Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-11-19

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= -. - 80 ys'iisSs.s languor, but a
mere reluctance to
going indoors and again putting
architectural barriers between me and
the free airy undulations of the sea-
sons breath.
'Please, mum, can ye tell me where
st. Patrickses Church is?"
The voice had III it some of the clear
rustic jubilant ring OF the sleigh bells
under the star-lights 1t was liquid
with laughter as the bob-o-l links &C.
static twitter over meadows of butter
cups and daisies. The face of the
speaker was of the Irish American
type. The curves of her mouth rip
pied INTO smiles; her limpid eyes re.
minded me of the eddying pools of
trout-brook in their fascinating un-
certainty of depth; and the warm
rich color came and went in her
plump cheeks like the flashes of fame
in midwinter aurora.
"Please, num-" she began again. J.
must have gazed in her face too long,
for the question was repeated
"St Patrick's!" 1 replied, medita-
lively. "Do you know what street it
is on?"
ooh, yes; they tells me it's on
Tenth, between 'F and g. but 1
don't know how how to find any of
these streets" A perfect trill of
laughter followed this confession, as,
though her own ignorance of Wash,
inston topography were the rarestl
Joke in the budget.
"Ah, l remember. can show it tol
you from the next corner" and I.
turned in upon "H" street and sig
nailed to her to follow.
"But the trouble I'm giving ye,,
num-" A little touch of alarm shadedI
her face for an instant.
"You can't have been long in Wash
ington?"
"Oh, yesl It's going on two years.
But don't step my foot in the street,
but once month, and I'm that stupid
l don't just git on to how they 60"
Your mistress ought to give you o.
holiday oftener than that" l said,
with sudden stir in the blood that
quickens the indignant puleo of there
former when a new case of tyranny,
comes to his ear.
Again she laughed, setting all the
mirthful possibilities of her face into
brisk concerted action.
'She's me own mother, mum, but
she's sick in her mind, daft like, since
she got hurt. Why, she's wild if I'm
out of her sight, SO l almost never
leave her"
GLOW could you get out to-day ?'
l asked, not without inward remon.
STRANGE at my own inquisitiveness, but
/ felt myself to be in touch with
rare character and longed to deter
mine its constitutional elements.
you'll laugh when tell you, but
she's havin' another weddin' day and
thinks I'm after the priest" Indeed,
| would have laughed long and loud
1t anything could have infused the
music into my tone that echoed
through hers with such infnity of
sweet variations.
You speak as though she'd had
wide experience in wedding days.
She'll know how to make her dauch-
ter's brilliant one later" said,
with most reprehensible familiarity.
The sleigh bell ring in her voice
deepened to the dignity of cathe.
dral chime as she answered:
"No, mum. It's likely / shan't never
get married myself. 1 can't leave her
while she lives. Larry, he's promised
to wait, but something may happen.
Ye can't tell. should have looked
in vain for blush ON her already
rosy face, but she went on simply with
the story of her mother.
'It's the 18th of the month and Ann
Ryan's always at home when they stop
the mill to clean it. She comes in to
svay with mother. She looks like my
mothers bridesmaid, they say. Some
way she always puts mother in mind
OF that day. The minute Ann Ryan
comes in mother gets out her old we'd
din dress and puts it on. We stick up
the old paper flowers over the mantel
and pin sheets over the chairs to make
everything look nice for the bride.
ohe KIND O. forgets about me then,
and while Ann sings The Bride OF
Killarney and 'The Four-Leaved
Shamrock 10 Glenore' 1 slip out for
an hour. That's how it is, num-"
Doesn't she get impatient for the
guests to come or for the service to be
read?" 1 asked, feeling the intense
pathos of this dried-up and withered
mind clinging SO tenaciously to its
one supreme memory. GLOW does it
all end?"