The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1900-08-10
Not uonr mother. then ~

across water, Mixer
Never bit. But funny you got
to talking of this. I've been thinking
of that old time tonight, like l
haven't been thinking in years-it
must be the little people out May Eve
if they have come cross the water
after us-that set me thinking. But,
Nora, don't want to go back to low
ing her nor nobody but you"
"Was she called tia Maguire?"
"The same. How did you know"
maybe it's the fairies telling me
but | must be going. I just came to
say" she went hesitatingly to the
door-"Come, Pat!" She looked back
IL came to say you'll be sure to
come by Mis- Maloney's in the morn
ing as you are leaving your watch
ing?"
Mistress Maloney sat at the foot of
the cot where the tired girl still bab-
bled of old days.
Don't you want to lie down bit,
Mistress Maloney?" asked Nora.
Its as fresh as Whitsunday ale
you're looking, Nora" cried Molly,
with a start; but it's not me ash de-
sert the poor creature. It's doctor
she ought to be getting in the morn
ing, but don't know how she'll be
getting one"
9TH get her one" said Nora.
"Eh, Nora, it's the good heart that's
in you then"
Nora sat in the doorway to share
the watch.
TIA babbled of bright times and gay
days-and always it was the same
name over and over.
AS the first glimmer of gray dawn
crept over the earth, great quietness
came TO the sick girl,
A wind began to shake the trees on
the mountain side. A faint luster of
rose exhaled from the east. Its light
fell across the face of the sleeping
she rose on the couch, she looked
eagerly out of the open door.
Nora put her arms about her, a
warm, steady support.
la ma Beal tina! May morning!"
whispered the girl; 'am home again?
That's Lake Killarney-it's near sun
rising-is it good luck this May morn
ing?-is it blessings this year,
Spirit of Killarney to see you
once!-"
A whirl of wind struck the lake as
it had never been stricken before;
from its center rose a wave, steely in
the gray morning, white with foam as
the wind whirled it over the lake.
at is good fortune!' whispered the
girl, ecstatically, ''for l see him
Spirit of Killarney, prince of la ma
Beal tina-noble O'Donoghue!"
She sprang forward, her eyes on
the lake. Nora could hardly hold the
slight form palpitating with joy while
the girls voice futtered on with her
happy imaginings. 81 see him. He
rides mighty horse and the name
that blows in the wind is white-he is
all glittering in steel-his white plume
is waving. He is like the old iron men
in the hall of Drogheda-"
1T is O'Donoghue. prince O. good
luck she's seein'-and me" sobbed
Nora; Pm seem nothin' but gray
water and white foam-and no luck
at all"
"They are with him-the men and
the maidens-they are dressed in
green-pale as new willow boughs-
and some are in white-and they've
garlands then-they are coming to-
ward Glenaa-O'Donoghue rides brave
~ among them
"And it's me- sobbed Nora, that
see nothing but water and new-leafing
trees, and blooming dogwood on the
mountain side, and shining again in
the lake"
BLESSINGS the year it is then"
whispered the girl, falling back into
Nora's arms.
The wind Iulled, the little lake lay
quiet between the hills. just as the
sun dispelled every memory of dark
ness, the two girls looking out at the
doorway saw Mike, the night watch
man, coming with blithe step toward
them.
The radiance of the morning sprang
into Ita's eyes. She forgot the weary
way she had Travelled. She forgot
the clasp of the arms that had sup
ported her all the dark hours. She
only knew that Mike lived and that
she had found him. .-.af
Nora looked steadily at him as he
came whistling to the shop. She noted