Newspaper Page Text
L The Peace of the Mountains.
I with I could get tho pcaco of tho moun
tains into me.
The mountains or Qod aro ovor still, full
"Be quiet" they say. and lift their
thoughts up to heaven;
The lark with his wings aa ho rises
brushes their creat;
They rather tho roao of dawn, the clory
Tho night with her stars leans on thctn.
bicast to her hreitnl.
I .wish I could get tho peaco of tho moun
tains Into inc.
And nor to huve nil the woild a trouble
I am full of frebi and fatlaucs. angers
I Wish the mountains would tell me their
secret of peace.
They have seen men born and die, all the
work of their hands
Pase like tho leaves of autumn; Increase
Of natural things, and tho years, lllto a
glassful or sunds,
Itun out and be done, and tho nations
wither and cease.
They huyo looked to God through all the
days and the yours;
1 wish I wore utJU llku the mountains,
not vexed,, full or fears.
Tho wind roars over them, singing up
from tho sea;
There Is nothing that Inula, they nay, but
God and tho soul.
They have cowls of tho mists, and rain
for their habits gray;
Tho world's a dream, whero ever tho
death bolls toll.
There Is nothing that lives, they say, but
God and tho soul.
Nothing at all that matters but God and
tho soul; .
I wish I could got tho peace of tho moun
tains Into mo,
And not to have all tho world a trouble
Pall Mall Gazetto.
I THE MASKED MAIDEN?
Barrack llfo at Wlcklow was ex
ceedingly dull. Drill and parado form
ed about our only diversions. At times
a party of young women visited tho
encampment, thereby varying tho mo
notony a trifle. Our colonel was a
hard man, who rarely granted a fur
lough. I, a young lieutenant, in com
mon with my brothor officers, in con
sequence, rcgardod our existence as
a waste of life.
Thla was before the outbreak of tho
Sepoy rebellion. In '57 our regiment
was ordered to India. Our contem
plated departure was regarded Joy
fully by tho younger fry of the offi
cers. The ovenlng before wo em
barked a masked ball was given, at
which all officers were invited, and,
needless to say, attended, In a variety
of costumes. Father Sullivan, our
chaplain, holding tho rank of captain,
was included in tho invitation, but
sent a noto of regret, saying his cloth
forbade his attendance, and winding
An air of mystery. .
up with a. short homily on the vani
ties of tbe'world.
I, Con Costigan, then a lieutenant,
and" my chum, Charlie Connor, .of
course, were there, ho in u pink and'
( In a black -domino. A passing court
fool bit me a blow oh the head with
a bladder filled with dried peas. Turn
ing to resent the liberty, I saw a
clown la baggy pantaloons and chalk
ed faoe, whirling madly round and
round toward me, clasping tightly a
JMM of buxom figure in abbreviated
kirts. On they came, straight for
me. When only a short distance sep
arated us tho clown, by accident or
design, stumbled and fell, releasing
his partner, who spun like a teetotum
right into my 'arms with such forco
that our foot shot from under us and
wo both sat down on tho floor hard.
"Whoo-eo!" shrieked tho maiden.
"It's kilt I am!"
As quickly as my domino would ad
mit I was on my feot, helping her to
arise and pouring forth a string of
apologies. She -was not hurt, and
seemed llttlo confused by our awk
ward Introduction. Without deigning
to glunco at the clown sho whispered:
"Ooch! don't apologize, captain,
dear. Sure, it's glad I am wo'vo met.
That clumsy clown troth! 'twns an
appropriate choice of a costumo he's
made can go without a partner for
all of me. I shall spend the time with
And, linking her arm in niino, the
unknown led mo away.
Tho clown, who by this time had
also regained his feet, vlowed her de
parture and then- philosophically
My conductress led me to an alcove,
whenco wo could obtain a view of tho
scene in tho ball room and at the
same time converse in comparative
privacy, where, seating herself, she
made room for me at hor side, and I
sat down with beating heart Thero
was an air of mystery about her that
led mo to iraaglno I was about to
participate in some, wild romance
"Captain," sho began, coyly hiding
hor masked features behind hor fan,
"captain for by all appearance your
rank is no loss "
"Right, madam," I hastily Interrupt,
ed which was false, for I was but a
"Alas!" sho sighed, "what weight
of woe is mino! My talo will enlist
your sympathies, and, I trust, your
aid! Oh, say I am not mistaken when
I believe you to bo ono willing to as
sist a maiden in distress!"
