The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1900-11-09

-''A ANR -hNN lOnhfl ; ElIl.
Q "Yes."
"She married Emmett Mcguire. NJ,
Ind her has been a-Katherining to
gether many is the day"
shes dead sixteen year"
"Ah, me, that it is always. They are
dead-dead. What's the age of you?'
Eighteen come Saint Kentigern'.
day
Amt you hungry then?"
''She gave me something" with a
grateful look at Nora, but it's here
and one hand futtered TO her heart.
"and Mike-no.-not dead"
She would have fallen but that
Nora's arms caught ana held her up.
Fetch the cot, Pat, and stretch it
here. Never a bit could we get her
upstairs-nor-down-if it come 10
that" Nora's face now was as white
as the strangers.
"Mike-you were saying"
shane Nora. to poster her"
But Nora persisted. Mike"
"Mike-do you know him?-Mike
Killibrew?"
You are never meaning him"
shame, Moral And amt there a
hundred and one Of your Mike KILL
brews."
His hair is like asphodels, yellow
and curly-you know him?-
The ANXIOUS eyes looked into Nora's.
but they grew meaningless and wan
dering. The long strain had been too
much
The gentle voice went on and on,
with stories Of boy and girl love. with
bits Of old Irish song. tales of st. Pat
rick's festivals. Of midsummer divina-
tions-and always the same name
over and over.
The two women sat long in silence
at their watch over the stranger.
"When was il then, Nora. that you
and your Mike was to marry?"
at was next month" Unconscious
ly she spoke as though it were a thing
no longer TO be looked forward 10. A
faint light OF stars came out over the
lake. Nora rose to put on a walking
coat
"Where are you going 10, Nora?'
81 want Pat to 60 with me-to the
furnace"
But this poor creature"
"And amt there a hundred and one
Of your Mike Killibrews?"
There amt but one man on earth
for her"
The same for other folks" Nora
was tying her bonnet strings
at amt the same growing up with I
a one like and just 6nowing a man
six months or So"
Nora tied careful bow under her .
chin. Something far tighter seemed /
tied about her heart as the blue eyes
smiled up at her from the cot.
The Park furnace was a patch of
black on the gray evening. The smoke
from its chimneys made Puivering
shadows along the dim earth. The
doors Of the ovens that Watchman
Mike Killibrew attended seemed like
doors TO the Internal regions. Within
were whirling blazes. flames OF red,
blue and gold wheeled vehemently
round and round, like the curbed
wings of some fallen angel-im-
prisoned, bound, but still full OF futile
Nora went near the watchman and
touched his shoulder.
"Ohl Nora? You scared me- Why,
What brings you herel thought you
we're one of the Little Folks-the fair
es, they are out to-night-this is neen
Ia Beal final"
"May Eve. | know it. Pat come with
ne; you want afraid, eh. PATE"
"Those Little Folksll give you and
'at both blast for daring them"
They talked of many things ere
'ora could bring herself to speak of
What had brought her there.
"I'm wondering. Mike. if you ever
owed any girl but me?" !
"Nowl I'm wondering, Nora, what
QUILL be for wondering next"
"Say, now. in the old country
idn't you love anybody like you are ,
,ving me?" !
"No. never the same, Nora" ,
"Then I'm wondering was II more?"
mot more, Nora. It's just you and d,
le in the world. Nora; and nobody .
se in it If my thinking of them had
, make EN-"
81 knew it. Mike" she sobbed. 81 =
new it," But. with a woman's per-
stency: "Was there anybody near 9.
illarney side you loved just lit +,
e?"
"Thc old woman" !;
"Not your mother. then?"
"Wel," Mike hesitated "as our -
edding day is so nigh, ! don't mind =
ling you, Nora, there was a girl in :,
e old country, and we were sweet
arts"
"You were promised% =
"Well-yes. but that was four-fve :,
ars ago-and never word in all that =,
ne have l written to the old coun- -
"" =.
Shed never be following you out 7,
ross water, Mike?"
'Never a bit. But funny you got m
talking of this. I've been thinking i,
that old time tonight. like 10
vent been thinking in years-it III
ist be the little people out May Eve r,
I they have come cross the water
er us-that set me thinking. But, W
ra. don't want to 90 back to low