The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-02-10

sharply. Drive on while you bark to
US. Drive on. and drive fast now"
Mechanically the farmer obeyed. short
ened the relns and drove on, every
nerve OF him listening
II know, Martin Keenan," said the
dsrk girl. whispering on how your
son learned in black and bitter school.
and how there was never kindly well
come for him to his own father's
home"
II know" murmured the fair girl,
..the home he took Graeey Roche to
and the home he took her from. And I
know. too, what mans shadow keeps
the door Of Grncey Keenan's small
heart to-day, and his name is not Maui
rice: though he only gave her shame,
and Maurice gave her a ring
And know" said the dark glrl,
signing and smiling that he knows
she does not love him; but nevertheless
he loves her greatly all the same. And
know that these nine welded months
have been dearer to him than the six
teen years that he spent in his fathers
house"
YOU have his letter carried this min
ute in your breast, Martin Keenan,"
said the fair girl, leaning nearer to
/ him. "And he does not write to you in
sorrow Let hunger break his pride
little smallerH
why should he Nbe broken who has
dons no in?" said the Dark girl For
he did biz of Gods work and lifted
up a woman from the mud-one he
knew when she was n slip Of a child,
and MS clean OF heart as the Gamma is
clean OF color. Now lie and the woman
have loved greatly. have lived poorly,
and lain hardly these many months.
and held together closely; and because
her trouble is near at hand he has writ
ten to you. MartA keenan,, there are
SO many mouths You have left unfedi
feed these two who are flesh of your
flesh and bone Of your bone
Let them starve; why not?" the fair
girl whispered in his ear Mary. his
mother, died OF starved heart-why
wouldn't he die. tOo?' His win be but
one mouth the fewer to keep and feed,
And youll spend your old age putting
coin on coin, gold and copper with sill
yer; and when you die the house Will
get no tenant. but your ghost win
haunt empty Llsmanay, and ybun
watch your money stIIl, Martin lee-
nan"
Let Mary be-you of the bitter
tonguem Keenan, said grufiiy. shes
dead ten years back, and to-day the
quarrel lies between me and her SON"
"The quarrel will die to-day, my sls-
ter sheila.'' the dark girl said. The fair
gill broke into scream of laughter
that put the terror into Martin Kee-
mans face.
"wm it, KathleenT she cried. WIN
1t now? think the quarre! vim live,
Martin: but / know Maurice keenan,
VIII die Tonight"
The same fore-knOwledge came sud=
denly to Maurice keenan, himself,
where he and his wife sat hungry and
cold In their slty-parlor, looking down
on by street in the city OF Cork. He
turned his lace to the wall that Gracey
might not see the heavy sorrow in his
eyes: and then he reused himself from
his own trouble Of humdIi love and fear
to touch his wlfes hand and TO smile
Into the delicate, peevlsh> face that
stopped over her fine stitching.
I'm go out the morn's morning. the
husband said restlessly. and see II Mr..
Donnell has any work that l can do.
Its better IN be the good tomorrow II
the sun shines. maybe
Never amy more" Gracey answered
hopelessly DIR. Maginn said 50 yester-
day agra, and what viii l do my, lone?
You'd better left me to Jimmy, after
all
"DonS talk so, my gIrlee; 1t hurts"
Maurice said in sharpened voice
You we're too good for him. Gracey.
and soon would he have grown tired,
and you would have gone hungry to the
pity OF the streets. mavourneenm
And are we not starving here?"
lracey cried. "oh, yes, there's roof
above US, sure there Is. and a brave
roof, too: oh. 1 wisht-my grief!
wlsht you'd let me drown myself that
night, Maurice. 1t wasn't kindly done
to stop memo, and 1t wasn't wisel For,
wanting me, you'd be in your own home