Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1921-02-11

aDSeJS mis- 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
young gOss0on full to the brim of the
! sheer Joy of living. The Scotch would
topping chap, but I'll declare to you
that he was just a regular broth Of q
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 wins0me
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 60.
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."
All, yes, at first twas so. Luck and
pluck were with him, and his foOthold
grew f1rmer 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
Illness was almost more than she could
abide, but never did her sweetheart
grow bitter or complaining in it's
wearying for him. Faithful and true
she was to her troth with Terence
O'Neill.
"Where dear old Shannon's flowing,
Where the three-leaved Shamrock
grows,
Where my heart is I am going
To my little Irish Rose.
And the moment that l meet her,
With hug and kiss I'll greet her"
Conscience woke up entirely, and
shillaiah stroke was gentle compared
to the pain she gave him. For in
these latest months of his prosperity
he had decided that only high-born,
cultured American woman could rule
his home and help to find new fields
for his never-satisfed ambitions, and,
co!d-blOOdedly, without thought Of
love, he had set about to win her. This
very minute, by his side, sat the lady
of his worldly choice, and he had felt
much elated that now she seemed not
a great deal ayerse to his gallant at
tentions. Sure, she never knew about
that common past, and almost had he
forgotten its connection with the arts
tocratic banker who looked at him
from the mirror. Till tonight, that is.
''Sure no letter I'll be mailing,
For soon will 7 be sailing,
And I'll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Erin's Shore"
The lady turned with a disdainful
curl Of the lip. Really" says she,
'one might expect the best music here !
md not vulgar street songs" and Ter
aEce's heart turned over with a thud |
If gratitude that wisdom had come |!
1ot/ too late.
Very quiet was he on the way home, |
Ind as he handed her from the limou-
sine, declined her gracious invitation
With mot tonight, thank you, as
nave pressing business to attend to i'm
netliately. And probably will not
zee you again for some time, as
cave on the Canopic's next date Of
sailing"
Indeed" said the lady, In dis
pleased surprise. "Surely this is very
sudden"
give not yet booked my passage"
SAYS Terence, with an old-time irish |
grin, "but l think the fates won't fail
me this time" And neither did they.
And now we come to matchless !
evening in dear old Killaloe-a night
of enchanted moonlight, when all the |
fairies and little folk are casting their |
spells on everything. All alone at her
window sits Eileen. with the melting
sweetness of her harp suiting her voice
as she sings so sadly: 1T may be
years, and it may be forever" And
into the room strides Terence OF her
thoughts.
"Not on your life!" says he in the
true American style, and then dropped
on his knees beside her, and into the
tender, old brogue. "Mavourneen, all
this time I've been madly, foolishly
following q will-o' -the-wisp, but when
came to me senses and gave me
heart the lead, it brought me to my
own true love, straight as the crow
flies. Will We go back with me, dar-
lin, to be the dear light of me life till
the blessed saints call us from our
own paradise to theirs?" And some
thing he saw in her face made him
dare to greet her after the fashion OF
the Shamrock song. Then because It's
the way of woman to forgive and
forget, acushla, can end my story In
your tavortte way: "And they all lived
happy ever after"
noon,
Mrs. Blanche ;Wiatrowski and chill