Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-03-15
~ASHAMROCK'S CHARM

Copyright 1924, By American Press Associa-
tion.l
I'll seek q four leafed shamrock
In all the fairy dells,
And when I find the charmed leaves.
Oh. how III weave my SPELLS
Samuel Lover.
"Oh, Gerald, / was so anxious to see
you! have found a four leafed sham
rock. IL grew near the sloe bushes at
the banks of Teelin stream, and they say
there's not a 'gentler' spot in all Tyrcon-
mel. By that / mean there is no place
more f%requented by the fairies"
.Fairiesr' repeated Gerald Gleason, &c
whom a fair young Irish girl addressed
this novel greeting as he entered a neat
whitewashed cottage in a quaint village
in the north of Ireland. Fairies, Sure,
you're the sweetest fairy Of them all
yourself. You're fit to be their queen.
They may be able TO put a greater charm
on a shamrock, but not one Of them can
charm a heart like you"
Una Costello blushed as Gerald en-
phasized his words by putting his arms
around her and kissing the ruby lips up
turned to his. His language was extrav-
agant. AS that of all Irish lovers is. but
she knew there was sincerity behind it.
You see, added Gerald, I've been
years away from these lovely glens and
mountains and have forgotten all about
the fairies. In the United States, o
know, we have 70 such superstitions."
"Superstitionsv' she exclaimed, sur
prised at his incredulity. Don't you
believe in the luck a four leafed sham
rock brings:
Shamrock he remarked. "Tll wager
it's only a clover. But your name-or
that part Of it You will not have to
change. Una-means fortunate, so that
You need no four leafed clover as a tai
isman."
Disengaging herself from his ardent
embrace, she went TO the window and
held up to his inspection and admiration
the shamrock. which seemed to be hiding
iteelf among others that were of the or
binary trefoil. Una felt she had a prize,
for she had found it the day before be-
Meath a sheltered bower, where true love
las prospered for centuries under the
oenediction of the little people whom the
IRISH fondly believe TO be exiles from
leaven-fallen angels who could find no
,lace to remind them so mucho Of the par
disc they had lost as the green fields
md brown hills of holy old Ireland.
Now, is it a clover" she asked tri-
lmphantly as he looked closely at it.
.'rm not botanist enough to say, and if
were | would not undermine your faith
nd patriotism. But"-as to avoid a dis
ussion of the point he took the shamrock
7 nd put the leaves lear her rosy cheek
here's the green above the red. It's
omething I've often prayed for in the
md beyond the seas"
But it must be more real than that"
4 re replied as the treasured sod was re-
4 armed to her. While replacing it in the
indJw she remarked a little pettishiy,
| do think you Irish-Americans care for
i othing but America"
Gerald Gleason was 80 years of age.
] e had left Ireland 10 years before for
ew York and since then had risen from
clerkship to membership in n of the
eat law firms Of the metropolis. In
ew York he was welcomed by an uncle.
man who had made himself a power in
unicipal politics and had the influence
advance his nephew to a place that,
oner OF later, Gerald's W industry
= d genius would have won him.
Gerald had returned to the old home
erect a memorial to his parents in the
iiage churchyard, where they slept