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

cimoro estate, was Q man OF much In
telliRence, and q fair-lhindednes
which came Of his extreme gentleness
He said very little Of his own suffer
ings In the bleak winter Of eviction,
when the shelter for him and his wat
one OF those conical huts under til
lee of Barlass.
II wouldn't live through 1t again,
ladies'" he said, mot for q power
We carry the traces of 1t still, me an
Mollie, and even little Jimmie, the
creature. But, thanks be to God, and
another who'll be nameless"- lifted
eloquent eyes to Joanna-''sure its
In heaven we are now, an God knows
II we'd be as happy IL we hadn't had
q taste of the other place."
The mystery Of this speech was elu-
cidated when Mrs. O'Connell took US
to put on our hats. Joanna had gone
out with her brother to see "a bit
that needed drainin'." Nothing had
amazed us more in this extraordinary
girl than the practical knowledge and
enthusiasm she showed about farm
ing. We had left them to set forth
up the boreen; Joanna with young
Jennie by her side, and with the
baby clasped to a breast suddenly, it
seemed to US, grown maternal, Mrs.
OConnell watched them forth with
much pride and tenderness, and then
led the way to "the room"
We said something of Joanna's
cleverness and beauty. As we did q
flush came up in her sister-in-law' 8
delicate face. In her excitement she
became quite loud-voiced and asser-
| tive.
Handsome she is, an clever she
Is, ladies'" she said: "but our joan
mas better than any other. She hates
to be talked about, an if she was
here would be the first to clasp her
hand over my mouth. She'll never
own it to any one that it was b y bit
Of fortune that took US, as Jennie
says, in heaven. She had f3OO Of
her own that the ould man scraped
an saved.
HE left Jennie the land, but what
good was it when the old lord died,
and Poltimore came in an riz the
rint? When we were out there un-
der Barlass she never mentioned to
US what was in her heart. She came
often bringing the food and the
clothes that was life to me and Jem-
mie-Jemmie that lay six months
with lung complaint caught in that
rotten place. An little Jennie at
the breast, and little 10, God bless
herl expected. But the day that she
could release her fortune, for the ould
man had tied it up until she was 81,
she was of to Cork to 'torney, an
she said nothing to any one till she
had bought the lease of Agleesh
from Major Hannay.
''And one day, when Jennie was
that low that feared he'd never lift
his head again, she came marching in
and flung the ledse on the quilt.
Get up, Jennie O'Connell, she said,
your farms waiting for YOU And
the next day we moved here; and
from that hour Jennie began to
pick up life and hope. We've done
finely since then, thank God; and
Major Hannay, kind gentleman that
he is, is, maybe, little kindlier to
Jennie than to another by raison Of
the good will he bears Joanna.
She stopped for breath, and then
went on again more quickly.
Maybe tits shame to us for taking
it," she said, "but sure twas all done
before we knew word about it. The
cruel thing was that Joanna's match
was nearly made with young Spell
man of the mills beyond. He cried
off quick enough when he heard
where Joanna's fortune was gone to.
Joanna won't speak of him now; but
l often think she'd liking for him.
Anyhow, he wasn't fit for her, for
he was rich enough to have taken her
If he liked" She looked at us with a
certain trouble. 'I'm often mis-
doubling" she said, "that it's right
to have Joanna wearing out her days
in Dunstable's. Sure, Jennie talks
of re-paying the debt we owe her.
God bless her but We'll be old be-
fore that comes about. She seems
happy and WE'LL T" she added, looking
at US wistfully for confederation.
Outside the window Joanna's voice
rang out in emphatic assertion on
some disputed point. She had young
Jennie by the hand, and her brother
strolled by her peacefully, his two
hands elasped behind his back
Hes a picking up wonderfully"
said his wife, her eyes passing Joanna
to linger on her husbands face
"but there's no doubt Joanna saved
his life. DR.. Rogers said so; he said
it was the damp of Barlass Moor
was killing him, but knew it was
the heart break"
We assured her that we thought
Joanna was happy and well quit of
young Spelman. While she was at !.
Agleesh she certainly seemed full of
vicarious happiness. AS we drove
away she leant across the well of the
car.
Now, there's love for you," she
said triumphantly, "an' that's the
love l believe in. There's many
one talks of love before marriage.
It's myself doesn't believe in it then.
IT'S all lies an deceivin'-so it is.
Sure, I'd rather be behind the
counter Of Dunstable's all my life
long than believe some that comes
smelling after money-bags. A
woman's heart ought to be worth