Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-07-11

voice told him Of what she sang.
He listened like one entranced, and
Naude paused also in the midst of her
argument, lightly humming the refrain
20 herself.
/ would I were on yonder hill.
lis there I'd sit an cry my NIL;
An every tear would turn a mill,
Is 90 de tn mo muirnin Sian.
"Who is it," whispered the signor,
breathessly, as she paused for moment.
Maude shook her head, then they were
silent again, as the girls voice broke into
the refrain with its mournful-
Shule, shule, shule aroon.
All my JOY is turned to wee;
The lad of my heart from me is gone,
Is go de III mo muirnin Sian.
81 must find out who she ISL cried
the signor, and he scrambled down the
side of the boreen like any schoolboy,
followed more slowly by the astonished
Maude.
a girl was sitting there alone, perched
on a big stone beside the little brook
that gurgled through the bottom of the
lane, her hands busy with her knitting,
and her eyes-pretty dark blue eyes put
in with a smutty fingered with the
tears that she had been shedding while
she knitted and sang.
Kathleen Neville!" was Maude's ex-
clamation, as she caught sight of the
woebegone figure; but the signor paused
for no introduction.
you are in trouble. my dear" he said,
in his most fatherly manner, patting the
girls shoulder as he spoke. Can help
your
Kathleen looked up in startled sur
prise, but on catching sight of Miss
Maude she was treasured.
lis nothing you could help me in,
thank you, sir" she answered shyly.
But at least sing to me again" said
the signor, imploringly. That is what
want to hear-your voice, my child"
Eyes, do sing again, Kathleen" put in
Maude. "Pd no idea you had voice
like that"
Sure It's nothing, Miss Maude," said
the girl in great confusion. Il only do
it when I'm by myself, an feel lonely;
'tisn't good enough for the quality to
hear. Besides, l don't know any grand
songs like they sing at the school con-
certs, only little things the country folk
about here sing"
But it is those would heart" inter
rupted the signor. what do | want
with your new sentimental rubbish Sing
to me of your lovely folk songs-your
own Irish arias. Oh, do not be afraid TO
begin. and l viii give you a whole gold
pound to buy yourself pretty things
with"
Sure, l wouldn't sing for money, siri''
began Kathleen, proudly; but Maude
whispered to her, "Sing, kathy, there's a
good girl, or he'll be getting angry"
Rather apprehensively, thereupon
Kathleen began to sing another of the
country airs, as sweet and as sad as the
first one, and then, as the signor still
clamored for more, she sang THE Wear
in o the Green" with a spirit that
showed that she was not wholly given
over to heart broken love-ditties.
1T is gloriousi" cried the signor, as
she flushed. ASK her TO come up to the
house tonight" he whispered to Maude ;
and it was therefore arranged that Kath-
leen should present herself at the major 5
house at O'clock punctually that even
ing, and allow Miss Maude to try her
voice with the piano.
Then, as the signor turned away,
Maude bent over her kindly, and asked /:
won YOU Ctll ulG WHaC Is the mat
ter, Kathy?"
Miss Maude had always been favor
tie with the country people about Bal
linahow and Cookstown, and Kathleen
had worshiped her in her childhood; be-
sides, she was longing intensely for a
confdante, and it was not long before
the elder girl had extracted IRON her the
whole story of her love for Denis.
"An' he said he loved me too, miss. oh.
so much, an he wrote it too at first; but
now he's forgotten me entirely, an I've
not had letter from him for weeks an
weeks. The last few had were so cold.
too, it was almost worse than not get
ting them at all. Oh, my hearts broken
with him, miss! II never, never be
happy again"
TO BE CONTINUED.