The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-03-30

anu perhaps not quite right In her senses
But AT this moment another visitor ar
rived IN the shape OF u small freckl.l
ana red-haired boy, who was carrying
WIN an averse expression of countenanc.
large. gaudily-wreathed straw hat. And
what might You be wantin Mathey F'lan-
igan? said the nurse.
Me mother bid me bringin' tn ould
nat, said Matthew. ut dropped off the
girl that got hurted up at Pat Mahony's
on Friday, and me brother brought il
nome but she seq II might be loss to
tne cratnur that owned II, so she sent me
along wild it,and it's him she'd a right to
ha sent
BE the powers of smoke! Dan ex.
CANNED. seizing hold of the hat. that is
beiongin' to Rosanne Tierney; she got
IN II she was as a little paycock Sure
l remember this tuft of yeller roses wild
red glass beads In them cooked up at the
Side OF II; ! was tellin' her It looked for
ears; ana was akin her why wouldn't she
De- sticking up the other 10 match it,
FOR the matter OF that" said the
nurse. there's dozens OF uuare hats goiiI'
minied-lookin' you'd be hard set to tell
the one from the other. The aquil of the
outlahdish gaZaboeS you see ON people
these times | niver witnessed"
An! but | couldn't be mistook in this
one by any Names" said Dan. continu-
ing 10 examine the hat: sure twas sittn'
In front of me in the trap all the way
drivin' over from her place 10 our place
ana back asin of Easter Sundy; an here It
Is the very same. Couldn't | be seem
the girl. ma'am. just for a minyit. for if
She isn't Rosanne-"
But here "A voice called loudly and clear
~ through the half-open door: Don't
you offer to be comm next or nigh me-
Wan MCLEAN. I'm no such thing. Git
away home to Maggie Walsh" Is said and
Dams sunburnt face grew two inches
shorter at the sound, GLORY be to good
heart broke thinkin' what had become
of her ever since Saturday morning. Sure,
oni'll not be comm in IL you're not wish
fiil, jewel he said. peering warily round
the edge of the door, but what talk at
all was that you had about Maggie
Walsh?"
1T was me cousin. Martha Reilly, was
tellin' me all manner" said Rosanne. who
felt as II she were wakening up out of
very ill-favored nightmare
Trust Martha Reilly to be gabb!n'
about what doesn't consarn her." said
Dan. "TrOth | well knew your step
mother was putin that story about this
while back, and devil a word of truth in
1t. Deed Rosanne. that ould woman ism t
any too good I'm thinkin'. But sure what
matter about the pack of them? Your
Aunt Lizzie Mahcny's stopin' wild sister
in-law away at Drumcastle. | discovered
that much yis;erday-and they did me be
brinsin' YOU to stay up there till we would
be gettin' married ifore reapin' begins |
Maggie Walsh bedad! IL 1t idling me time |
I'd be trampin' over the country after
her on Monday morning in the middle of
hakmakin'? So hurry up, hOny, ani git
all right agin. the way | can be comm to |
fetch you. I'll borry Jimmy Byrne's side
car"
And did you hear tell the qllare awful |
thing | done at the farm-throwin' all |
Mrs. Conroy's grand crane to the pigs?"
said ROsanne. the recollection OF this |
disaster now beginning to emerge from |
the chaos of troubles which had over
and obliterated II. But Dan re.
piled unappalled: why to be sure. And |
was that any reason for you to be throw
In yourself after It, so to spake? Not IL |
every sup of crane in Ireland was split |
and all the pigs in the country swiminin' |
In the middle of it-aye, and your step |
mother and her daughter, and Martha |
Reilly. that can't be aisy unless she's CAB |
bin. along wild the lot of them"
So Il few Sundays later Rosanne Tier
ney was married in her buff and Grim
son wreathed hat 1t was slightly bat
tered and the worse for its travels. but |
i would have beeen ungrateful of her to
discard 1t, as only for its timely turning
up on u former critical occasion, it might |
probably enough at that moment have
been worn by Il forlorn little distracted
vagrant, instead of adorning the proud
and happy head of Mrs. Daniel MCLEAN
The End.