed early in the day that we
should call her Joanna-'how is it
that if your brother couldn' t pay rent
to Colonel Poltimore he is able to
pay for the land of this Major Han
nay, who you say is of the old stock
and a kind landlord?"
For once Joanna's loquacity seemed
frozen. She answered sententiouSly
and with a vague flush 1t was an
answer that told nothing, and we
felt that somehow we had presumed.
There was an awkward silence for
quite five minutes. n
Agleesh was an ordered little
place, with tiny patches of fields,
cropped and in a way to prosper.
The house was long and low, house
of three or four rooms perhaps. The
dunphill was ont of sight at the