Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1921-03-18
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8 3 A FiRESIDE TALE &
BY JENNIE LITTLE.

A""'l"r story. cnld GEAR: >u~. tx
"N"r!.Avu Hn" tie ruuzi GrIlu'~ MY
FUND W.U h". with >u,h "a u..,.u4.
Well. then. com" with imr q! AZ. eye
Ming that ] haNc u min! To- "a Grand
""n'"2t hall in the city \ Nu.,lcr-
iul prima donna. ia" idol "c her audi.
'ht"S IN tW" continents. has COME uI,-
a." tn" stag" for her last nuuh.r. As
she stands wnitin: for the applause To
die away. something that She reads
III the waves 81 urturlcd faces moves
her TO sudden impulse. and with a
tender lit'l" smile, instead "f the elias.
Steal selection on the program. her
N"ic" second only IN sweetness To the
angels fills the vast room with:
There's a pretty spot in Ireland.
always claim for my land"
III one OF the boxes sat two Of the
earth'S prosperous, ana like a lightning:
artist, the mans mind flashed rictur,.
after picture on his mcinory's screen.
In farawny County Clare ne SAW Il
young gossoon full to the brim Of the
Sheer JOY Of living. The Scotch would
call him lad q parts. the English "A
topping chap. hut I'll declare in YOU
'nat ne was just regular broth OF II
boy. Every old granny in the village.
ana clear down Ia every lass thought
the sun had its rising and setting In
his merry charm. but only Eileen Nc.
Donagh had mortgage on his affcc-
tlons. All. but she, WAS the winSulur
colleen. and the likes of her WIS not
to be found in II days travel
Then an incl. in America sen,
money for his passage. with tales OF
success that set the lad wild to 20.
Eileen must stay with her old folks.
but when he had Il good start, then lie
would send for her, AMI together they
; would conquer this fine now country.
Ny heart goes back there daily.
TO the Girl left behind me.
When We kissed and said goud-hy"
All yes. 1T first twas ~. Iuck and
, pluck We're with him, and his foo:hoid
grew firlncr and stronger ami some
how In the struggle. I;ilcrn drifted
further int" the background Of his
thoughts. I'll" old bodies went one
by one. and The black SORROW .: lone.
| illness WAS almost more than Slr c,,IiG
abide, but never did her sweetheart
grow bitter or complaining il is
wcaryn@ for him. Faithful and tr,.,.
she was L" her roth with Tc.cncc
rNeill
"Whcre dear old Shannon's Rowing.
Nhcrc The thrcc.icHvcd Shamrock
grows.
Where my heart is am going
7" my little Irish Rose.
And the moment that | NEE, hcr.
With Il hug and kiss III greet her"
Hoilscirncc woke NJ entirely. and
Shilla!"l! stroke WAS gentle compared
10 the pain She gave him For In
these latest months Of his prosperity
he had decided TINT only Il hiph-born,
cultured American woman could rule
his home AMI help 10 find new fields
for his never satisfied ambitions. and,
c0id-hs""dedly. without n thought of
love, he had set about to win her. This
very minute. by his side, sat the lady
nf his worldly choice, and he had felt
much clatcd that now she seemed not
great deal nvclSc to his gallant at
lcniions. Sure, she never knew about
that common past, and almost had he
forgotten its connection with the ariS-
t"crntic banker who looked at him
from The mirror. TIL tonight, that IS.
Sure no letter I'll be mailing.
For soon wlli L he sailing,
And III bless The ship that takes me
Il" my dear old Erins shore"
The lady turned with disdainful
curl of the lip. "Really," says she.
zone Nigh, expect the best music here
and not vulgar street songs" and Ter
rEce's heart turned over with thud
OF gratitude that wisdom had como
not too late.
Very quiet was hr on The way homo.
nnd rs he handed her from the limou-
sine. declined her gracious invitation
with II "Not TONIGHT. thank YOU. as
have pressing hnSincsS +" attend t. I'M
lmrhint"ly. And ] probably will @Aot
soc YOU AGAIN for some time. ms
leave on ;'c ranrric'S next date Of
smiling"
"luirrd." said III" lady. ~ dis
pleased surprise. "Surcly this IS very
Sudden"
CIV" not yet h"olicG my passage"
says Terence. with IN old time Irish
grin. "hui I think the fHtcS wont fail
III" his time" And neither did they.
And now we come 10 mntrhless
evening in dear old Killnlon.- IA night
Of enchanted moonlight. when all the
fairies and little folk are Custing their
spells on everything. All alone mt her
window sits Eileen, with the melting
sweetness "f her harp suiting her voice
rs she sings so sadly: ut may be