Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1901-06-13

said. I'm tired of the life here. III
buy an ass an cart packed with deli
ware an 60 thravel."
The father was willing to give him
his portion and let him go out into the
world and forget the girl who was
swamped in the morass. Owen got the
blessing Of his parents and went forth
to see the world.
He struck across the bog and over
every road that branches from the
track led his little gray ass. And every
cabi" he first came to on each separate
road he asked the folks If they had
seen yellow haired woman passing
that way In company with a white
faced man. If they said yes, he went
that road until he could 60 no farther.
Then he came back with sadder coun-
tenance than he had before.
He went to and fro over Ireland seek
ing that which he could not find. And
the sloe black hair upon his head began
to whiten. and the light of youth went
out OF his blue eyes. At last he almost
dullness of age crept upon him. He
and his little patient beast grew gray
together.
One evening they came into village
on the shore, and the sea was spread
out before them. Green islands rose out
of 1t. and foam flashed from its break
ing pillows. 1t was the eve Of the feast
of Patrick, and the peddler had Pat
rick's crosses to sell to the mothers for
their children. A little child came over
the sandy street to him and said:
There Is woman here who wants
to buy cross for me-"
He drew the old gray ass over the
way. and 1t was billy, and he knew it
was hard upon the creature. He felt
heartsick of wandering.
''I'll 90 home to the west" he said to
himself as he crossed the road. 1T il
good for man to die among his own"
He stopped before doorway. where q
woman was standing. She was worn
woman. not young. Faded yellow hair
was lying upon her forehead.
God save ye. good man!' she said to
Owney. Where did l see your face
bef0reY'
II think it was In a Connaught
sc''thy." said Owney Joyce. And his
!, -=s>."'~> and age went from him in q
moment. ter the woman be had spent
bis life looking for was before him.
I'VE stopped to get shoe on a colt that
didn't want It," said Owney. IAN your
cart was hangin on Its shafts by a
few splinters. An We had a great NAL
let to smash through them when the
right minute came. which was at the
edge Of quakin morass. An We sent
the colt racing hOmeward With the
shafts at his heels. while you stole
away into safety with a man escapin
the gallows. But. my woman. only
cut out the dints left by your mallet in
those same shafts before the kings Of
f1cers put an eye on them it might have
gone harder with ye." The woman for.
got the child and its Patrick's cross.
She stood silent. looking at Owen
Joyce.
where is your brother now?" asked
Owney.
The child was patting the ass. feed
ing it with tufts OF fresh green grass
which she gathered from a garden by
the path. The woman led Owney
away. She brought him to a grave
yard off the street. An old. wind worn
chapel stood In the midst. There was
a sheltered corner. with sweet violets.
mound rose out OF the violets.
My brother an his wife are iyin
here" said the faded woman. IAN in
my cabin out in the street I've reared
his children for him"
"Then think it's time that ye should
rear children of your own" said the
ptHidler. And by the time patrick's
eve next came around the faded wom-
an was sitting by her husbands hearth
in the tlatclled house beside her Con-
nnusht snlithy. And her own child
WAS sleeping upon her bosom.-Alainiy
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