Her appeal impressed and flattered
me and I hastened to reply:
"Tell me, madam, what it is you
require of mo, and rest assured I will
spare no effort in your behalf!"
"You are kind!" sho murmured.
"Alas! would wo had mot ero my
heart was given to another!"
"Then you aro not " I began.
"No," sho interrupted, " 'tis not
wholly on my own behalf I have
sought you out. But Emilic "
"Sweot name!" I murmured. "What
"For two days sho has been in an
agony of fear lest you shouldn't meet
her. At tho last minute she eluded
tho vigllanco of her jailors, and to
gether we've como to tho bnll. dis
guised as a fairy and a shepherdess.
She has hidden herself away in a re
tired nook and bado mo go search for
I was transported with Joy. From
tho name let drop I was morally cer
tain that my unknown inamorata must
bo Miss Emillo Sirron, a young wom
an whom I had long admired at a dis
tance. But as a general rulo she had
troatod my advances coldly, although
once or twice, when I supposed sho
imaglnod I was not watching, I
thought I detected her contemplating
mo, which encouraged me in the be
lief that sho was not altogether lndlf
forent to mo.
I stammered a few sentences in re
ply, on which my fair friend arose,
"Follow me, captain, and all will go
well. Oh, but it's you aro the lucky
man if ever there was one och
Slipping her arm in mine, we passed
from the-alcove and mingled with the
m'errymakors, as I whispered, in her
ear: ,. "
"Why do ..you sigh? From- -your
words, I, thought. 'twas you tlosired n y
aidJ You have trouble? Trust me, for
I am truly your friend this'nightl"
"Oh, what can you do?" sho cried.
"I hare two suitors, but one alono
hojds my boart! We were to wed to
morrow, but oh. saints! my lover
is not here and we may never meet
againl Yestaxe'an ha was Impressed
and borne a captive aboard the trans
port that sails to-morrow gone to
fight tho foe In foreign lands! Oh,
captain, say that you can effect his
release or that you can smuggle me
aboard to him, or my heart is brok
en I" Here sho sobbed.
I assured her sho might consider
the former as already accomplished.
"You dear!" sho cried, and impul
sively throwing her rounded arms
about my nock sho hugged mo warm
ly. Judge my emotions! I was in a
rosy mazo of wondering bliss.
"Now como," said she, "but care
fully. If we aro discovered wo aro
Wo threaded our way amid the
throng and entered a second bower.
My companion looked eagerly into it.
It was empty.
"Sho is not here, but sho will bo
soon," she said. "Come in, captain,
and sit down."
Wo sat some time In silence. Pres
ently tho charmer went to tho en
trance and peered cautiously out.
"Emllie Emilie!" she called, soft
ly. There was no answer, on which sho
returned to my side.
Presently, to my astonishment, sho
burst into a flood of tears.
" Whoo-ee whoo-eo!" she sobbed,
rocking to and fro.
"Don't cry," said I, soothingly, slip
ping my nrm about her waist a lib
erty sho did not resent. "What Is tho
matter? Why do you weep?"
"Och, my trials and troubles aro
moro than I can bear! My lover's in
tho grave, and I wish that I were
"Oh, no!" I whispered, oncouraglng
ly. "He's far from dead, let us hope!"
"But Isn't ho as good as in his
grave, for sure, won't tho naygurs
kill him when he gets to India? And
we'll never meet again! Whoo-ee
whoo-eo! Sure, 'twas in this spot I
sit, at tho Carty's ball, a .twelvemonth
slnco, that ho first told mo of his love
and I took him for better or worso
and now he's gone! Whoo-ee whoo
eo! Don't tell mo Tim Casey hasn't a
hand in this!"
"Who's Tim?" I asked.
"My discarded lover, sure who
else? He's here at tho ball to-night
and if ho scos mo hero with you I'm
Tho sight of beauty in distress
thrilled mo to the soul. After what
had passed between us who can blame
mo for drawing her gently toward mo
for reclining her head upon my
shoulder for attempting to lift her
mask to Impart a kiss upon hor lips?
