Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1902-03-15
STATUE OF ST. PATRICK. IN ST. PATRCKS CATHEDRAL,
NEW YORK.

of Il few of them ireland could get all
her demands for the asking"
OIIara leaned toward me acrCSS his
counter and laughed loud and long.
dream again" said he. slapping me
on the shoulder
Il will send this to Mr.. McGowan,"
said in huff. putting the paper in
my pocket.
"Oh do: do me the favor" he cried
merriIy and then, as if suddenly seized
with an important idea, he gravely
said:
NO. no. old man; let me have it,"
gave it to him, wondering.
ON st. Patrick'S 5 eve Mr.. Ollara and
his bride to be were our guests at tea.
read the faces of both eagerly when
they came in for sign that they had
heard the dreadful news which | was
Withholding from Ily wife lest the very
horror of it should attract her to the
place of the contest next day. She was
III delicate health, and | feared that the
scene thC;N arranged for might kill her
Old MuiVihill had told me about it.
The whole town was talking of it, yet
no one seemed to have told these two
O'Iiara jocularly mentioned McGow-
an, and the quccnly one mcrrily held
up Il rcproving finger. 1t was certain
that they had not heard the news.
On going OIIar;i fingered to whisper:
"McGowan is sick. He won't be there
tomorrow But he has had his plan
all on paper for a week past and in
Mulvihills hands. win anyhow.
Good night"
Why didn't tell him? Did fate for
bid?
Next morning | was standing in Il
dense crowd ut the Main street corner.
1t was greatly excited crowd. Soon
| saw her. noble and beautiful, sitting
in carriage with her father. saw
the evil eyed Mulvihill lowering near.
Vanly my eyes searched for O'IIara.
Mulvhill approached me just as l
! had noticed, with Il great humping OF
the heart, funeral halt half Il block
away. Down Main street sounded
family the first notes of the paraders'
band
Il have it here in this paper. said
old Mulvhill, showing an envelope. 1T
was pcOr McGoWan's last wish. and |
must do it. 1t was attending meetings
and making speeches that killed him."
To the proud triumphant notes Of
! "ODOnncl AbOO," telling of glorious
deeds on the banks of the Bann, swung
into view the gay plumeS of green, the
prancing StccdS and all the Splendor of
| the parade. John Moran was grand
marshal. AS he reached the corner the
funeral procession came forward as if
to meet his. He gave the signal to
halt.
saw Miss Ellen Morris arise, alight,
ghaStly white, and go to the opened
door of the hcarSc | saw Patrick
OHara approach and stand beside her
with his handkerchief to his eyes.
Then she turned to the people. and
leaning a hand to support her on the
/ edge of the coffin she said family:
/ Il had Il vision. saw st. Patrick
himself He told me how Ireland
might be freddy boat"
Old Mulvihill crcpt up and, whisper
/ ing a word. put an open letter into her
hand.
1t was not the letter he had shown
/ to me. 1t was my plan! OIIara with
look of terror and agony on his face
/ snatched the paper from her, but not
before she had glanced at the picture
on it. Her father, muttering. whats
all this; what's all this?' elbowed his
way to her III on her face there was a
look of horror terrible to see as she
slowly stretched her arms toward her
father. kissed him and shriekcd:
81 am the bride of the dead"
She fell against the coffin through
the open door of the hearse. They
thought it was but n swOon. No.
Mulvhil defied the upraised fist of
the furious O'IIara. "lf You do. I'll
tell that you paid me to do it," was the
threat he screamed.
The parade moved on without mu-
sic The funeral turned back. These
two were buried together.
And viii ireland tten be free?
Says the Shan Van Vocht.