The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1900-06-15

keenan,, slowly crossing the room to the
one small window. and looking down on
at Lismanay ! went hungry, and the
sharpest struggle now to me is the know
ing that my girleens hungry, too.''
Shamed color came up into Gracey's
worn young face, and she laid her head
| on her husbands arm with a sob.
said' land you putting the food from
your own hungry mouth into mine. 1t
wasn't my heart spoke so, but the
hunger, dear"
"Ah, Gracey oge machree. sure, and
there are two hungers: and the worst to
girleen. I know this of myself, for
I've known them BOTH"
Gracey sghed impatiently; she was not
| Of the stuff whereof saints and martyrs
are made: and she looked down enviously
at the full fed, prosperous folk going and
coming in the street.
"Who was that in the street below
that fine lady with her yellow hair. and
in the grand silk hood? Sure, and We
saw her, Maurice. for she looked up here
at You? And' (iealousyl "what's she to
you that you'd look so strange at one
know I racey." Her HT'f husba h?" hands %G
were on her shoulders now, resting there
heavily. Help me. mavourneen, will We,
"What is it. ayick?"
I'm struck with death. I'm thinking
and I'd rather die standing up, but you
wouldn't be able to do with me after
ward, I'd be too heavy. for you. Better
help me back to bed, Gracey, dear.
Thank ye. my Colleen"
He took his arm from Gracey's Shout
ders: and dropped down upon the bed,
drawn pain Of it should frighten her.
"Maurcc-'
Eyes, pulse Of my heart ~
"ls it dying hard ye are?'
He tried to smile at her. ayes, ma
''Then III draw the pillow from under
is, but there might be pigeons feather
in it. anyhow s he dragged the thin
pillow, from under her husbands head.
and then sat down o.. the edge of the
poor bed waiting. with folded hands, till
| Maurice Keenan, should have lost his
last battle.
When it was nearly ended the door
| opened suddenly, and Martin keenan,
came in with a wild, gray face. His
heavy step reused Maurice from the
drowsineSs of death. and he held peace
at arms length from him for minutes
| breathing space. while he drew Gracey
! down to him and held her fast At first
| the boy and girl chung silently together;
then Gracey took fire, and spoke.
"You'd best go home. Keenan,, for it's
| little we want of you today, though we
wanted food last night"
"Maurice," Martin Keenan, faltered.
| m aurice boy, won't, YOU speak to me!
Is it the tongue of her hate tai king to
me or worse thing? Is what she says
| li,c T. t,o
| wanted for, and eating good mate and
stirabout. and drinking mead at Lismtl-
nay?'
| Eyes, father Maurice whispered,
| keeping his face half hidden from sight
ON his wife's. hcavins breast.
said hoarsely. 'but there's time for me
| to make it up yet to you-:nd Gracey
| here-:lnd the child that's coming. And
yell have good doctoring. Maurice agra.
and yell sec your child yet. please God!
| Lismanay?'
| "Oh. his mother wants him most"
| iracey sobhed. as Maurice's head grew
| heavier on her bosom. "Oh, my grief,
| my grief! and she has him now Oh.
Maurice. agra, and why wouldn't YOU
take me. too? The worlds 50 cowld a
place for us women"
flush, hush now! Grace, my wom-
an.
Why should I hush" Grace walled.
| "and my heart breaking in two with the
weight that he's put off, my man lying
For Gods love, don't cry So" said
M Marh4 h n,,a,f Sure III take up the
never carry any more sorrow. Maurice
agra. do ye hear?''
| Maybe he did, for the smile on the
dead face was so satisfied and tender
that it made Gracey hush her useless
tears, and put her hand into Mar
! TIN hcenans, and with it full forgive
ness.
| what use was it for you to strive 81
| hard with me for him. my sister?" the
fair girl said to- the dark girl. as they
watching Martin Keenan, and Grarcv
| drive slowly home to Lisnlanay. .Whnt
| use! For the .yclow-hairpd boy died
and the mans heart is black still. Kath.
| leen:" 1>@''''
BLACK with sorrow, sheila, but not
| black with sim
"And he will count up his gold again:
! l lay the doom upon him." answered tho
falr girl frowning heavily in the shadow
of her hood.
But l lay it upon him, sister, that he
| shall spend it. too
|
as woman souled as his father Maurice.
and! to die heart hungry, even as he
died cried the fair girl, angrilv. 90 III
| :, ~ lay the same. fret upon him colleen
| dhas, said the dark girl. with smiling
lips and eyes shining none the less for
as curse"
But l lay it upon him to live hungry
as we'll as die hungry" said the fair
girl. "''
Il lay the same fret upon him." said
the dark girl. smiling still. for the salts
ned soul is rotten kernel in fair husk
and therefore shall the child suffer him.
ger t ana thirst, and shall not be sufficed
by the fruits Of Tir ma n'Og and the
mead of h-1nnist: *** but he shall
FEED the hunger and quench the thirst Of
other mouths than his" Va
He shall not be the better for any
w,oman's love. Kathleen, however long he
lives" 'o"s ne
SIN. "Mor d the worse for any mans hate,
| "Neverth'ess, here and there = man
shall hate him, Kathleen. And here and
| there woman shall love him, but not
the one woman, that shall be his STAR
You have the power to give him all
those sorrows said the dark girl: ''but
the love of the Gentle People, orr kin.
drcd.. And l promise him, too. that he-
fore he dies he shall see the Gentle Peo.
pie thrice; and he shall see you. Sheila,.
my sister, and love You for your beautys
sake
But shall not love him, Kathleen -
said the fair girl. "because in dream
once. his father saw my face, and he aid
not love me?'
LET time judge between you. Sheila
Our fret**** lies on him meanwhile: and
we two are agreed"
I'VE are agreed Kathleen; and the
fret lies upon him and upon u.s.
Then a little wind pushed and nuzzled
it's petulant way through the blackberry
bushes. and found neither dark woman
nor fair; but far away up the darkeninc
hillslopes and through their wet ferns
Ouested a black hound and white
Black and White.
Ozark girl. ""The east wind. "*iThe Isle
of the Noble; an Irish Parade. +***Doom
Cecil Rhodes Thoughtfulness.
A resident of Kimberley vouches for
the following story of Cecil Rhodes
During the siege. he strolled into the