The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-02-29
THE AGENTS SON.

.u Miss Brenda, and, oh, We must drive in from
I bip house to see it. Ye never saw the likes in
,be world There viii be ropes Of green leaves
oross the roads and colored flowers in every win
Jov and all the girls and boys will have on their
tt clothes. Sure meself will wear the lovely rib
hons We brought me from Dublin. Miss: and sweets
and cakes viii be sold everywhere. Biddy Casey.
+be apple woman, has a new cap for it, and her
eppes are the best in the parish: and we will have
!, dance and plenty of diversion"
But. Moya, you will be tired after haymaking
end getting up so early in the morning to help N
The dairy
"A whist Miss; We know not what we can do as
long as We have some fun. Tom Malone, the fid-
gq viii be there, and my own bouchal (bov)
PADDY and do We think I'd mind work when think
tal that. Sorra a bit, Miss. When | come back.
Tnseep well on the clean wisps of sweet hay that
1put on the floor, for bed | have since the
gptain-bad luck to him-burned them on us. Bat
glory be to God. | don't mind that ] have enough
10 ate and drink as long We are here and, maybe.
some day III see America. Sure I'd never be so
poor if We and your father lived at the Manor but
the agent. Captain Wells, he took everything from
u.s. Thorn in Dial (the devil take him)-excuse
me- Miss. for swearin'."
"Oh, Nova. you mustn't speak like that He is
not kind man, but he has his good ponts-onIy
he doesn't understand us Irish"
well, maybe your ladyship's right Miss
wouldn't be in England now"
why. Moya?"
Because, Miss someone here would have done
for him and his wicked ways. When the captain
came to the cabin one winters day where's the
rint B.! said he Divil know, Sir says l. savin'
YOUR presence, Miss. We have nothing but the
clothes stand in. and the beds we sleep IN says
L and only for the Soggarth, God bless him, we'd
save'
"'1be S0pparth he damned saws he
Damn yourself says l. He's a gintleman,
and holy And what are ye2 What about
the sodger who flogged We out in Inja Sure every
mn the barony knows about We, from ould Kavey,
yer orderly, who bears the mark of your whip on
siace yet
well, ye viii go to the workhouse says he
I'D have no priest keeping paupers on nv land
Your land says | Sure it belongs to re-
spectacle gentleman, and none of yer upstarts says
Oh, Moya, I'm sorry you spoke like that. Don't
you see you were only injuring yourself! Papa
am sure, would be angry with you too"
But it's Gods own truth, Miss Brenda. Well
he ordered his men to drag me poor father out of
the cabin. and leave him on the road. Sure the
snow was feet deep-and he was paralyzed for the
last year And thin before | could do anything
they fire to the cabin and me two feather beds
that belonged to me grandmother were all ablaze.
Come to me this evenin,' says he, and III give
ye tickets for the workhouse'
That night me father died from cold and
weakness. Sure he was in that bed for four years.
when he pulled out and left there in the snow
Tor hours to die for all the other cabins burn
ed the week afore, and the nearest neighbors were
tn Quiltys
81 was with sorrow and trouble, Miss, and with
never soul to help me, till gossoon ran for the
priest. 1t took the boy a couple of hours to get
mere, and then Father White came rdin' back as
last as his horse would carry him. He prepared me
lather for death, and then took off his coat
and wrapped it round him, and lifted him on his
horse and tore his waistcoat in wide strips to tie
heather Then he started to lead the horse to-
wards home holding me ould darlint with the other
When they came to his References house, he
vas put to bed. and given hot milk and whisky to
warm him; and Father White got the doctor-but
twas no use. He died. the doctor said of exposure.
Twas wild | was.
Now, says the Soggarth, Moya, forgive yer
enemies and don't talk Of revenge. Yer father for
gave the captain, and We will, too says he.
Never, your Reverence, never, says l. To
1roW my father out in the snow. and burn all we
laa In the cabin-Pll never forgive him, Sir-don't
ask me-
~ will not ask ye,' says he. only look at Our
Dressed Lady. Did she cry to God to punish the
murderers of her SOM No. she prayed that they
sMch were greater than any other human beings.
ana She was the sorrowing Mother of God Won't
,,J forgive and pray like she did! Shame on We,
Nova says he shame on .ye.'
: Give me time, Father says /. III try. But
! can do il now; for don't you know that the Irish
Jury.
but I'll try to phase ye, SIR said l.
We'll. Miss Brenda his Reverence got me my
I sT place-the best he could, God bless him.
us NOT much, said he, but when Miss Brenda and
erd Francis come back they will do something for
Il Tor wasn't your mother foster-mother to Miss
brenda" No haven't forgiven the Captain Miss
anu ~ ateard ! never viii"
a.; but Nova, he told us that when his boy lay
Of fever you the only girl in the parish
fr "a. would attend to him until the nurses came
t. "hsha. Miss. do ye think I'd visit the Cap
No. a.D dolngs on the purity boy What did he do to
~ dJ all, at all Sure he'd only have the nurses