Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-11

| band would be one OF them; but he
| was not, and the first words spoken
| to my father were
| His lordship's apologies, sir. He
| has an engagement to-day, but hopes
| to see you at your own house to-
morrow morning"
| ! recognized the speaker as the
| guardian (grown grayer and even less
| prepossessing) who had crossed with
| the young Lord Raa when he wa go
| ing up to oxford; and his companions
| we're a smooth faced man with
searching eyes who was introduced as
his lordship's solicitor from London, a
| MIR. Murphy, whom ! knew to be my
! fathers advocate, and my dear old
| Father Dan.
! was surprised to find Father Dan
a smaller man than l had thought
him, very plain and provincial. a little
| country parish priest. but he had the
| tender smile ! always remembered,
and the sweet Irish roll of the vowels
that / could never forget.
God bless you" he said. How
well you're looking! And how Ike
your mother, Lord rest her SOUL
knew the Blessed Virgin would take
/ N1it VI Nous anu cil' mas, 'lit mas.
| Three cOnveyanccs were waiting for
| us-a grand brougham for the Bishop.
a big motor car for the guardian and
! the London lawyer and still big
| ger one for ourselves.
We'll, s'lonE until tomorrow then, "
cried my father, getting up into the
| front row Of his own car, with the
advocate beside him and Father Dan
and myself behind
A Priest S Affection.
on the way home Father Dan
talked OF the business that had
| brought ne back, saying | was not to
think too much OF anything he might
| have said OF Lord Raa in his letters.
seeing that he had spoken from hear
say. and the world was so censorious
and then there was no measuring
| the miraculous influence that might
| be exercised by good woman.
He said this with a certain con-
straint, and was moro al ease when
he spoke of the Joy that ought to
| come into a girls life at her mar
riage her first love, her first love
letter, her wedding day and her first
| baby, all the sweet and wonderful
| things of a new existence. which Il
man could never know
Even an old priest may see that"
he said, with laugh and pat Of nay
! hand.
We dropped Mr. Curphy at his
| house in Holmtown and then my Ia
| Their sat with us AT the back, and
| talked with tremendous energy Of
what he had done, Of what he was
going to do. and Of all the splendors
| that were before me.
Youn be the big woman OF the is
| 10 ~ Ar q
son dare say boo to you"
| noticed that in his excitement his
tongue, dropping the suggestion of his
adopted country, reverted to the ra'y
speech of his native soil; and l had a
sense of being with him before | was
born. when he returned home from
America with millions Of dollars at
his back. and the people who had
made game of his father went down
before his face like a flood.
Such of them as had not done so
| then (being of the "aristoCracy' of
the island and remembering the hum
BILE stock he came from) were to do
SO now, for IN the second generation,
and by means of his daughters mar
riage, he was going to triumph over
them all.
Wen beat 'em gell My cough,
yes, Wen beat emf" he cried. with a
| fash of his black eyes and master
full lift of his eyebrows.
As we ran by the mansions of the
great people of ELAN, he pointed
them out to me with fling of the
arm and spoke of the families in a
tone Of contempt.
See that? That's Christian OF
Ralla Christian. The man snubbcd
me six months ago. He'll know BET
ter six months to come.
! That's Eyreton. His missus was too
big to call on your mother--shell call
on you. though. you go bail. See yon-
der big towers in the trees? That's
| Folksdale, where the Farragans live.
| The daughters have been walking
over the world like peacocks, but
they'll crawl on 1t like cockroaches.
- Hulloh, here's ould Balgean Of
Eagle Hin, in his grand carriage with
his English Coachman. See
that, though? See him doff his hat 10
you. the ould hypocrite? He knows
something. He's got an inkling
Things travel Wen geat 'em, gel
We'll beat EN-! They'll be round us
like bees about a honeypot.'
It was impossible no. to catch the
contagion of my fathers triumphant
spirits, and in my different way
found myself tlngling with delight as
| recognized the scenes dSSOCldtt j
with my childhood-the village. the
bridge, the lane to Sunny Lodge and
Murphy's Mouth, and the trees thai
bordered our drive.
Nearly everything looked smaller
or narrower or lower than | hac
thought. but had forgotten how
lovely they all were living so snugly
under the hill and with the sea II
front OF them
Our house alone when we drove w
to II seemed larger than | had ok
pected. but my father explained TINS
by saying:
improvements, gel, I'll show YOU
} over tomorrow morning"
Aunt Bridget (white- headed nov
and wearing spectacles and a Whit
capl, Betsy Beauty (grown tall an'
round, with a kind OF country cornell
ness) and Messy Macleod Qookini
/ like premature old maid who wa
doing her best to be a Crib wer'
waiting at the open porch when on
car drew up, and they received M
with surprising cordially.
Here she Is at last" said Aun