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


q partner In ten years he was rich
man. At the end Of five-and twenty
years he was a millionaire, controlling
trusts and corporations and carrying
out great combines.
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
I As years Of age he returned to ELAN.
He was then changed man, with a
hard tongue a 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 a 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 it.
| 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 braggart's mort
cages, turned him out of the Big
House, and took up his own abode in
| 1t.
Twelve months later he made
amends, after his own manner, by
/ marrying one of the Captains daugh-
| ters 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
I 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. l 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 signlfi-
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 chit
gray house the Stars and Stripes OF
his once adopted country stitched &c
the flag of his native island. He had
talked less than "Neale the Lord,
but he had Thought 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 a
| 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 magnif-
cent schemes for it. BY push, en-
ergy and enterprise he would gal.
vanize the island into life, build ho-
tells, theaters, casinos, drinking halls
and dancing palaces, lay out race
courses, construct electric railway,
to the tops of the mountains and 9th.
erwise transform the place into 2
holiday resort for the people of tht
United Kingdom.
Welt Just sail in and make thi.
old island hum he said. and mum
Der of his neighbors, nothing loath Il
be made rich by magic-advocat
bankers and insular councillors
joined hands with him in his adven-
turous schemes
/ Blu hardly had he begun when Z