New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-07-03

mo back here to live wild you
HHe IS. he is. and Ill have to lave the
Mace and all to him: but, Thady, twas your
love for me made you so attentive. ana not
the thought of my property
at was he said sulkily.
"And you'll be well enough OIL marrying
Sheelagh, if you get little work 10 90. p a.
I'm sorry you asked her now' you 'o''''
betther nor her.
a know: but that was when l thought
the two places would join is TOO oad L ion
YOU to be throwing yourself away OH ile,'
but It's myself will be glad OF 1t, Tor you can "a.
helm me a good bit. living Just across tlie
road Moeue. being sick, Will take 9oou
bit of waiting on from me and you Dotn.
She chartered on innocently ant1clPa11hg
all his questions, telling HIM tnat she na'
sent Mogue's letter on to Lord Eoiii, t'i
which was a liberty; but then the Ear ns'o
heen very proud to have MOgue IN ms cav
a1ru and world no doubt welcome HIM PACK
and perhaps do something for him. one toli
the probable date of her grandson II, TetuIh'
and poured flood of her plans upon hduy'
until at last. when they reached croSSroatu'
he said hoarsely that he must leave her' ior
ho bad come business to attend to IN the
village.
THE old woman watched him OFT with
L Duckered smile and then went on up tiie
road now and then taking little dancing
stem with her stick Presently she came
across Michael. moving heavily over one Oh
the beloved paths he was so soon to leave
forever She looked at him and said:
sWell. YOU do turn the soureSt face TO
good lucki You'd think you'd had loss
Il have he said.
You don't name Maggie wont have
you?" she screamed.
Sure she will. What else could she do
when | asked herr" he said simply But
It's loss to have to go back to America when
nv heart is here in Cloonagh.
Mrs. Mulvaney sat down by the roadside
and thought hard and quickly. All, well,
she said, Il wish wild all my hearrt you
hadn't been so keen on marrying Maggie
IF YOU had had little patience this morn
ing. | could have pointed it out to you
He stared at her, his jaw falling IN Devil
derment.
But maybe can help you yet, went on
Mrs. Mulvaney. why do you go to Amer
lea, you poor omadhaun? Why don't you
sell the place there?"
Il never heard of selling land left you
cried Michael.
There's many thought never roasted in
your mind" Mrs. Mulvaney assured him.
Now you say TO Maggie TINS very uay' you
say to her that you We decided to part Wild
the farm, and her and you'll live on here.
Stick to it, no matther what she says; stick
to it,
But where would we live here?' asked
Michael, somehow slow hope struggling
into his heart. - If only | could get Our old
place
You needn't be telling her where. l
think YOUR re too grand now for the old Mon
Afghan place; but maybe | could get Shee-
lagh to rent it to you and take her to live wild
me. But don't be saying all that to Maggie.
You II have throuble enough to say and stick
to it that she can't go to America. Don't let
the grass grow under your feet, Michael.
Tell her now! Get it over"
Il will he cried And may you live to
ate the hen that scratches over your grave.
Mrs. Mulvaney, but you've taken the load
off me! I've no doubt | can make Maggie
see it my way; she's the sensible gurrl.
VIII YOU be walking on wild meo
mo, no; III be resting here a bit still.
said the old woman. Don't wait for me.