The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-11-05

the thOugnC OF ner being hurt was like
knowing the baby down the street had
whine out in the cold.
Lizzie laid her sewing in her lap
n looked at me reproachfully.
And how would you be feelin' if
Himself a back in the Old Country
workin' year and year, out, sayin' never
you all the same?" she asked.
|, I'D feel terrible, naturally" I told
her. And I'd go to him just as oon
as I could pay my passage back to
Lizzie shifted. "You wouldn't be after
goin' back to a man whose tongue is
that shy it can't be formin' the words
rs there any 1rishman with a tongue
like that, Lizzie?"
Terrence O'Connells is that though
you'd swear the truth wasn't in me
if you was to lay your eyes on him
big and handsome as he still is though
he's nearin' so if I must admit it. His
place was adjoinin' to fathers back
children grew along together-Ter-
renee and me with some 10 years the
start of Kathleen. Many's the day
we've raked a last load of hay to-
gether against the comm of a storm,
and I've stood beside him at lambin'
G1IIlc O11 d VIII VNdIC1l 1l1SIG d11Q we We
worked together, and gone at last to
the house where Kathleen would have
a pot of tea ready to warm the marrow
Of our bones" She sighed heavily and
continued.
1T was as natural as the changin'
season that they'd love one another
! Kathleen sweet Inc lovely enough, if
to be the wife of the finest, and Ter
renee O'Connell-" She stopped and
shook her head. It seemed that Ter
renee O'Connell baffled all description.
But I felt eXasperated with her Ter
renee. He seemed to me a pretty poor
stitch of a man if he couldn't summon
courage to tell gentle little Kathleen
that he loved her.
Gould there have been any reason
other than shynesS, Lizzie?" I asked
after thinking it over.
on though I've lain many a night Won
derin'," she answered. There he was
with a fine, well-stocked farm and a
bit of dot from his old father-it wasn't
a decent livin' that was troublin' him,
and as for another girl+faith, he
every Sunday of his life til we left
me, like as not, goin' ahead and
leavin' him to help Kathleen along the
bog. 'Shure, Lizzie, she's the loveliest
under the sum- he's sale to me time
and again with a look in his eyes as
gentle as a dogs, and I could have
taken him to my heart for lovin' her
as he did"
Lizzie blew her nose m%ournfully and
I felt awfully depressed. MAYBE If
you'd stayed in Ireland a while longer"
I suggested at last.
She took up her neglected sewing and
shook her head. Times was hard" she
said, land when father was dyin' he
older sister in America. And in the
weeks before we left, Terrence O'Con.
nell wore the guinness of the world
in his face. Once he come to me, and
says he, Don't you do it, Lizzie-dont
you go to America. You'll never be
happy off the old sod and I know
what he meant, all but shouted to him,
will tear my heart, I'll be leavin' her
with you in a minute but in all mod
esty you can't be THROWN your sister
at any mans head, so I bit the words,
and though I managed that they be
alone together as much as possible, we
between them so far as I have known"
I told Bill about it. and he thought
Terrence O'Connell was a chump. I
suspected it myself, and I made every
every effort to be kind to Kathleen
to partly atone for her lovers apathy.
She was frequently i'll with violent
headaches that left her weak and pale
from the pain. On those days she'd be
home alone and I would leave my work
to go in and make tea for her or to
stand at the bed rubbing her blue
veined TEMPLES.
She seldom said much; Lizzie had
often told me that Kathleen vas the
was q little hurt at her sisters lack of
confidence. Occasionally, however, when
she was recovering from one Of her
! headaches, Kathleen would sit with