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

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dull, grating voice. What was it he told your;
. He said he going to America in your stead
Give him my money! he said with wondering
eyes. Did you think l could? He stole it. and
only this minute did find it out He's thief
that lover of yours!'
No lover of mine!'',. she cried And yet, but
for me- you'd be going Murtaghl' She looked at the
despair in his face and hid her own. " He asked me
to name the day, last night and then found l
couldn't
personal tone Il thought you liked our place"
And l did, and l do; but it just came
me that I'd not have the right to go alone to that
treasure cellar or to run up and down the crest
No, there'd always be Malachy-and couldn't
1t came to me all of sudden l did wrong
to be thinking little of him and much
II of the land, and I'd always be think
nm ing too little of Maachy.''
M Was it true you'd promised yourself to
NV Terence?" he asked, thinking drearily that
m if he could tell the truth of that to his
k\\ mother it would give her food for talk
" ~ for many long day.
NM thought of, and the day all but
MHNS set and then he away. To save
Nm" my pride tried to let the neighbors
\AM think it had been Malachy all along
Anvil = Tell me, she questioned did Ter
>A4A4- steal your money too?"
No., he said dreary, The did
III Mt worse. He stole my pride. He said
III and swore it that put the idea of
going America in his head, and that if
| didn't give him what I'd saved he would
Join the constabulary to it. He
said thati'
The black shame on him. she cried indignantly.
s. How could he have the heart to do it! MacAvoy
in the service of the English! A MacAvoy turning
his hand against his own people! My grief and my
woe!"
He said he wanted to get rich for you, returned
Murtagh slowly. Its you has cost dear.
Moreen Riley: first, Terence, who wanted money
for you; and now Malachy, who won't stay here be-
cause you will have none of him, and has robbed
his own brother to get away. Sure, what woman is
worth it at all?
mot me-" said Moreen humby enough, though
she girl of spirit too Its sorry l am to
have taken the soul out of you, Murtagh MacAvoy:
but what can do?'
Nothing said Murtagh nothing Here must
l stay and stumble these bare stones and look
down the great road that was to have taken me
away. That l have to do forever and forever
Neither of them considered the possibility of his
going after Malachy to demand back the money
Such would result in quarrel on the road.
which would make the theft known to the neigh
bors. They sat in silence while the gray of the
morning changed to blue, and the shim
broke out on the sea that lay at the
foot of the road
Life is lust putting foot be-
!. !: !
fore the other through the years.,
said Moreen, and If there's
~ loaf in the cupboard and a song
&NV in the hearrt and dreams to
g#>M dream, what more does one be
3Z1R afther wanting.
That's womans talk he said
8MkT sourly. Il do mans
: (9fS@ work. in the world to build
NMA1N2yI I'M place for myself, to have goold
RNNvNMM wv and see the world beyond here. l
kWMN8"V can't find my own place here. My
SNNW dreams lie there-and little bit cray
thur like you, that could break with
half hand, has spoiled it all for mel
She pressed her firm lips harshly together. That
milks split" she said. Look yonder. The neigh
bors are beginning to up the great road to
wish YOU God speed. Pull Yourself together and