Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

a partner. In ten years he was a rich
man. At the end of five and twenty
years he was a millionaire. controlling
trusts and corporations and carrying
out great combines.
l once heard him say that the mon
ey tumbled into his chest like crushed
oats out of crown shaft, but what
happened at last was never fully eX
planned TO me. Something | heard of
collision with the law and of a
forced assignment of his interests. All
that is material to my story is that at
| as years of age he returned to ELAN.
He was then a changed man, with a
hard tongue, stern mouth and a
masterful lift of the eyebrows. His
passion for wealth had left its mark
upon him, but the whole island went
down before his face like flood, and
the people who had made game of his
father came crawling to his feet like
cockroaches.
The first thing he did on coming
home was to buy up his mothers
croft, rethatch the old house. and put
III a poor person to take care of 1t.
Guess it may come in handy some
day." he said.
His next act was worthy of the son
of "Neale the Lord" Finding Cap
tain O'Neil had fallen deeply into debt,
he bought up the braggarts mort
cages, turned him out of the Big
House, and took up his own abode in
It,
Twelve months later he made
amends. after his own manner, by
marrying one of the Captains daugh-
tiers. There were two of them. Isa-
bel, the elder, was a gentle and beau
tiful girl, very delicate, very timid,
and most sweet when most submits
sive, like the woodland herbs which
give out their sweetest fragrance
when they are trodden on and crush
ed. Bridget, the younger, was rather
homely, rather common. proud of her
strength Of mind and will.
Married Elder Sister.
To the deep chagrin of the young ar
sister, my father selected the elder
one. | have never heard that my
mothers wishes were consulted. Her
father and my father dealt with the
marriage as a question of business,
and that was an end OF the matter
On the wedding day my father did
two things that were highly signif1-
cant. He signed the parish register
in the name of Daniel O'Neill by right
Of Letters Patent; and on taking his
bride back to her early home he
hoist over the tower of his chill
gray house the Stars and Stripes of
his once adopted country stitched 20
the flag of his native island. He had
talked less than "Neale the Lord"
but he had Shought and acted more.
Two years passed without Off
spring, and my father made no dis
guise of his disappointment, which
almost amounted to disgust. Hith-
erto he had occupied himself with
improvements in his house and es-
tate, but now his restless energies
required a wider field. and he began
to look about him. ELAN was then
primitive place, and its inhabitants,
half landsmen, half seamen, were a
simple pious race living in a sweet
poverty which rarely descended into
want. But my father had magnifi-
cent schemes for It, BY push, en-
ergy and enterprise he would gal
vanize the island into life, build no.
tells, theaters, casinos, drinking halls
and dancing palaces, lay out race
courses. construct electric railways
to the tops of the mountains and 9TH
erwise transform the place into a
holiday resort for the people OF the
Unified Kingdom.
"Well just sail in and make this
old island hum he said, and a num-
Der of his neighbors, nothing loath TO
be made rich by magic-advocates
bankers and insular councillors
Joined hands with him in his adven-
turous schemes.
But hardly had he begun when a