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

to pass each other. Up the stairs We
climbed, past Ann Ryan's door, and
entered. There, sure enough, sat the
perennial bride in the midst OF the
ghostly or nuptial array of white
draped furniture. She was fast asleep
in her old arm chair, and was still
grooming the last strains of kathleen
O'Moore.
Mother, darlin'l Wake up. I've
brought ye something" said the girl,
giving the wrinkled brow kiss.
The old creature started up wildly
and gazed about bewildered
Eyes, dol" she said, with slow,
stern voice. "You never believe me,
but do smell merrygools. "
81 do believe ye this time. See
here, and here, and here" and the
jubilant maiden tossed handful after
handful in her mothers lap. The
poor dazed creature rubbed her eyes
and pressed her head with her hands
and sat for long time in silence.
Then she began turning over the
flowers as though seeking something
underneath.
'Where did I put that paper? ]
hid it N my lap under the merry.
gools. .
''When was it, mother, aa-lin' !"
asked The daughter, calmly, bat With
IN intensity OF eaeerness hard to sub.
due into such magnificent quietness OF
manner.
Before the fight began? Then he
hit me. Oh-hw She looked around
the room in terror of the shadow
memories that came back to her. Her
weak mind was strained to its utmost
tension. Suddenly she got up and
went to the little trunk which usually
contained the wedding dress, and part.
ing a little slit in the lining with her
finger pulled out a yellow paper and
almost shouted in the intensity of her
delight. OF course l did not know
the significance of the document thus
curiously brought to light. l slipped
out quietly and came away. 1t was
not till months later that learned the
outcome of it all.
One bright starry evening in Octo.
Der, after my return from a long
mountain sojourn, was summoned
below to find my old "merrygool"
friend, who was waiting upon the side
verandah to see me. We sat down un.
der the flaming woodbine, in its gor.
geous autumnal hue, and had long
talk. Great changes had come to the
little household. The mothers vi
tality had declined from that trium.
phant moment when the paper had
been found, and she died a few weeks
later. My friend and her brother had
both been to Dublin, and the violent
| dealings of wicked lawyer had been
brought down upon his own pate SO
far as to disrossess him of the estate
he so unrighteously held, and to turn
the current of monetary transmission
into its legal channel again and make
my Irish friends comfortable for life.
"And now | want to tell ye one
thing more" added the girl US she
rose to go, ''and / mustn't keep Larry
awaitin' too long" she said, point,
ing out the tall figure that had
cast its shadow over us many
times as it had passed up and
down outside the gate. "We're 60
ing to be married in a week. He's
foreman of the mill now and Dannys
got shop of his own, but he'll live
with us till he gets home for him
self. This combination of happy
circumstances called out one OF the
old peals of laughter. Even the katy
dds stopped their harsh dispute to
listen.
"Wouldn't you like bunch of
marigold's tonight" l asked.
cts kind indeed you are" she said,
with smile that showed her dimples
even in the dim light from the street,
but I've soS little garden of my own
now, and there are three buds of mcr-
rygools in blossom yet. Ven think
It's queer, I'm afraid,'' she added,
with IL sos orgau-stop modulation in
her voice, "5ut I've got 'em CROWN
on my mothers grave. She thought
SO much of 'em, you know
assured her that other flowers than
white roses and day lilies might be
made sacred tribute to the dead.
"And maybe its queerer STILL" she
added, in II half whisper, "but Pm
goin' to trim up the house with 'em
and wear 'em myself when I'm mar
ried. Washington Pathfinder.
MI