The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-02-25


"'Tis a grand day indeed Mary" said
James, avoiding her eyes.
I'm for Carmore," she said, "are Se
comin?'
Not now; I've an errand to Bally-
clogher."
'iAh, weul good day to ye.' She passed
on.
Maggie had stood quite still. watching
Mary closely all the time
She's a hard nall" said Jim, laugh
! ing awkwardly.
"She saw"
"What of that. sure?"
She'll tell an us"
Let her"
Did We liver kiss her, JIM
81 did, many a time-and others have,
too. What's there in that to thrOuble
wild? II rather kiss YOU, Maggie.
ITS shtopped rainin'" she said.
"Give me wan kiss, aston he said;
1.-THE other l tux widout lave"
Maggie tremoled as she lifted her face
to his, and there were tears i'm her eyes
which James Phelan did not see.
AT the door of the COyle cottage which
adjoined the forge: Jim left his compan-
ion with a Good day Maggie" and
wave of the hand. He had previously APP
pointed to see her on the following day.
When the children came in from school,
a riotous mob, they were taken by Mag
gle to be put straight process which
involved much bowling and many tears.
She was so fun of the mornings episode
that she would have preferred not TO
change the dress she wore; it seemed now
to be part of the altered life. In the
same way she hestated to wash the mud
from her feet. But Of course she did
both and in the act was brought nearer
TO the practical side of things again.
When she went down stairs her father
had come in from the forge, and was sit
ling clean and uncomfortable. near the
hearth. Mrs. Coyle sat opposite to him;
the nine children were perched on two
wooden benches that ran along the wall.
They made way for her with many sig
nails and suppressed gggles.
Whist BE shtill, there! Yer uncle
is not used to the like ay THAR
God help him, then" said Conn.
AN why God help him? Sure every
mon can't marry, an it's wen they
don't"
Have yer way. have yer way" said
0-1. I'm thln1io' Frank Powers a
sad man: that's ALI"
Faith. thin. It's the money does it."
Yen harp an than shtringe till It
breaks"
'Arrah, Conn, we've niver a good word
for the man, and him me own brother
Sure, ones enough to talk av i'm. II
a blessed saint were comin' we couldn't
have heerd more noise av it,,
A silence fell upon the party, which was
unexpectedly broken by a shock-headed.
freckle-faced boy called Barney. He had
been gazing for a long time at Maggie's
pretty feet, and the words were out be-
fore he remember the solemnity of the oe-
casion.
Maggie, show us The thrick wild yer
toesw 1t was about the only accomplish
ment that Maggie possessed, and consist
ed IN curious flexibility of the toes which
enabled her TO fold them under almost
as though they were fingers and pick up
any small object from the ground This
trick was a source OF endless delight 10
the children, who practsed it themselves
with ON assiduity which promised great
future results.
mot now, pet" said Maggie. running
her fingers through Barney's hair
'"rhe ideaw cried Mrs Coye "When'u
We larn slpse. Barney?'
"Why wouldn't she do the thrick to
PLACE the boy?" asked Conn. ave thried
times to do 1t meself"
"Whishtl there's wheels comm" Mrs
Coyle was at the door in moment, peer.
ing out into the autumn twilight with
hands on hips and an anxious tremor at
ihe heart. 1t was uncle Frank Power at
last
He was not prepossessing man. The
! little likeness to his sister that he had
was as It were, hidden away in odd cor
ners Of lis face which only now and
then revealed II as by compulsion He was
small and spare of figure; neat as be-
came his position; drily concinatory in
manner, as a person who has to please to
! live. His face was hard, save for the
mouth. which had an unexpected loseness
of lips; his eyes were furtive, shooting
sudden glance ana then turning aside as
though 10 muse on the impression. they
had taken. He was a man who habitually
masked himself, though with so little art
/ that close observer saw hts small soul
bare under the disguise.
The much-dehated meal was hardly a
social success To begin with. Power had
no great appetite, nor aid he pour forth
the congratulations which Mrs cove had
confidently expected. lie ate slowly and
! thoughtfully. speaking little ana the 9th.