Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-03-28
CHAPTER I-Contiuued
Entered at Stationers Hall.

When Aunt Judy was left alone Will
the stewardess, she asked:
WHO is Lord Athlyne What kind OF
man is he? Where does he live?'
Where does he ve?-Why everywhere
In Athlyne for one, but a lot iy other
places we'll. He was brought lp a,
the castle, where the ould earl always
lived afther he lift parl;amint; and whin
he was a boy he was the widest young
daredevil liver ye seen. FAX, the County
Roscommon itself wasn't big enough foI
him. When he was young man he win,
away shootn' lions and tigers and ele-
plants and crockodiles and such like
Thin he wint into tn army an began tc
settle down. He has a whole lot av diff
ferent houses, and he goes 10 them all be
times. He says that no man has a right
to be an intire absentee landlord-eyen
when he's Twin in his own house"
But what sort of a man is ne person
ally she asked. persistently. The Irish
woman's answer was direct and compre-
hensive:
The bist''
How do YOU know that:
An how do / know il. Amn't / a
Roscommon woman BORN. an wan av
the tinants9 Wouldn't that be enough:
i'il tfiit cHiS tiie DtSlilHlH SoHUTe
wasn't his fostermother. God bless him
Wasn't he like me own child when l tub
MN 10 me breast whin his poor mother
died the day he was BORN. All, Miss
Hayes. there's nothin' ye don't know abou,
the child We have given suck TO. More
betoken, than if he was yer own child
for he might be thinkin' too much of him
an putin the Dist construction on livery
l'tie thing he liver done, just because he
was yer own. Troth / didn't want any
fplltN' about Afhiynp The
that iver woman nursed; the tindhcres;
hearted, wild the wee little hands upon me
face and his rosebud av a mouth putin
up to me for a kiss. An Wit the pride
av him: more'n king on his throne. An
tn Independence. Him wantin' to walk
an run before he was able to shtand. An
ordherin' about the pigs an the gambler
let alone the dog. Shure the masterfulI-
est man-child that liver was, and the mas
terfullest man that is. Sorra wan like
him in the whole wide wurrld,"
You seem to love him very much" said
Miss Hayes with grave approval
In coorse 1 do. An isn't il me owr
boy that was his fosther brother tina,
loves him too. Whin the lard whit on,
10 tight the Doors. Mick wint wild him a
his own body man until he was inyalided
nome Wld a bad knee; an him a coach
man now an dom nothin' but take nj.
wages. And whin he KEEN to Liverpool
10 say goodbye when the Cryptic should
come in tould him 10 take care of his
masther An We don't seq i. we're no
son " mine. nor iv yer poor dead
father. RESI- his sowl. kape betune him
an any bullet that's comm his way
seq. An wid that he laughed out loud
IN me face That's good. mother seq
he. an ~ coorse Id be proud to- but I'd
like to ser eyes the man that'd dan
u come betune Athlyne an n bullet oil
I" prevint him cuttin' slices from aft iy
the Doors wild his big cav-a-lary soord
iie seq. Begob.' he seq 'twould be
worse nor nshtin' tie Doors themselves
To INTERFERE Wild him Whin he's set or
his way. "
That's loyal stock, Hes man. that
son of yours. said Miss Judy. enthusi
astically. forgetting her semi-cynical role
OF old maid In the ardor of the moment
The steWardess. seeing that she had z
good listener went on:
And It's the thoughtful man lie is
He niver writes 10 me. bekase he know.
we'll | can't read. But he sends me fiv.
pounds every Christmas. on me birth.
day he sev me this. Lord love him
Sle took a gold watch from her bosom
and showed IL with pride.
When she dressed Miss HAYES
looked into the library and finding il
empty took down the de Brett" vel
thumbed by American use. Here is what
she saw on looking up ''Athiyne.
ATHLYNE EARL OF FITZGERALD
Calinus Patrick Richard Westerna Har