Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-07-05

the great lazy sturk. Him an hi
love i''
It is impossible to express the dis
dain with which Joanna used tn
little noun, which has wrought sucT
great havoc and turned to such grea
issues In this world Of ours. Sh,
hammered out the word every tim,
she spoke 1t as II she was shatterinJ
the thing itself to atoms. She hat
drawn herself up till she looked Xix,
fierce, handsome young Amazon
her cheeks flushed, her eyes spark
ling, her fingers pointing her con
tempt.
Rosa looked as II she could scarce
ly endure these unnatural opinions
in Joanna. Perhaps the girl saw sh.
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 tits
married love, love that comes with
the priests blessing, and none Of
that sort of miaulin an stravagin
Look here ladies'" she said with an.
other sudden change Of tone, Eye
were talking about the evicted ten.
ants.
"Well, If yed like to know one
that has been through with it, I'll
take We any Sunday to see my own
brother that old Poltimore evicted
He's under Major Hannay now, glory
be to Ged ! but tbs 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"
We'll go gladly" said Rosa fol-
both of us, land next Sunday after
mass, il that will suit you, Miss
O'Connell."
Joanna joined us at the hotel on
Sunday about / o'clock. We had a
rickety hotel-car, and a 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 fight through the air. AS we
passed we scattered stones and flints
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 q
poor little place enough, but an oasis
Of cultivation after Derry Moor.
There we had seen the wide, Doggy
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 roofless
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 spy-glass,
as she called it, the huts of evicted
tenants, hive-shaped, like the hut Of
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 to
pay for the land of this Major Han
nay, wro you say is of the old stock,
and kind landlord?"
For once Joanna s 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 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, and
the place, though bare, as if they
were newcomers, had tidy look.
AS the car drew up at the house
door, pale, pretty young woman
ran out. She had baby in her
arms, and a boy or two hid his shy
eyes in her skirt.
Following came her husband, tall
young man, happy-looking, but with
a certain pallor and thinness as from
late privation. We were welcomed
with genuine courtesy and hospital
ity; but Joanna seemed to disappear
in her sister-in-law's embraces, and
the kisses Of young Jennie. This
scion of the house seemed to be
source Of mingled pride and embar-
rassment to Joanna.
''Quit hiding your face, you rogue"
she said, trying to disentangle the
fat arms about her neck. "What'll
the ladies think of you at all at all,
for an unmannerly rogue?"
It was new light on Joanna. We
felt little out of it amid the enthu-
siastic affection of which she was the
centre. We fingered, therefore, in
1.-THE room" to which Mrs. O'Connell
conducted US to lay aside
our wraps. A charming room it was,
with the tiny window framing purple
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