The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-09-17

he had brought away impression solitudes
mountains, boglands bronze and PURPLE black mountain
lakes and here and there white cottage perched amid the
boulders.
Clean honest industrious folk those tenants of the
city company; and John Adair had experienced such
awakening OF the conscience he might have done pow
erty had worn less winning aspect. He had admired
everything he from the mountains the straight,
dgnifed peasants and had been vaguely proud and
pleased to find his remote family with
countryside commemorated in the beautiful gorge which
called Glen Adair Then he had promptly forgotten
with the country his fathers adopted he had
gotten the little drop Of Irish blood his VEINS
remembered only when it brought to his mind by
such an accident as Pat Donovan when he required
Ployment at the docks, applying to the chairman to
walked over the side of the DOCKS and the matter Of al
lowing his widow and children use the house had
been mentioned at board meeting It Mr.. Adar's
fat that had settled the matter his fellow
tors were concerned; but the momentary kindness of
feeling which had prompted his intervention had not
crowded with more important things -.
Not 80 with Susy Donovan. She had heard Of that
merciful word of the chairman word
one throws to dog and had repaid it by an intense
10 and ma She + had taught her chill
benefaetors; and where all the ock-drectors
membered, his had significance and prominence
all it's On that little drop of Irish blood wander
ing among many English in John Adar's veins, his
trywoman had built fabric which would have amazed
the rich man if he could have known it. Not only his
careless kindness to the Donovans ascrbed him
thing deliberate; but he the cornerstone in that
magnificent
salem heaped Of the stormy sunset clouds in her native
country. .--.-. ....--- H.. ~
Little Pat was growing very knowing by this time,
and sharer in all his mother IS thoughts in nearly
all of them. After the prayers had been said and the
children tucked in bed Pat and his mother, sitting
the embers free to build their castles in Spain
Pat imaginative child and liked to evoke many
situations in which he should render
ice to the great man, such exnguishing fire in the
docks or saving him from being " drownded' or
dered arrestng the flight of his carriage horses
something else equally probable ,.s<s--#
in he
fhe'd say to AN what raycompince would ye be
afther Donovan, for the noble deed ye have
performed?' An I'd up an say to him. Mr. Adair, sir
ye re kindly welcome More nor you but
if might make bowd to ak it, send mother an me
land an cottage An thin be he d say Pat Dono
van boy right you IT'S little enough for savn
from the assassin g knife or whatever it might
Pat you see had proted by the somewhat lurid serial
literature of his weekly paper -~.r- g.. - ..-
Then susy would smile and sigh as answered him:
sure it would be grand only little boys too little
to be dom, them fine thingsn
ther might getn hurt in the docks he d be,
thin slippin' his leg most likely an he havn to be
carried in you to be minded an giving him the
fine nusin that 'ud say, 'Mr. Adar sir, tits
OWN your life to the fine tratement you've had
stsure, ia like to be doin it him, Pat without
raycompince,'' Susy would say: ..
Then Pat who considered himself already quite man
of the world would his mother that little bene
faction like that would be "no more nor ayblte to
Adair position and that it would be IAN aise
Then Susy would go off at Pats request into de-
tailed description Affair." tho Pat knew word
by heart and had only to look into the embers or to
shut his eyes in order to see it all
There never anything more beautiful in faryland
than that glen deep the lined with s1-
chatering and singing down its sides TIL they
emptied themselves into little river golden clear
waterfall on the provocaton, revealing here and
there amid the fecks Of foam silver fin going down
stream The singing Of thrushes and the singing of
streams in the air day. and nothing hurtful to
soul or body than the blackfaced mountain sheep with
their friskng lambs few habtatons white, among
the birches Far below in the little town to which the
glen precpitous descent the tiny church whose
SAngelus" bell reminded the gendweers OF God three
times daily: as tho they needed such reminder!
Go be continued)