The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-08-06
CHAPTER V-Continued
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Than much that is done in a city"
he replied to her.
where do you live?" Agnes asked
him, with sudden directness.
What am 1, you mean-besides
criminal lawyer? l live now near Mil
waukee avenue in the city; but 1 was
born on Archer, as was my father"
Your father, toO?"
Cathal smiled. 81 know why you
ask. You wonder why 1 speak so,
when it was my grandfather that
came over, and he lad. His father
brought him in the steerage; and on
another ship at sea at the time, was
the girl the lad was to meet on Arch
er road and marry"
your grandmother"
The same. You'll see her at the
trial. She comes to all I'm defending"
Does your father toO?"
Hes gone," said Cathal. HE was
a city fireman, and his father before
him. He-my- grandfather-was one
of the twenty that went to the top
of the tower of the Cold Storage build
ing, at the Worlds Fair. when it
burned"
He was one of them that died that
day, as each Of them did in line of
duty, Miss Gleneith," said Cathal
proudly. "And his son, my father,
died like him, in line Of duty for Chi
cago. That's my stake in the city, |
mentioned. Who can have more?
Would l sell it out by fixing taxes for
clients for my living? I'll take the de-
tense of Myrtle Lorrie, as I've taken
others. But it's my speech that
still surprise you. 1t wouldn't If
you knew Winnie"
"Winnie?" asked Agnes.
1.-THE grandmother / mentioned. She
stead of sixty years ago. Do you
know Padraic Colum, the Irish poet
and writer, who was over here on tour
a few years ago?"
81 went to hear him speak," said Ag.
mes, wondering what now was coming
$50 did l." said Cathal. For they
told me he'd been going through Ire
land having repeated to him the last
of the old Celtic tales that had never
seen print. He was collecting them
TO write them all down. L told him
he'd been wasting his time travelling
He should have come straight to Chi
cago, and he'd have heard them all
from Winnie. And l found, in fact
she had one he'd never heard from
any other. The strange thing, it was
always my favorite."
"YOu knew it,"
KNEW it? Wasn't I rocked anG
reared on them? And this l could
never hear enough-the Green Beal
of Babbletree."
He was holding Agnes memoran
dun of what Myrtle Lorrie had saiC
and done, after having shot her hus
band; and suddenly aware of it hi
contrasted it to the matter in his mind
and smiled.
The women, Miss Gleneith, used Il
be much more enduring he said
They certainty put up with more il
those days"
What days?"
"Of the old tales. Take her tina
loved the Green Bear of Babbletree
The Green Bear was, of course, right
" prince, her true love-" Cathal con
tinued, but hideously bewitched. Blu
though he was in his horrible guise
she must recognize the soul of him
and seven long years must she fol
low him over the fiery mountain
though he might never so much a
turn to look at her once. If sh
perseveres through the seven years
she breaks the spell; he's her prince
and she has him."
"Does she?" said Agnes.
"She does, through everything 81
repeated:
"Green Bear of Babbletree,
Turn, thou, and look TO me:
Seven long years I've followed thee
Over the fiery mountain"
He had gone. Agnes was lying wit
eyes closed on the chaise-longue in he
bedroom, when she heard her sister
voice. Bee went in first to see he
mother, so Agnes had few minute
more of dreamy reverie before he
sister nushed her feet more to the sid