The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-12-07


In America While Mike and the boys had
been spreading abroad like green bay trees
she had hung dropping over her grief. like
a weeping willow. Day and night her
thoughts visited the little grave where her
Kathleen was lying.
For time she had been partly consoled
by the presence Of Micky, who, having been
born during the most passionate period of
her grief. came into the world with gen.
tie and half-melancholy nature.
But when he had grown large enough to
crawl into a saddle he had followed the
men to the range and left her alone with
her sorrow.
Her raven hair became white Her figure
lost its roundness and her shoulders began
to stoop. She did her duty as wife and
mother. but her heart under the Irish
sod, Often at evening time they found her
sitting on the porch. gazing eastward, a
sad and yearning look i'm her great, dark
eyes.
'.Moike,'' she said. one night after the
bows had gone to bed, "st down by me
side"
He was beginning to stand little in awe
of her. for she seemed removed from him
by her grief.
He drew up his chair and looked at her
timidly.
II was thinking that the star yonder was
looking down on the grave of me Kath-
leen. she said. in a deep, sad voice.
Mother of God. Bridget, will you niver
forget the little gurrel?"
"Niver. Moike.".
'she will be the death of you and of me.
Bridget"
"Of you. Moike?'
Sure, Do you think can see my own
sweetheart grievin' and mournin year
after year and meself no comfort to her at
all. at all, without dying by inches? You
shcare me. Bridget, wild your big black.
hungry-looking eyes. The boys need more
of you than they get. 'Tis a sin to give
your best self TO little gurrel that's with
the saints"
''Ah. Moike, I am living in another
worruld.''
But. Bridget. my darlint. isn't this
worruld good enough? Here's the byes and
the land and the stock and me. Here is
the great bowl of the sky and the rolling
prairies and the shwate air of heaven and
the flowers and the freedom and the plenty
and liberty. What more do yez want?"
He filled his great lungs with the night
air and gazed out upon the good old pIen-
teous earth ike man in love with the sky
and the soil.
mo. Moike. it's not enough, to be plain
and true. Ye've been good to me, and the
byes have With all your roisterin'. drink
in, swearin and fightin' you are sound to
the core But. Moihe. L am a woman and
i need a daughters love. Oh, Moike, why
Is II that. with the living creatures around
us bringing forth their offspring male and
female. no little gurrel has come to me-
BY day I think and by night dream OF
my Kathleen"
A sigh broke from the chest of the giant
who sat IN his mans helplessness by the
side OF the sorrowful woman.
.'Mofke.'' she continued, II was readin
a paper the other day, and 1t said that in
Cincinnati. which il somewhere in the
States, think, there's asylum-an or
phans' homeland they sind children tC
those who have none of their own"
We've some Of our own, Bridget-great
hearty lads. and the Little Parson besides
who is more of a gurreI than a boy" ht
replied, nervously.
..Moike, darlint." she continued. ''woulC
you let me sind there for little gurrel
Say yis. Moike. Say yis. Who knows bu
the sight of little gurrel like Kathleen
she was Ave when she died, Moike-wouh
stop this gnawing at my heart"
''Sind for her, honey. sind for her
Sind for two of thin or tin of Thin.
he cried. hope dawning in his heart
There potaties enough. and there
milk enough. and there's bread enough. l
she would bring back the light to your eye
and the smile to your lips, I'd give her
thousand acres of land and hundred hea,
OF me cattle. Faith and would, Bridget"
''Ah. Moike. thank yez my lad. It's loik
your' she exclaimed. 1.-THE air taste
sweeter TO me. The night looks fairer. Y
don't know what grief l have suffered. It
been so lonesome. But L shall be happie
now. 1t will take money. Moike. Give me
ginerous gift to sind to them
There is gold In the strong box. Bridget
and It's yours he said. You have helpe
earn IL and helped save ii. Take as muc
as you wish Take IL all. 1 had rather sc
you happy than 10 own the State
Which was true. For old Mikes hear
was sound to the core" as his wife ha
said.
He rose. went to the iron safe where h
kept his ready money. and came back wit
q hundred dollars in gold.
''Wil II be enough" he asked:
"A plenty, 1 feel young again. says sh
and kissed him.
..Hiven sind it," says he
The next morning she sent Micky to til
railroad station TO forward the money b
express. In the same parcel a lette
which brought tears to the eyes OF the ST
perintendent when he read IL, for IL was I'll
passionate outpouring OF a womans hear
a heart that was lonely and hungry fc
love. There was a sincerity and tender
ness In II that reused an immediate r,
Spouse. Nothing could harm a little chill
In home where such love lived In won
ans heart-so the superintendent reasone,
But still another influence decided him I
take more chances than usual, in commit
ting his treasures to unknown hands.
II was this:
The description given by Bridget of II
cnild she had lost and wanted 10 replaC
corresponded. In the most minute partict
lar, TO the personal appearance and dispt
sftion of Little Saint Sunshine.
CHAPTER Nv.
And so Little Saint Sunshine was DR.,