Norwich bulletin., 1913-03-22

1 (Written Specially for The Bulletin.) They were tourists, my hero and l heroine, and they met each other in Ireland. Jack Dundon was an ardent
 lover of old ireland. though himself
 born and bred in America. His pa 1 rents had come to this country in the 1 earriy years of their marriage, bring ] with them the father of the bride, and l the oft-repeated stories of the old grandfather had been the chief joy of little Jack, as he listened by the hour to tales in praise of the old gentle mans native land, and from boyhood ] Jack had resolved to visit Ireland at his first opportunity and now he was there an enthusiastic admirer of all he saw finding it even more delight ful than his grandfather had led him to expect.
 Mary Sheridan was the lady of my story, secretly as much in love as Jack with all she saw in Ireland, but. with the perversity of many girls or her age. unwillingly to admit that anything could outdo her own home in New England. Her name however, led one to the conclusion that some
 wee drop of Irish blood ran through
 her veins, as did also the delightful
 com bination of jet black hair and
 bright blue eyes to which was added
 her keen wit and ready tongue. She, accompanied by her parents was talk
 ing jaunt through Ireland
 Dundon was staying at the same hotel in Dublin at which they made their home while in that city Poss1- bly, Mary's charms had something to do do with his readiness to guide them to library and museum, to public buildings and bridges, and statues Of
 famous men. These interested the older man more than the parks or the beautiful bay of Dublin, so that caSionalIy leaving him absorbed in ferreting out some fact of ancient h1s- tory or item of political interest, the younger ones of the party would wan q in aroh of etf h in the~ vicinity. The many statues were interesting to all the party. Of course they looked up O'Connelfs first of all, for that name comes into the mind of every one who thinks of Ireland's great men. On his monu- ment they found the four words which indicate his life-work. "Eloquence Courage. Fidelity, and Patriotism and told the same words held good in the case of Wendell Phillips, Boston's idol. She was somewhat chagrined to find that he had taken pattern from 8. coincidence, an added proof that great minds think alike. A statue erected in honor of Grey seemed to amuse Jack who, though familiar with Father Matthew's great work, did not know that Grey established system for supplying pure water for the city. They needed it badly he thought, to judge from the stories he heard of the
 
 stunned.
 They happened to be in Dublin on St. Patricks day and naturally enough spent their time in seeing much that was done in honor of the man, whom all the Euglish-sp speaking world hon. ors nowadays. protestant and other wise, English. Scotch, or Irish, all lay claim to the man whose career was devoted to the uplifting of his race, especially in Ireland. Jack claimed him as a compatriot. Mary said he was not Irish because Scotland was his native land, and that she had more claim on him for her mother was of Scotch descent They visited St. Pat rick's Cathedral where Jack had his little turn of disappointment, when Mary again triumphed by reminding him that 1t was a Protestant Cathed- ra1.
 Well, he was a good Catholic at all events" protested Jack, and had the making of thousands of the same faith" Jack bought shamrocks for the entire party thankfully accepted