Norwich bulletin., 1913-03-22
SHAMROCK AND CLOVER

I by all except Mary, who declared that New England sorrell was the same thing only it tasted better, and, at any rate. the dictionaries all said it was clover, and she would rather have a bunch of red clover than all the shamrocks that could be bought in Dublin. She carefully cherished her shamrock. however, and years after ward it was found neatly fastened in her book of Irish souvenirs. Mrs Sheridan was not in their com pany much in Dublin for she had proved a poorer sailor than the rest, and was compelled to remain quiet for a time to enable her to join the tourists in their further journeyings through the islands. What delight they found in the Lakes of Killarney and the beautiful falls in that section! How were they charmed with the glimpses of cottage life afforded them wheel in frequent view. Just like one we have at home in Boston," said Mary with a pert toss of her head Mrs. Sheridan could not resist the bits of lace offered for sale among the cot tagers, though her wilful daughter in sisted that it could be bought at home and be much cleaner. Mary was com pelled to admit the beauty of the many Irish crosses which they saw on their way, and her father revelled in searching out heather relics and fairy rings, and the curious rock formation of the Giant Causeway. Mary was ne
 
 donkeys they met ons their way, and the jaunting cars were a source of great fun. She claimed that 1t was much more sociable to sit side by side in a buggy as they did in Boston, but that there were some people whom it was just well to turn ones back upon.
 Everything, even the bogs were a pleasure to Jack, whose grandfather had told him many stories of all these things, but poor Jack by this time had reached a point where every day spent in Mary's company. was happiness enough for him, and he dreaded the end of the journey which would part them.
 The end came. however, when Jack must return to his western home, while the Sheridans were to continue their travels into Scotland and after ward spend some time in England be- fore turning their faces toward home The last evening before parting, the group. reviewed the wanderings to- gether, and Jack waxed so eloquent over the pleasure he had derived from their company that Mary averred he must have kissed the blarney stone, though when, she was at a loss to de- termine.
 Good bye was said with hopes of meeting on this side of the ocean, a meeting Jack silently vowed would not be long delayed.
 Mary seemed strangely silent for the rest of the journey. Nothing in Scot land pleased her so much as had the Emerald Isle, and though England re- vived her dropping spirits somewhat, I imagine it was that she now felt her steps were homeward bound.
 True to his determination, Jack was in Boston ready to receive them, and so convincing were his arguments that in spite of all differences of opinion he succeeded in obtaining from Mary her promise to a union of the advocates of shamrock and clover, and before long Mrs. Jack Dundon was reckoned among the brightest of her circle of friends in her western home. She still claimed that red New England clover was superior to Irish shamrock. Jack laughingly asserted in reply, You know, Mary my dear. that the sham rock won the prize, after all.
 AN IDLER.