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

Nora Hopper in Binck ana White:
"save you kindly Keenan, OF Lisma-
nay, ana win you glye me a ride to
coFk7y
"And me. Martini"
strong" farmer US he was Martin
Kesnan was none too ready to give
away even the courtesy that cost him
nothing.
''And who's to pay my trouble then.
and the mare'sY" said he: He drew up
his cart with a creak and a jerk. ind he
looked hard at the two girls who had
opped him by the wayside a mile and
BIT from Llsmunay. Would they pay
him for a lift? he wondered strangers
to him both they were. but soft voiced,
ana very fair to see, and Martin Kee-
nan looked at them long.
The fashion OF their clothes was DIFF
fersnt, and even SO was the color Of
theft hair, but themselves were as like
AS two sisters. The fair girls gown
was OF red color and rich stun, and the
hood on her shining hair was of quilted
sink. but the. dark haired girl went bare
loot ip a gown of ragged green, the red
shawl cast over her head faded and
patched.
But It was to hsr OF the bn:e feet
that Martin Kednan spoke first:
wanting a ride down the Cork road
are you? And you knowing my name.
colleen dhu?s But up with We first. land
answer after, Tor it's tired ye look
"Tired Indeed am this hot day, and
f5otsore too" said the dark girl,
throwing back her shawl from a face
that was as pale as bramble flower.
1Ahd thank you Kindly for the hft.
Btt It's empty handed. too, am, and I
cannot pay YOU for it,
Get up. empty handed or full hand-
ed" grunted the farmer 'and no more
words about It, colleen dhu" Then he.
turned 10 the tair gbl. speaking I'M
graaIoisiy, Come up with you then,
Il you're after wanting ride in. ear
nest. aud will pay for It, colleen dhas,
for its a beggar on the,high road I'D be
II gave two free rides in day"
"oh, yin pay you for 1t. man. never
oar. ! am like sou. for also do Moth
ing for nothing" she said, smiling.
"And like you, Martin keenan,, It's Bit
ter and ugly and III too cross am. but
kind am to them thu help me on the
road. And HE the wandering dust |
am. and like the wind, since far, have I
gone. and rye further vel to go"
he helped her into the cart sulklly
enough. though even his eyes could NOT
help hut make open confession OF her
beauty.
SIT fast. then. and draw close the
hood over ths face OF ye, for there's
power OF dust on The road to-day. and
the redf wiud-bad cess to it!-blowing
Il IN like a gossip into our faces. And
better would you have done to walt for
the car. colleen dhas
~ like better still TO ride 10 Cork
With you. friend" said she OF the fair
hair ccaposedly Il wonder, now, how
many angry meh have ridden hot pot
down this same road TO 'neet their sons
and their sons wives? How many be-
fore you Aaf1ln Keenan?''
Il never told H." keenan, said his
forid face grown gray. Into the ear Of
living soul that my crazy lad had mar
fled that Madam Flne-airs Of a Gracey
Roche; nor yet that ana the mare
were bound Tor Cork to-day" Then,
edging neryously away from her And
what kind ATE ye at all. at all. that
know what I'VE never spoken o.
'.Ah. what are We now u wonder?"
said The fair girl. openly laughing.
But said the dark girl. leaning for
ward and whispering, II know thing.
too. that you never let on to any one
not even your own soul, when you and
II kept company, Martin keenan,. ]
know that your wife Mary, learned
that you loved your money better than
you loved her body or soVd; l know
that she did not slip. gathsEtng duIse
on the Bull Rocks out yonder hut that
it was her own good win she went to
drown in the sea that drowned her
father
Drive on and trust our tongues TO
keep pace with you" said the fair girl