But sho drew back coyly.
"Och, yo mustn't do that!"
"What harm? None can see!"
"Te-ho-ho!" sho giggled hysterically.
"Just ono!" My arm was still about
"Ho-he-ho! Captain " Sho made
a playful feint of resistance but
seemed not much avcrso to tho ordeal.
With ono hand I graspod tho lower
ends of our masks and was about to
"Zounds, sir! What aro you doing
These words, thundered In a doep
voice at my ear, supplemented by the
monosyllable "Tim!" shrieked forth
by tho maiden, caused mo to look
round in affright.
In the doorway stood an Elizabethan
courtier, raplor by his Hide. With
folded arms he glared alternately at
mo and my companion through tho
eyelet holes of his black mask. I
started up, in my haste forgottlng to
relcaso my hold on our masks, and off
they both came, rovealing to try gaze
the countenance" of my hitherto un
known charmer a 'fat, red, merry
looking face, which, as Itf-lookbd into
mine, reflected In its -expression of
ludicrous amazement' tho - astonish
ment dopicted in my own at what 1
saw before me. ".or a moment I was
struck dumb vy a host of conflicting
emotions. When at last I found my
tongue it w&4 to gasp:
"Wha'- father Sullivan!"
"Tar-in'-ouns! It's Con Costigan !'
"Hp'o's a pretty kettle of fish!"
aula the Elizabethan courtier, his bel
ligerent air vanishing, and ho looked
helplessly from ono to the other of
Mutual explanations revealed tho
following state of affairs:
Miss Sirron, against tho wishes of
her relatives, had fallen violently in
lovo with Gussie Fitzgerald, a fop cor
net, to such a desperato degree as to
compel her parents to lock her In hei
room, this act resulting from tho dis
covery of a noto addressed by her to
Qusslc, wherein sho declared lier in
tention of meeting him at tho ball
that night for the purposo of eloping.
Sho described tho costume she
would wear, together with that of a
feinalo friend who would accompany
her, and advised Gussie what to war
In turn that she might identify him
which happened to bo a domino like
mine. The noto fell into tho hands of
her brother, the Elizabethan courtier,
"What are you doing thero?"
who was a lieutenant in my regiment.
The brother hastened with tho noto
to Father Sullivan to ask his advice
and co-operation in tho carrying out,
of a plan ho had formed. Tho priest
entered Into tho spirit of the adven
ture, and, disguising himself as a
fairy, this being tho costume of tho
female friend designated In the note,
ho had repaired to the ball In com
pany with tho Elizabethan courtier.
Tho plan had been for him to luro
tho unsuspecting gussie to the alcovo'
on tho pretense of leading him to tho
lady, where tho Ellzaebthan courtier
was in waiting, there to reveal them
solvos to him after showing him a
copy of tho note tho original had
been forwarded to tho ono it waa
originally meant for administer to
Gussie his merited chastisement, and
then turn him adrift with tho promiso
of a roverer punishment if he per
slstod in his addresses.
Tho brother and tho priest until
now had supposed mo to bo Fitzger
ald. Now that our ludicrous orror was
discovered tho awkward question oc
currod to each: What If the plot, in
stead of being a hindranco to the lov-
ers, should provo an ally to 'their
causo by keeping their enemies from
them whilo they mado good their es
cape? Readjusting our masks we sot out
in company to patrol tho ball room.
But I need hardly say our search was
iu vain the lovers had vanished
elopod and tho plot had been mado
to recoil booraerang-liko on tho heads
of tho conspirators! s
We sailed at dawn. I afterward
learned that somo days after the ball
the Sirrons received a penitential epls
tlo from tho fair Einilio, saying that
she and Gussie wore married, and, the
lattor' having obtained a furlough,
thoy were taking a wedding tour on
tho continent, and the- one thing nec
essary to her perfect happiness was
to know that sho had tho forgiveness
of her paronts for what she had dono
which, as what wa9 done could not
well bo undone, was not long forth
Until the timo I now tell tho story
the part Father Sullivan played in
the alfair has always been kept a pro
found secret Chicago Tribune.