El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-07-08

help me-" 1 repeated blankly. "Oh.
don't say that!"
Nothing, my lad-nothing. She
hasn't been here, an I don't think
she'll come now, poor little thing; ye
began to ill-use her soon enough.
Heaven knows! Well, we'll, I'm not
surprised. I thought it would all end
that way; but not so soon-oh. not so
cruel soon!' she repeated, with a harsh
laugh. I'VE might have spared her for
wan year at the laist, for she loved
We true"
Molly" 1 cried vehemently, you
you don't understand. Listen to me!
II tell you would give every farth-
ing 1 possess, my life itself, to find her
now safe and we'll and-and teach her
to forgive me! Do not judge me so
harshly; but help me, help me, for
there's not a moment to be LOST"
I'll help we as we'll as I can" she
said, after a searching glance, "for 1
see ye're sorry, but I'm feard my help
won't go far. Sit down beside me, an
I'll tell ye her mothers story to begin
with, if We haven't heerd it already be-
like"
infant, she told me-"
"t 7Thea she was four '--- old
her mother stole out O. the bed one
wild night in November, an flung her
self from the stone on which yer sit
tin down TO the beach below She
was picked up in the bay next morn
in by the boys comm home from the
hshin', every bone in her body broke
to bits-as cruel a sight as liver me
ould eyes fell on. I couldn't get it out
O. me sight for months after"
Great heavens! Was it an accident,
or do you mean she committed sui
cide?''
Suicide. ay, that's what they called
it didn't remember the word until
We mentioned it-'suicide while in a
state of trumpery insanity was the
jury's verdick. For nigh on six months
afore poor little Helen came into the
wurrld her mother was hopeless
i5iot, that ought to have been locked
up safe in a 'sylurn. as 1 ought to know
WELL"
"Great heavens! And this was kept
from Internationally kept by that
wretched old woman who fiaunts her
religion"
Charity an religion begins at home
with wan O. her kind. If she had
tould you. the chances are ye'd have
sloped off an left on her hands
burthen she hated an had fretted
against sore for the last eighteen year
She saw her chance and didn't let it
slip. Who'd be after blamin' her, when
We come to think of it,"
1.-The madness was inherited-in the
family, I mean?" I asked, with sullen
bitterness.
mo, it wasn't. Sorry a Casey 1 ever
heard Of bein' took that way before or
since"
What was the cause Of it?"
Sorrow. treachery, cruelty. an
wrong, them was the cause of it
wrong such as 'ud drive women O. my
kind by degrees to the whisky bottle
an the county Jail, but which, in wan
summers day, turned poor Nora Casey
from light-hearted sunny lass into,
as I've already tould we, a broodin'
hopeless ijiot!"
be kept back from me now. What was
Iu0 uOIueT . SlOTy. QUICK.
"Aisy, aisy, I'll tell it We soon
enough" demonstrated Molly sooth-
ingly, squatting herself on the ground.
her hands clasping her knees. Mora
was the ould vans only daughter, an
the youngest O. the family; when the
boys all went their ways she had to
remain at home. She was me nurse
child, and as purity a girl as ye'd care
to meet in days walk, and as like
her daughter as two peas, only brighter
an more winntn' in her ways, an
never wild that broodin' heavy look
Miss Helen often had. She was let
grow up jest as yer wife was, with no
more eddication or care or lookin' after
than if she was thrown On the wurrld
without a sowl of her own. She used
to wander about the mountains all day
long, and in course of time met
scoundrel.
"He had come in a grand yacht that
anchored in the bay. Every day he
used to meet her somewhere or other,
an soon won her heart, for he was
handsome an elegant, like no wan
she'd never met before. One day he
tould her to meet him next night at
IL o'clock in ST. Brigid's ruined church
beyond the point below, an that he
would have a minister to marry them.
making her swear she was to tell no
wan, for if it was known he was about
to marry a poor girl he'd be ruined for
life. But after a few months he said
he was to come in for a large fortune
and be his own master, an then he'd
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INTRODUCE her to his people.
Poor Nora believed him and went
to the abbey. where sure enough there
was a minister all in white ready to
make them wan. She kept the saycret