The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1902-03-31
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BY KATHARINE lyman.


Ely Driscoll that Patrick O'sullivaI
listed; and before she had tim.
20 repent and it didn't take long fol
her to do that he was gone clean out
OF It.
Ely vas not to see Patrick in the
fine soldiers coat for it was perhaps
eighteen months after he had gone
that his name appeared among the
killed in some obscure border raid 10
India
Ely had changed very much during
those eighteen months.
But after the news off Patricks
death reached The village, Ely changed
again. When she came ont at last
from hiding her face and went about
fhe ordinary affairs Of life once more
she seemed to have shrunk in height
as though a great burden lad fallen
upon her and pressed her down. The
light in her eyes had gone out.
Yet she took up the buroen Of life foi
her mothers sake when she would
gladly have reIinquished it for her
cwn.
In the nick or time there came a
letter to the Widow Driscoll which
mado a great connection among the
neighbors Her son Bill who had been
graceless lot while be lived in the old
country. but in America had grown
rich and apparently forgotten them
took It into his head to send for his
mother and sister.
AT another time Ely would have re-
fused TO 20. or to trust her mother to
RnTs bounty. Size had not mach faith
in Bill nor the unknown sister-in-law
who had bought hirl for dowry the sa-
loon in which he had been bartender.
But now it was an open door by which
to escape the dreadful alternative OF
marrying Michael Doyle.
They had nothing TO dispose Of
nothing to hinder Eilys putting ths
greadth OF the ocean between her and
Co0ldrina and It's memories and the
persistent woons Of Michael Doyle
with all possible speed.
The reformed Bill whisked them Of
in a hackney coach as soon as they
lag leu. He had looked with a certain
dissatisfaction at their peasant hahiii-
ments. He would have flung his moth
rr's little bundle contemptuousiy e.
one Of the loafers about Castle Garden
u ELY had not rescued it.
He hustled them into the coach, ana
remarked that il was well that it Was
dark. so that on one should see the olo
woman IN her white cap, with the hood
OF her cloak across it.
you do look pair OF greenhorns,
had been his salutaticn before he had
been caught 70 his mothers quivering
little breast
Min would never forgive me If ~
was daylight he said now. as he pull
ed up the window Of the coach,
Presently they stopped at little
dark door beyond circle of flaming
lights. and Bill hustled them out of the
cab.
That's the saloon" he said, when
ne got them safely into the deep
shadow Of the door. pointing to ths
blazing splendor beyond. you never
ihoaght. did you. old woman, to sec
yosr precious boy running one u the
biggest saloons on Bowery?'
In a room. an gliding and blue satin
chairs. large woman, with a yellow
dissatisfied face. sat awaiting thcm A
hoy and girl sat on blue satin foot
stools. The boy was dressed like Lit
do LORD Fauntleroy. and the girl had
6aglels to match his, and like MS her
,asteless finery was somewhat frayea
and neglected. Mrs Bill held a large
xiIt fan in her coarse, thick-hngered
hands. She was dressed in black satin
covered with bugles, and showing
grease stain here and there.
she regarded her husband and his
linsfolis now with a blacSness which
aeepened aud spread over her ili-tem~
pered face. Before IL the redoubtaols
Bill evidently Quailed.
Thls is the old lady, Min" ne fall
tered. 'and my sister Flly."
Min said Nothing. The Widow Dris-
coll was quite obvious Of the coldnesa
OF her reception She had gone, with
an odd little cry, straight 10 the child
rem.
Little Lord Fauntleroy let his toys
fan about aim in heap thrust his
curls out Of his eyes, and addressed his
grandmother in nasal tone. bidding
her keen on
- ..s.,. 10, "a nv e,,ou he cried In "A