The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-04-27
CHAPTER VI.
Mother and Daughter.

4 uOh L DtlltNt Dt > Eullly, IIiOliltI.
The girls fine eyes shone with feel
ing-wlth protest, indignation, anguish.
Shella Llyn was a champion who
would fight to the last gasp for any
cause she loved.
Let us so to Dublin, mother" she
said with a determined air, after
reading the clipping.
"Why, my dearT
The woman's eyes, with their long
lashes, looked searchingly into her
daughters face. She felt, as the years
went on, that Sheila had gifts granted
to few. She realized that the girl had
resources which would make her Il
governing influence In whatever
sphere of life she should be set.
Quietly, Shella was taking control Of
their movements, and indeed Of her
W daily life. The girl had a domi-
mating skill which came In part from
herself, and also to a degree from her
father; but her disposition was not
her father's-it was her mothers.
Sheila had been told by her mother
that her father had passed away
abroad when she was a little child.
She had never seen her fathers pic
ture, and her mother had given her
the impression that their last days to-
gether had not been happy. She had
always felt that 1t was better not to
inquire too closely into her fathers
life.
She was as bonny a lass as ever
the old world produced-lithe, with a
body like that Of a boy, strong and
pleasant Of face, with a haunting beau
ty in the eyes, a majesty Of the neck
and chin, and a carriage which had
made Michael Clones call her a queen.
She saw Dyck only as a happy, wild
son Of the hilltop. To her he was a
man Of mettle and worth, i~rresponsI-
BILE because he had been given no re-
s~ponsibility. He was a country gentle
man Of Ireland, with all the interest
and peril Of the life Of a country
gentleman.
Eyes, we ought to 60 to Dublin,
mother. We could help him, perhaps"
Sheila insisted.
The mother shook her head mourn
fully.
MY child, we could do him no good
at all-none whatever. Besides, I can't
afford to visit Dublin now. It's an
expensive journey, and the repairs
we've been doing here have run me
close. My dear, u best place is here.
OF one thing Pm sure-if Dyck Cal
houn killed Erris Boyne, Boyne de-
served it. OF one thing I'm certain
beyond all else-it was no murder.
Mr.. Calhoun wasn't a a to murder
any one. / don't believe"-her voice
became passionate-"he committed the
murder, and l don't believe he will be
hanged"
The girl looked at her mother with
unveiled surprise. "Oh, dearest, dear
est ]" she said. II believe you do care
for him. Is 1t because he has no
mother, and you have no SOM"
ut may be so, beloved"
With impulse Shefla swept her arms
around her mothers neck and drew the
fine head to her breast.
At that moment they heard the clat-
ter Of hoofs, and presently they saw
a horse and rider pass the window.
'It's a government messenger, moth
err" Sheila said.
AS Sheila said, 1t was a government
messenger, bearing a packet to Mrs.
Llyn-a letter from her brother in
America, whom she had not seen for
many years.
The brother, Bryan Llyn, had gone
out there as a young man before the
Revolutionary war. He had p~rospered,
taking sides against England in the
war, and became a man Of importance
In the schemes Of the new republican
government. Only occasionally had
come from him to his sister,
ana for nearly eleven years she had
not Ind q single word from him.
Sheila watched her mother reading,
and saw that great emotion possessed
her. though the girl could not know
cause. Presently, however. Mrs.
Llyn. Who had read the letter from
her brother. made : Joyful sxclama-
s1vh1t i i. mother dssrr' Shell