Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1915-12-22

ing beside a Towering bush in front,
and the pig Comfortably grunting be-
side him., was a cheerful contrast to
the first old hut we passed. where
Michael was born.
AS walked up the cobbled path
bordered with field flowers, Mrs.
OLeary, seeing a visitor, opened the
half door and met me with a smile the
whole German army would have sur
rendered to-. Sure s was glad to see
anyone from "Ameriky." Hadn't she
been there herself once as a girl. and
hadn't she this minute a son and two
daughters there, and wasn't Michael in
"Ameriky" when he was called? Now
Will We have a cup Of tay?"
You've a grand son, Mrs. O'Leary,"
] said. and 1reland's a grand coun-
try"
voice behind me, and Mr.. O'Leary
shook me warmly by the hand. i've
never had q day o. peace in this house
since that by took to earnin' medals.
I'd as soon he'd be on the enemy's
side and not earnin' so many medals"
OF course you're for the other side,
Mr.. O'Leary," laughed. and he an
that, until I heard they were killing
the dead M wounded and then I
turned for England"
AS Mrs. O'Learv busted herself
about the tea himself went to the cup
board on one side of the large, single.
ground room and, taking from its nook
q handsomely lowered cup. blew into
1t Hospitality to make sur it was
dustless and then presented it to me
for my "tay."
1t was wonderful to think this little
cottage would one day be a great
shrine in Ireland. AS we sat before
the open peat fire, with the stir about
hrNhhliny An ito two, 1~1~, -
and the cat at each side, a few homely
saints pictures on the walls, and that
beautiful picture of the mountain twi-
light framed by the open window it
self, through which the donkey's ears
perked. it seemed that all the dignity
evening twilight and the pig struggling
through the hall door together.
"e'y Of Ne Heart"
Yet what poem or play of Yeats or
Lady Gregory, could equal the story Of
this little cabin that had seer four
chlidren leave to go u to America,
with the foot free way O. the young"
leaving the old folks lonely yet re-
signed. with that strange Irish fatal
ism that kept them from murmuring
when Michael, t by Of me heart,''
came back only to go put I'M fight
for a flag which his father had v
spoken OF as Ireland's?
Were you surprised to hear Of
Michaers great honor in receiving the
first Victoria cross and then the RUS
sian and the French Legions OF Hon
orr" l asked Mrs. n'Leary.
w were not MI. O'Leary replied
laconically, while Mrs. O'Leary smiled
as she slipped her tea, and himself APP
plis q more %e,s openly .ha; to his s%aucerful.
killed US" said Mrs. O'Leary without
q glance at himself. II had never n
tilligram before. They had no right
to send me one. me expecting me by
killed every minute"
They had not" said Mr.. O'Leary.
Himself and I were sittin' together
like this evenin' only 1t was mornin'.,
continued Mrs. O'Leary undaunted.
land up m a by on one Of them
bicycle automobiles, and he hands me
the tiIligram. but I dursn't read It.
It's death OF Michael I says. and off
we went to h praste to get him to
break the news to us. We were down
at the second turn Of the mountain
when up comes four more men on
them bicycle automobiles, and thew
says: Gould you direct us to the
For the love Of heaven I says.
as decent a lad az my"
He was that" said Mr.. O'Leary.
And then they says, says they: mrs
sO'Leary, mann. IL you be the mother OF
woman In Ireland"
you are" said Mr.. O'Leary-and
her honest. gentle face shone.
They were writer's on the papers OF
London and they told us all about
Michael and read us about him. too. and
they fell to takin' pictures Of the house
the rooms. ana the church whore
Michael was an altar boy. Then they
took uD back and f0nk afnynA,.r ~ -.