Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1912-08-23

ever have ma me uiita ff:fnd Shed
Just be ifrie sppendugr Fancy Ens.
land an appeudage. Hc says ireland
has the finest OfrifOr- ana the keenes,
statesmen In Europe ioray. and wha,,
England wants 10 tielif with whom
does she HI her trenches? irisbme,
Of course. ireland has The greepes,
grass and frees The tneSi stones and
lakes. and they've hunting cars. =
don't know jusi exarfly what they are
but ireland has nil there IRE anywsv
J They've a lot Of ereTii urfors sue q
few singers. and tilsTe never was q
sweeter poet than pfe "f theirs. Yow
sfouid hear my father fet-ite Deer
Harp Of sly Country. Hr does II this
/ way"
The angel rose. made IN elaborate
old time bow and. holding np The ban.
tc. recited In ctipring feet and ,neter
with rhythmic swing and a tourr az
brogue:
Dear harp OF nry, country" Cthe an
gel ardentiy ciaSnrd hr banjoJ, I'm
darkness. found thee" ishp held Il nm,
to the light: The cold chaiu OF silence.
had hung Ger thee ioHg ts4he muted
the strings with her rosy paim,; Then
proudly. my own irish harp, IN
bound thee" fShc threw NJ ner bend
and sweep u ringing harmony. And
gave all thy chords 10 light freedom
and song" tshe crashed iuio the notes
OF the accompaniment she had been
playing for Fre,kles,.
That's what yOu want to be think
ing OFF, she cried. "Nrf darkness and
lonesomeness and sadness bet light,
freedom and song can't begin to
think of hand of all the big. splendid
things an IrishmaD has to be proud Of,
but whatever they are they are all
yours and you are a part OF ttiSs
just despise that 'saddest when sing
business. You can sing! Now you go
over there and do it, I'm going to
come down the aisle playing that ac-
and when | stop in front
Of you you singr'
The angels face wore an unusual
flush. Her eyes were flashing. and
she was palpitating with earnestness.
She parted the bushes and disap-
Deared. Freckles, straight as a young
pine and with the tenseness of war
horse seeming battle. stood waiting.
Presently, before be saw she was
here. she was coming down the aisle
oward him. playing compellingly. and
lifts of light were touching her with
GOLDEN glory. Freckles stood as if
ransfxed
The blood rioted in his veins
The cathedral was majestically beau
iful. from arched dome of frescoed
old. green and blue in never ending
hades and harmonies TO the mosaic
isle she trod. richly inlaid in choicest
olors and gigantic pillars that were
iods handiwork fashioned and per-
ected down through ages of sunshine
nd rain. But the fair young face
nd divinely nodded form of the angel
7ere his most perfect work of all.
lever had she looked so surprisingly
eautiful.
She was smiling encouragingly now.
nd as she came toward him she struck
be chords full and strong.
The heart of poor Freckles almost
urst with dull pain and his great
we for her. In his desire to fulfill
er expectations he forgot everything
Sc, and when she reached his initial
lord he was ready. He literally burst
nth:
Three little leaves OF Irish green.
United on one stem.
Love, truth and valor do they mean.
They form magic gem"
The angels eyes widened curiously,
Id her lips fell apart. A heavier col
swept into her cheeks. She had.
tended to arouse him. She had sue
eded with a vengeance. She was.
o young to know that in the effort
rouse a man women frequently kin
e fires that they can neither quench
n control Freckles was looking out
er her head now and singing that
ng as it had never been sung before
r her alone, and instead of her help
g him. as she had intended. be was
frying her with him on the waves
his voice away, away into world
e knew not of. When he struck into
e chorus. wide eyed and painting.
e was swaying toward him ana
iying for dear life to keep up
"Oh. do you love? Oh, say you love.
You love the shamrock green
At the last note Freckles' voice died
'ay and his eyes fastened on the
gers. He had given his best ana
all He fell on his knees and fold
his arms across his breast The
gel. as if magnetized. walked straight
wn the aisle to him and. running her
gers into the crisp masses of his RED
Ir. tilted his head back and laid her
5 on his forehead.
hen she stepped back and faced
n. Good boy!" she said In a voice
t wavered from the throbbing OF
: shaken heart. Dear boy!
Nv you could do It, | knew 1t was
you. Freckles, when you go out
D the world. II you can face great
Hence and sing like that. just once.
! will Toe immortal. and anything 4