The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-06-16

and not at all as union In Whlci
you would be dearly loved and love In
return?"
Men and love-" said Joanna
emphatically; II don't set any store
by them. People marries for love
foreign in Dublin and Cork, not here.
A friend OF mine married for love,
and what came Of IL? 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 and
his idle ways and his love. And now
they're back, and she is supporting
the great lazy sturk. Him an his
! love" !"
1t is impossible to express the dis
dain with which Joanna used the
little noun, which has wrought such
great havoc and turned TO such great
issues in this world of ours. She
hammered out the word every time
she spoke it as il she was shattering
the thing itself TO atoms. She had
drawn herself up till she looked like
n fierce, handsome young Amazon,
her cheeks flushed, her eyes spark
ling, her fingers pointing her con-
tempt.
Rosa looked as il she could scarce
ly endure these unnatural opinions
in Joanna. Perhaps the girl saw she
was shocked. At all events her atti-
tude 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 saying love
wasn't good for married people.
Who'd know what it is between hus-
band and wife better than me, james
O'ConnelPs own sister? But tbs
married love, love that comes with
the priests blessing, and none OF
that sort Of miaulin an stravagin.
Look here ladies'" she said with am
other sudden change Of tone, ''ye
were talking about the evicted ten
ants.
"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 under Major Hannay now, glory
be TO Ged but 'tis long he and the
wife and the little ones were in
cabin with the wet coming through
the thatch, and only the black shad-
ow OF Barlass Hill for shelter against
the north wind"
"We1l go gladly" said Rosa for
both OF us, ''and next Sunday after
mass, II that will suit you, Miss
OConnell."
Joanna joined us at the hotel on
Sunday about l o'clock. We had IL
rickety hotel-car, and ragged driver
in high spirits, who kept necessarily
urging the little lean mare. We flew
down-hill and uphill at breakneck
pace, but the urchin who was driving
never relaxed his long whistle, which
seemed perfectly maddening to the
horse. However, as he left our en-
treaties unheeded, we soon got used
TO our flight through the air. AS we
passed we scattered stones and fints
freely from the road, set the hens
screaming wildly, and made an oc-
casional old woman at 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, boggy
country, traversed by streams OF
water stained red with the iron wash
ings, patches of partially reclaimed
land were fast returning to bog-land;
and we saw the remains OF rootiess
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
n history to each. She pointed us
out this and that evicted farm, and
far away under Barlass Mountain,
made us see, through our spy-glass,
as she called it, the huts of evicted
tenants, hive-shaped, like the hut of
II New Zealand aborigine.
But, joanna" 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 Col. Poltimore he is able 10
pay for the land of this Major Han
nay, who you say is of the old stock,
and kind landlordY"
For once Joanna : loquacity seemed
frozen. She answered sententiously
and with 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.
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 dung
hill was out of sight at the back, ana
the place, though bare, rs II they
were newcomers, had n tidy look,
As the car drew up at the house
door, pale, pretty young woman
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