Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1897-01-02
HOGAN'S DAUGHTER.

We all have troubles Of our own, Of
course. and Hogan Hogan O. the Ship
has his share Surely you know Dan
Hogan2 Everybody in the ward knows
Dan. Everybody likes him. It's the
warm hand he has for every man.
Since Mary Ellen-Hogan's eldest
daughter-first met SIob Cullen, her
people have had no good Of her at all.
For the younger chicks--Danny, Jim
and Rosy--it's pot luck they have.
Bat Mary Ellen was getting TO be
big girl, and the mothers counsel 70
gang warily had been Grummed i'll her
ears night and morning. She was well
clad and shod, as we'll, at least. as the
neighbors' children.
Handsome, too, and on Grand street
of a Saturday night, with her 10 cent
Dresden tie IN the high collar of her 40
cent waist and her birdcage sleeves.
sure there's nothing on the street can
touch her.
Her parents had thought for her in
other ways. They had pinched them
selves that she might have, on the in
stallment plan, piano in the house, and
with tire assistance of Delaney street
trombone player, who gave her music
lessons at 90 cents lesson, she was
doing very we'll; SO at least the neigh
bors thought.
Altogether it may be said, without
seeming to speak slightingly of SO nice
girl, there wasn't kick coming TO
Mary Ellen at all.
Her mother--but you should know
Mrs. Hogan better. Warm hearted, fear
less, freedom loving, is she, as honest
as the day is long, and she is stalwart.
kind of woman it does one good
TO know Thinking of her one holds
fast to his humanity and remembers
that kindness, charity and consideration
in little things for others have not en-
tirely fled the earth.
She laid great store on her daughter
future welfare. To see her well married
was her thought by day and her dreams
by night She had known poverty her
self, and her wish was that Mary Ellen
should wed, not great riches. but an
honest competence, and, above all, hap
PLY. But never in her dreams and plans
did the shadow of Slob Cullen enter.
Mrs. Hogan never liked Slob. "A
man who'd strike his old mother would
never have luck all the days of his
| life,' she said. He was no good, and she
often told him so. Yet in spite of her
mothers opinion and the purity OF her
own mind Mary Ellen thought the sun
rose and set on Slob.
And there you are. Slob knew the
mother would break his back If ever he
put his nose inside her door, and SO
/ from the nature of the case he could
have no regular calling nights. Any old
night would do. And often when the
moon rose slowly from behind the tow
ering chimneys Of the sugar mills and
the coast was clear the whistling, soft
and low, II want yer, ma honey, !"
could be heard in Ryan's alley.
Then to the Market street dock would
the lovers HE them, and the girl would
for the time forget the walls OF wrath
waiting for her return.
On Monday there were the same old
moon, the same sweet tune, the dock
again and the fear Of the wrath to come
| WITH tu6 mOTuluS.
This thing couldn t last always. With
Slob now it was the lady or the tiger.
He felt that if hS ever bit his thumbs
at Mrs Hogan be must have the law on
his slle. plenty of it, and q standing
army
What would lne girl do? It was her
deal
Would she so home again ana be
"pasted?"
Would she? Would she go home and
have her "old woman" take her shirt
waist from her?
So, with the eloquence Of love, Slob
urged his snit while the dawn was
parting tho cErtains in the cast.
Dan, her brother, had sought her that
night in the morgues III the hospitals
and in the Streets of Cairo "
AS the daylight streamed through the
kitchen window, paling the lamplight' S
fiDe, Mrs. Began sat waiting tor the
gi1l. Little Dan, slipping slowly from
| her knee, lay stretched at full length
On the floor. There is footstep in the
lower hall. She turns, listening as some
one climbs the stairs. An instant's hope
in Mrs. Hogan, and the neighbor passes
On TO the rooms above
Hours pass. The light Of day falls
full upon the housetops and the streets
echo with noises. There's a hnrrying
step in the hall. It's old Dan, the IA
tber, at last. He bursts in the door.
"I've found her. EIenp'
THANK God," says Mrs. Hogan.
"Where?''
HShe's gone and married Slob Gull
len. -
Now the curse of God on him, y
cries Ellen. "Slob Cullen A man
that'd strike his own motherl Bring
me to him. Be me faith it's cripple
she'll have for a husband. "
Hold your peace woman" says
Dan. "She'll be here today. Get me
me breakfast, and as she poured the
coffee she sobbed ''to think that she
should marry, leave good home and