The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1921-03-04
A FERESIDE TALE
BY JENNIE LITTLE.
SSeSeSeSeSeSeS

Another story, child dear? Sure tbs
0verdrawn like the POnzi, fella's my
fund will be, with such demand.
Well, then, come with me, Of an eve
ming that / have in mind, to grand
concert hall In the city. A wonder
full prima donna, the idol Of her audi
ences In. two continents, has come up
on the stage for her last number. AS
she stands waiting for the applause to
die away, something that she reads
in the waves of upturned faces moves
her to a sudden impulse, and with a
tender little smile, instead Of the clas-
| steal selection on the program, her
| voice second only In sweetness to the
angels fills the vast room with:
There's a pretty spot in Ireland,
/ always claim for my land"
In one of the boxes sat two Of the
earth's prosperous, and like lightning
artist, the mans mind flashed picture
after picture on his memory's screen.
In faraway County Glare he saw a
young gossoon full to the brim Of the
sheer Joy of living. The Scotch would
call him a lad o parts, the English
topping chap, but I'll declare to you
that he was just a regular broth Of a
boy. Every old granny in the village,
and clear down to every lass, thought
the sun had its rising and setting In
his merry charm, but only Eileen Nc
Donagh had mortgage on his affec-
tons. All, but she was the winsome
colleen, and the likes Of her was not
to be found In a days travel.
Then an uncle in America sent
money for his passage, with tales Of
success that set the lad wild to go.
Eileen must stay with her old folks,
but when he had good start, then he
would send for her, and together they
would conquer this fine new country.
my heart goes back there daily,
To the girl left behind me.
When we kissed and said good-by."
pluck were with him, and his foothold
grew firmer and stronger, and some
how in the struggle, Eileen drifted
further into the background of his
thoughts. The old bodies went one
by one. and the black sorrow Of lone
liness was almost more than she could
abide, but never did her sweetheart :
grow bitter or complaining In its |
wearying for him. Faithful and true |
she was to her troth with Terence |
O'Neill.
Where dear old Shannon's flowing, |
grows,
Where my heart is I am going
To my little Irish Rose.
And the moment that / meet her,
With hug and kiss I'll greet her"
Conscience woke up entirely, and q
hillalah stroke was gentle compared
o. the pain she gave him. Fer in
hese latest months of his prosperity
e had decided that only high-born,
ultured American woman could rule
IS home and help to find new fields
or his never-satisfed ambitions, and I
without a thought Of
I'VE, Ire had set about to win her. This
cry minute by his side, sat the lady
his worldly choice, and he had felt
luch elated that now she seemed not
great deal averse TO his gallant at
,ntiOns. Sure, she never knew about
lat common past, and almost had he
,rgotten its connection with the aris-
,craic banker who looked at him
ON the mirror. Till tonight, that is.
"Sure no letter I'll be mailing, e
For soon will T be sailing,
And I'll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Firms shore"
The lady turned with q disdainful
ri Of the lip. Really says she.
me might expect the best music here
I'd not vw gar street songs" and Ter
ce's heart turned over with thud
gratitude that wisdom had come
t too late.
Very. quiet was he on the way home,
d as he handed her from the limOu-
lie, declined her gracious invitation
tn "NOt pOnight, thank you, as
We pressing business to attend to i'm
And I probably will not
2 you again for some time. as
I'VE on the Canopic's next date OF (
ling"
Indeed" said the lady. in dis
ased surprise. Surely this is very r
lden."i i
I've not yet booked my passage"
70 Terence, with an old-time Irish
n, but think the fates won't fail
this time" Ard neither did they.
md now we come to matchless
ming In dear old Killaloe--a night =
encha nted moonlight, when all the
ries and little folk are casting their
lis OH everything. All alone at her
dow sits Eileen, with the melting W