The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1907-06-20
ALIEN KENNAG H
"Why. its AlIeenr'

so far. and ILI SO tired! Aren't you
glad TO see me? Won't you give me
drink Of water:'
And she sank down, weary ana eN'
hnustad. Oh one Of the rustic seats
close to the cOlOnnaded porch.
You mustn't sit there, said Mark |
hurrledly. You must go round to the
servants door. I-l-of course I'm glad |
to see you, Aileeu-as an old neighDor
of course on the other side of the wa
ter. Lucilla." to gayly dressed lady'S
maid. this is Aileen kemagh. from
nv county at home. viii you get her
a glass of water?
Something In the tone in which ne
spoke to the pretty Lucilla made Alleeh
look quickly up.
"Of course any friend Of yours, Mark
we'll do our best TO make comfortable
Come along. Miss Kennagh"
"All | want is a glass Of cold water
said Aileen, visibly shrinking. land Just
to speak one word to Mark"
"I-Tm busy Just ut present" began
Lenhum hesitatingly, "but"-
Ailcen turned away with chill al
her warm Irish heart.
Its not myself will be troubling you
then" she said. Il can get drink at
any wayside spring"
And she went away hoping yet rear
ing t. be called back by Mark Len
ham before she had passed the great
iron gates Of the gardens at Eyre Hail.
But Mark never spoke. 1t would be
more awk ward than he liked to CON
template being called to account by the
old love while the new In the spruce
person of Miss I.ucilla Jones stood by.
And. besides, what could he do to help
Aileea? What though they wanted a
nursemaid at Eyre Hall: He would
not like to recommend a green girl like
Aileen.
Meanwhile poor Aileen, weary, dusty
and heartsick. had paused at spring
in the woods just beyond the gates OF
Eyre IiaIl to slake her parching thirst
As she was about to rise--she had
drunk, scOoping up the crystal drops
with the palm of her brown, shapely
hand-a voice from the wooded clin
overhead arrested her movements.
stop Just minute, please. You
are the very figure | want to light up
the gloom Of my landscape-just one
| minute"
Aileen smiled and stood still, and she
saw that the gentleman artist above
had a little child in a black velvet
blouse playing around him.
But even as she looked the little
sprite leaned one degree too far over
the almost perpendicular rock and lost
its balance She sprang forward with
a cry, but too late.
Little Herbert Eyre lay in a senseless
heap on the soft grass close to the
brook edge, one plump white arm dou-
bled under him and broken.
"Is he dead?"
Mr.. Eyre stood pale and terror strick-
en- beside the little creature as Aileen
lifted him tenderly to her lap and
sprinkled cold drops on his marble
forehead.
"No, sir, please God, but he's badly
hurt, I'm afraid. Let me carry him
It'll only torture him to be changed
from one to another, and I'm strong
Is it far away from where you live"
mo. You can see the chimney tops
from here. 1t Is Eyre Hall. | am Mr.
Eyre"
And so, carrying the little heir of al
those broad lands in her arms, AileeI
Kennagh once more entered the do
mains whose dust she had shaken OF
her feet but brief while ago withou
deigning glance at Mark Lenham
who CHANGED to be the one to lie
them in.
Little BERTHE chung to Aileen's necl
and would not leave her, and he la!
in her lap during the whole tedious
process of setting the arm.
81 like you" said he, his baby brow
contracted with pain. "Who Is ou'
name"
"Aileen."
And SO at Mr.. Erye's earnest en-
treaty Aileen staid.
And SO even after the little broker
arm was we'll again.
Mark Lenham met her one afternoo
walking up from the woods when sh
had been about three months at Eyr
Hall. How pretty she looked with he
dark eyes and rose red cheeks! Lucill
Jones had Just thrown him over l
favor of the new cOachman. H
thought remorsefully Of the old a
tachment in Ireland and decided h
couldn't do better than to give Alice
crumb of hope once more.
"AIleen," he said conciliatingly. stel
ping into her pathway as she wa
hurrying by.
"What Is 1t, Mark|
you're always In such hurr.
= Aileen. Can't you stop and speak to
I fellOwT"
"Is it anything particular, MarkT
"Yes, it Is particular, Aileen. Yo
see, I-why can't it be between US ju
as it used? Why can't you he n
j. sweetheart again. Alleen?"
zone reason is" answered Alice
q composedly, that l have long cease
d to care for you, Mark Lehman. I'll
e other is that | am engaged to be ma
8 Fied."
"You, Aileen"
q "Yes, !. Why nOtT"
"Who is 1t to?" wrathfully deman
ed Mark.
ITO Mr.. Eyre"
), And so AileeR passed on, smiliI
v quietly to herself at Marks face
y thupderstruck dismay,
For little Bertie's fOndness for Il
sweet young rose of Ireland had som
how infected his father, and Aile'