The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-10-18


and waved, but in vain, then turned to the
boatman. Didn't they say anything about
going without me?" "Indade, they was all
talkin' about LAWN some person. mum.
but the large Teddy they was afther calm
Miss Iiddy, she said it would serve you
right for kapin' 'em waitin' the hour" Not
till then had she realized how long she had
been in the woods, following back and
forth the meandering stream. She was
greatly disappointed, for that trip was
grand one; row far down the lake and
across a bit of ocean to O'Sullivan's land
ing, where a coach from the hotel was to
meet the party and take them home over a
beautiful mountain road.
After mournful contemplation of the
fast disappearing boat, the girl turned to
her companion. What is your name, boat
man?" He pulled his cap and answered,
Jeremiah Murphy, num-. well, you be
down there with your boat In half an hour
and I'll engage you to take me for
row. She hurried back to the hotel and
inquired concerning the reliability of Mr..
jeremiah Murphy. The landlord of Roche's
Hotel laughed out heartily when she put
her question and called to his daughter.
DAISY, here's a lady wants to know about
jerry 1t seemed that Jerry was great
favorite around Roche's and Daisy joyfully
accepted the invitation to go along for
row in his boat. So together they hurried
down to the water and found Jerry waiting.
The day was fine and Jerry proved a
genuine Irish entertainer. For every point
they passed. rock or cave or howell, he had
wonderful tale. When persuasion and the
L. he &c
oars and sing old Irish airs. To lover Of
Erin's green isle, 1t was worth the ocean
trip to hear there among the Irish hills,
Jerry sing 1.-The Raj Old Mountain jewel
and Kathleen Mavourneen." On one side
of the lake rose the rough gray mountains.
| on the other the wooded hill; in the air was
the salt of the sea and the pungent odor
of seaweed. Off shoreward an old woman
was wading among the rocks, bending to
gather shellfish; the little red shawl about
her shoulders gave bright touch of color
! to the dull shore. Daisy whispered that the
old woman was the mother Of Jerry's
sweetheart and that their home was just
| over the bluff. The Indianapolis girl was
consumed with a desire to see into one OF
! those little huts that almost seem to grow
| out of the mountains, so like to the rocks
are they in form and color. So she said,
Jerry, is there any place near here where
we could get drink And Jerry lost no
| time in replying that it was the ''fine goats
milk they could get of Maggie over the
bluff. This idea met the approval of his
passengers though to one of them at least
''foine goats milk was untried drink.
Jerry carefully guided his boat among
a
| Then stepping out he pulled up the oars and
| directing each girl to hold to one for bal
ance, he started briskly Off over the broad
stretch of slippery stones, the oars extended
behind him like great arms. The stones
were Shiny with seaweed and the shallow
water swirled about them in dizzying fash
| ion. The girls, clutching each others hands,
and each holding on to an oar swayed and
shrieked and called to their guide that
| they guessed they wouldn't go, but still
scrambled on. In fact if they stopped they
would have been left stranded, for Jerry
went on springing gayly from one rock to
| another and hummng the refrain of "Kath-
leen Mavourneen." AS they passed the old
woman, standing in the water, her skirts
turned up about her, Jerry called out in
the rough Gaelic and she answered In the
same harsh tongue, saying something that,
according to Jerry, meant Maggie was at
home. Encouraged by this, the trio moved
on in the triangular figure until they gained
the bank and Jerry, shouldering his oars.
started off singing "Oh, why art thou
| silent, thou vice of me heart" 1t was
but step over the hill, through a field of
nodding yellow and white daisies till they
| came TO the home OF Maggie-a low stone
of the hill, hut and thatch and hill beaten
| by wind and weather into one undistin-
! guishable gray. All around stretched the
| low mountains, bare except for splotches, of
moss or clusters of purple flowers Jerry
gave a short, rough call of Maggie" and,
with a wink. whispered behind his hand
| that her 'mither and gran mither'' before
| her had been the beauties of GIengariff sec
ton. Without the formality of a knock.
| he pushed open the door and there before a
smoky peat fire, stirring kettle of what
| might have been mush IL it hadn't been SO
dark, was Jerry's Maggie. AS soon as their
| eyes grew a little used to the smoke. the
! girls saw that she was a big, pretty Irish
| girl, with black hair and dark blue eyes.
AT first she hung back with her finger
| In her mouth and TO the indianapolis girl s
| energetic question of What's the matter
/ with herr? Jerry replied, She ha' no
| courage, mum" But soon her bashfulness
| were of and she and Jerry were carrying
on spirited conversation. not a word Of