The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1897-09-11
The Sovereign of the Village.
"a story in the English magazine, Mac
Milans. In four parts.)
PART III.

From his carriage he. caught sight of Nor
~ clutching slice of bread and jam, a
which she took bites in the intervals o.
voluble chatter with the parish priest, whit
had stopped TO talk to her. The jam hae
made big red blotches on her pinafore, and
her face and fingers were in lamentabls
| state. Nevertheless, this second vision OF
! her revealed her as more bewitching 10 the
Marquis than the first. There was no wind
| so her curls were in a more orderly confu-
| sion, and as she was less excited, her
| lisping chatter flowed On with a quainter
! huency. The Marquis pulled the check
string, and the carriage stopped in front
| of Norry and Father Sullivan. "Good-by,
| Norry," he called out.
| 'Dood-by, Dandby.' Norry cried out, re-
| membering his name without any hesita-
ton. "Tum a-morrow adam; Use sorry
you're dom away"
Father Sullivan wheeled round in pro-
found amazement and quickly uncovered.
| The Marquis gave him a curt nod and be-
| fore he could recover his wits and make
| proffer of an elegant greeting, the carria &c
v as rolling down to the broad open road.
Mrs. Molloy called him the Marskiss,"
Norry said, CONTEMPORARY, with as much
bitterness as her genial little heart was ca
pablo of harboring toward q felow-crea-
ture. The word "Marskiss'' being an I'M
known quantity in her ears she conceived
it as term Of obiiquy, and resented its
application 10 the aniable stranger who
appeared SO properly grateful for her kind
ness and condescension. Now, If he had
been called a sergeant 1t would be quite
another thing. That would have been the
highest compliment, for was not the Ser
eeant of her own town one of her very
dearest friends-Pat Mcguire, a splendid
specimen OF the Irish constabulary, who
was ready any day 20 risk his life for
her?
The story of Norry and the Marquis was
round the town before the morning papers
from Dublin were distributed. 1t was told
in every shop, at every bar, and recounted
in various ways to that bird OF passage,
the bagrnan; it was droned over fires In
the bewitching sing-song brogue of the
country. mellowed and adorned with the
peoples imaginative art, as it passed from
mouth to mouth. Larry Reilly had his
version from Father Sullivan; the Doctor
had more detailed and highly colored
account from the 0Iarqus's agent, who in
turn received il direct from the noble lord
himself. The agent. as fine fellow as ever
crossed a bog and rolled the Irish r, was
the only popular person in the Grandby
establishment, and the Marquis lost moth
ing in his version of the tale.
Then there was Mrs. Molloy's account;
and here the unpopular person, by his att!-
tude of bland submission to the autocrat
of the village and his positively human be-
havior, quite captivated the rustic heart
He wasn't, you see. such a black-hearted
villain, after all, or at least Norry had
charmed the fend out of him; shouldn't
wonder IL after this he reduced the rents
% per cent. all round. The Marquis did not
reduce the rents, or accomplish any other
act of virtue that we have heard of; but
he returned TO Ireland after a shorter in
terval than was yet known of since his
marriage with a hard-faced and disagree
able Saxon.
Meanwhile Norry lived her life of a
sovereignty. Her mother had taken her UP
10 the city once in what Norry described
to us afterwards as THE Doggy puff-puff,''
and there she had won hearts and broken
them in about equal proportion.
She had disconcerting habit of stop
ping every policeman she met under the |
impression he must be related to her
friend the Sergeant, with quaint 'Dood- |
morrow, Sergeant; the blessings of bod !
on We. Sergeant" She would insist on |
darting away from aunt or mother in a |
crowded street, TO kiss the latest baby, or /
pat stray dog. or strive calamity in her |
enthusiasm to strange a terrified cat; she |
wanted TO stop and make acquaintance |
with the horses as well. and greeted every
stranger that crossed her path with a |
smile. when she was forcibly |
restrained from asking his or her name
once there was fearful accident outside |
her grandmother's gate. A mastiff was ly-
ing on the path irritable from heat and |
thirst. In any other mood, I am sure SO
large an animal would be gifted with suf-
llcient sagactty to recognize a friend; but
he painted and glowered in a sullen and
angry temper. and when Norry stopped
down to place two fat arms round "the |
doaty dog the ill-humored brute bit her
arms furlously. That was bad moment |
for her aunts. The child's arm bled but
Norry herself never cried; she was afraid
the dog would be scolded if it were known
how much she suffered. In the garden,
without waiting to go inside, an aunt knelt
DOWN and sucked the arm till the bleeding
stopped; and within ten minutes the mag |
liilcent dog was shot. An hour afterwards |
Norry was running about as bright and as |
well as ever. though anxious eyes dwelt |
upon her for some days.
Her aunts wisely felt that dead coun-
-ry town. with no traffic to speak Of. and a
REVEALING sense OF brotherhood, formed a
more suitable and picturesque background
or such disturbing individuality as Nor
|
behind the railway carriage win
cow shaking her little fat fist at them.
With the smiling assurance that she would !
tum a-morrow adam in the Doggy puff
'uff 10 see them"
II was not long after her return that we
Noticed her bright color beginning 10 fade |
md shadowy blue circles forming under
Ter eyes. Soon il was wh;sered, as a uni
ersdl calamity, that Norry was not well |
he lay a home or the sofa and cried a |
God deal, or made her mother hold her |
n her lap beside the fire. Poor Ncrry was
lot an angel as l have said. and she was
very fretful and exacting little invalid |
Ter occupation, Ike Otheno's. was gone
nd she could not reconcile herself TO the
ullness Of the sick-room. Only the touch |
T her mothers hand comforteG her: that
she al once fell upon wild Sob
ing.
No such fuss would have been made over
he Marquis himself. or even the parish
r.est. Lifelong enemies encountered on
heir way 10 inquire for her two OF three
mes day. People not or speaking terms
18th her parents sent 10 ask every morn
~ how she had passed the night Mar :
* haw she had passed the night Mar
ella had TO call in the services of a slip
q girl 10 open the door TO the tramps
iia 4N4e-S iAOil LIZ IlSGACSL villages VINO |
anne for news OF her. Every morning 8
nd evening a bulletin was issued verbally !
I'd ran from house 10 house, from cot {
lge 10 cottage on her way 10 the tele- a
raph Office, Nsrcella was waylaid by
'owd OF rough ard ,attered youths c
Troth an she's very bad. indeed" the ?
aid replied tearfully We don, Ike 10 Z
INK Of it at al. al an =
Glory be 10 God. girl. but isn't thrue. E
lre what I'D we all do al all. az al, with +
II her? It's lost the town I'D be Il any
ing hanranei 70 her -