Connecticut western news., 1896-03-19

HE WATCHED THE LAssIE OF HIS CHOICE
 COMING TOWARD HIM. 'Ye'd better let tn ould woman finish he homework, an get on with your nilkin, hadn't ye, Kathleenf"
 "Sure, there's no haste," said the 'irl, tossing her head, but blushing ,rettily. "The kine may wait while elp my mother.
 Miles laughed good naturedly, but aid no more. Presently he went out. y the stile, down tow ard the cowsEed, stood a well shaped, sturdy young. fel- 'ow looking anxiously at the house. Ihereupon he waved his hand, and call ed out, "The top O. the mornin to ye, Patsey."
 The young man touched his cap. "The same to you, Mister Flanagan, he said cbeerily, and the farmer turned in the other direction.
 ''It isn't me he wants," he chuckled to himself.
 And the song went on "oh, hast thou forgotten this day we must sew
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 Oh, hast thon forgotten this day we must
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  Oh, why art thou"-
 But at this moment the cottage door opened and Kathleen came out with her milk pail. Good Mrs. Flanagan in- side had seen the tears that came to the girls eyes as she listened 10 the song, and there were tears in her own as well as she looked fondly after Kathleen. "Sure, it's sore heart she has the day. God love the childher, they have their own trials. Patsey's heart was swelling with emotion as he watched the lassie of his choice coming over the turf toward him, but his were the feelings of the man. | The girls heart seemed almost break | ing, for she had the woman's part to play. It was for her to sit at home and wait while he should cross the seas to find somewhere in that great new world | a home for them both. And this was the day he was to start.
 It was the old, old story told again. He was full of pride, hope, courage and evotion. She had all his hope, all his devotion and more pride ill her lover than he had in himself, which was not necessary, for Patsey thought extremely we'll of himself, as perhaps he had a right to- But she knew the weary wait ing in store, and she knew, too, some thing of his weaknesses. And there was the pain of parting. It was hard for both, but hardest for her,
 Their talk was too sacred to repeat here, and the milking was slow work that morning At length it was done, and the two went back to the cottage where Patsey had to say goodby to his .anch friends, Kathleen's father and lother.
 That was no quick work. either and was we'll along in the morning when
 les, gripping his hand very hard, d: "When ye have home flor her Patsey, she'll come to ye, ap not alto ether empty handed. An may Goo gal wi you as you deal wi her. "
 And Patsey said "Amen, and mean l it.
 Then the very last words were to bs aid, and the maid and the man stoot y the stile together.
 And Kathleen whispered: "Patsev ear. heard you singing har mli Way this morning. Don't sing that oth CT song again.
 His face flushed, for he understoo her, but he answered gently: A we , drop O. the crathur'll hurt no man . mavourneen. Why, was drinkin wi the boys half the night. when they gay me a goodby, an I'm fresh enough tn morning."
 "That's it. Patsey," she answere uickly. "A wee drop hurts no mar
 ut don't sing that song. !" Again be understood, and so did sh ! when hs said solepauly. 1T never will