Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-12-27

the heart out -" Wirra' he's kept the fine
color of him: the point OF a rush would take
a drop OF blood out of his checks. You'll
never see happier day nor this while grass
grows and water runs.
HE was fine. outstanding young man. was
IL Terence, taller than Murtagh handsomer.
lighter his feet. and with klntiling look
where Murtagh's was lowering. As the two
Young men faced each other, Murtagh III his
uniform, Terence in we'll made suit of mod
ern cut. few but would have said that Mrs.
MacAvov would do well to fasten her hope
the elder son. and yet, as the two gaZed
steadily at each other, it was Terence's eyes
that wavered.
At last he put out his hand. You're my
brother vet" he said, "for all you have dis
graced me-
All. shake hands wild him, Murtagh," begged
Mrs. acAvoy, seeing that Murtagh's arms
were still folded 81 for now he's come back
sure YOU take thin crying rags Oft when
ever. You have come to stay. Terence: :. on II
let Murtagl have his hearts wish and go back
Terence coughed doubtfuv. That's to
see" he said: but I've the money in my
pockets. 1t may be will invest here-yes' 1t
may we'll be-"
the grand word. and she tossed her head.
Already she saw herself in silk dress, with
gold chain round her neck. Still the brothers
faced each other when suddenly Sir Patrick
cried:
"MacAvoy, come here!'
THERE'S your master" jeered one of the
neghbors Run and what the Gov
crnment wants. Murtagh!"
Murtagh turned and went down the slope.
and the Others stared at him while he helped
the old man up the steep side OF the hollow
"A stiff climb said Sir Patrick. painting.
Now did understand you to say, MacAvoy.
that this is your cottage? For if so, | can tell
l. 1,,,1-x
He beamed on the assemblage over his spec
tacles Yes, my good people. our friend here
IS like a man in fairy tale. He might as well
have met of your leprechawns tor he has
certainly won pot OF gold. he passed ms
handkerchief over his warm face, and smiled
again. .
Terence stepped forward. "'Tis to myself
your remarks should be addressed, sir. he
said for I'm the eldest son, | believe.
"Oh. indeed; so You own the land:' said
Sir Patrick
Il rent it but It's myself can buy it this
very day. for I've been thinking of investing.
You would do well, my. man. though
doubt if the owners would sell now.
IF YOU have found anything cried Ter
cnce eagerly any of the ovid treasure of our
ancestors. pot of goold now, the neighbors
here would never tell the owners. We could
buy it in"
Now. now, my man, YOU must not be too
credulous," said Sir Patrick pleasantly.
did not mean literally pot of gold: but |
have found pocket of gold; vein, II YOU
understand me. The hollow can be mined.
Remember the vein probably does not go
very deep You know how deceptive Irish
mines are But | should think you were sure
of few hundred pounds after very simple
mining. | should think so indeed
Hurrah'' cried Terence. And now for
the owner
Mrs MacAvov had been looking anxiously
from her sons to Morecn. You II not have
far to look for the owner" she said. lis
Moreen Riley"
Terence's face changed oddly, while the
neiphbors uttered various murmurS of aston
ishncnt and Amusement Then Terence
quickly recovered himself
Sure that gives less trouble, then. he
said for Moreen here and | promised
am ready to keep my word when she is hers,
and the two of us will make the MacAvoy and
Riley families what they were in the ovid days.
The neighbors pressed closer. Here was
something to talk over for months When
ever had match been made like this, so open
and pleasant with them hearing every word
and seeing every look? Moreen drew back.
She glanced at Murtagh's gloomy face" at Mrs.
MacAvoy wrinkling her brows anxiously, at
the eager neighbors, and lastly at Terence
Meaning no disrespect to any here" she
said at length - gurrls hearts what she can't
dispose ot in the open. No, she can't Would
YOU lead them to the goold?" she asked Sir