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THE ROCR ISL.ANLY ARGUS, WEDNESDAY, MARCH; 16, 1910.
By BERNARD QUINN
Copyright, 1310, by American Press Ass
V, . elation.
I HERE were three generations
between the turf cottage In
County Gal-way and the brown-
i r stone nouse in a quiet uptown
i street. '
, Margaret Flynn, slender and black
.haired, whose eyes were deep pools
' of blue fringed with thick black
lashes, closed her book and gazed dis
consolately into the peat fire on the
u ou riaicutous or lamer to uarn uin
e-ln the. library," she fretted.
.. ... The door opened, and Michael Flynn
, ;blew gustily In, big and bluff, with
sandy gray hair and freckled hands.
r;.v "Well, Peggy, girl, how goes It?" he
..sald, crossing to the Are and dropping
-. a light caress on her dusky head.
"Same as ever, dad," returned the
ti "girl absentedly.
"What's troubling you? Out with It.
:Peg! I know you like a book. Is It
the usual grouch over the St. Patrick
dinner or the special green livery I
ordered for Tlmmy?"
Margaret flushed hotly. "Yon may
.""laugh, dad." she said defiantly; "you
7- may think me small and mean to
W V I e A .a.. X. tL. A- A
"I'D bathes totj kpilled IT o-b-a-d-t."
harp on the old subject of changing
the spoiling of our name! Now,
F-l-i-n-n-e Is so much more"
"I'd rather you spelled It G-r-a-d-y," !
Michael with twitching
. "It will never be that,'
"Why not? demanded Flynn brusque
ly. " "Because."
"Because why. Peg? Is that too
too Irian, like the rest of the things?"
And you've told the boy?"
Michael took a swtft turn np and
down the room and came to a stand
still before his daughter. With bands
deep in his pockets and heavy jaw
thrust out he looked at her out of
sharp gray eyes from which all humor
"Just because his name Is Grady.
Go away, Peggy. Sometimes after I've
been talking seriouslike with a wo
man I-want to be alone for awhile."
Margaret winced, but with head
flung high she left the room. In the
hall she paused at the dining room
door and pushed it open.
The handsome chandelier had been
equipped with delicate green globes,
and from its center wide green satin
ribbons were looped and fastened to
the cloth of the great circular table.
On the board silver and cut glass
shone and sparkled about a magnifi
cent pot of shamrocks, while at every
cover were favors appropriate to the
day. . , .
Margaret eyed the table and its dee
orations with infinite scorn. How she
detested the annual dinner of the
Shamrock club of which her father
was the president!
Now a clock in the hall chimed 6,
and a strange light came into Mar
garet's eyes. If she only dared! It
would take five minutes before the
dinner hour at 7, and it would be a
MAEOAKET JTTED THE TABLB.
Just rebuke to these men who vaunted
their love and loyalty to Ireland before
the eyes of true Americans.
"Because I am an American!
( breathed Margaret an hour later aa
J- Fho sat in her own room with a bud-
die of green satin ribbon In her lap
and a basket of green favors beside
' She .heard the tramp of feet as the
'-men went Into the dining room, and
J she almost felt the little shock of aur
priee with which they greeted the
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THE THATCH ROOFED
t , ' " -t
V . . life h
table arrayed in a glory of red. white
and blue ribbons, tiny American flags
and miniature , figures of Uncle Sam
and the Goddess of Liberty, all salvage
from her recent Washington's birth
There was a buzz of conversation,
and she knew that there was a hurt
look In her father's eyes that father ,
who had worked so hard, who denied j
her nothing and who so enjoyed his j
annual celebration of St. Patrick's day. j
. And there was Larry Grady oh, hor- i
lible name! Of course he would guess j
that she had been the one to change
the decorations, and she could fancy i
the scorn on his handsome face. !
Something that Larry had once said i
returned to her with startling distinct- j
"Isn't the country big enouph for all :
men and all nations she' will adopt? !
What's in a name after all?" j
Suddenly Margaret seemed to see 1
herself In a different light. She sprang
to her feet and rushed to her dresser.
Now, she could never cease to appre-
the love of the two men whom
she cared for most in the world.
She dug out a green satin sash which
she had worn on gala dnys before she
attended Miss Henny's fashionable
school and been finished beyond recog
nition of her old Irish friends.
Joke and song and merry quip were
flying about the round table under the
stars and stripes wha Margaret opened
the door and entered the room.
They rose from the table as she
came forward in her white gown, with
"OKB OP IBZIiAKD'S DAUGHTERS.
Its broad green sash about her slender
waist, a huge bunch of shamrock at
her breast. In her hands she carried a
silver tray heaped with green favors.
"One of Ireland's daughters must
help to celebrate," she said graciously,
while the color flickered in her cheeks.
Then she went from place to place
and distributed the tiny pots of grow
ing shamrock, the miniature black
thorn sticks and the small golden
harps, which each man attached to his
She evaded her father's outstretched
hand and flitted into the lighted parlor
beyond, where she sat down before
the beautiful harp, which was her de
light, and in her sweet, strong sopra
no, with its haunting Irish sadness of
expression, she sang "The Wearin of
the Green" and "Killarney" and "The
I Kerry Dancing" and "The Star Span-
Lawrence Grady stole softly In and
sat down beside her. He cast a glance
at her flushed and downcast face, and
bis own brightened.
"Margaret!" he whispered softly.
And she turned a radiant face to his.
Later la the evening Michael Flynn
addressed the assembled Shamrock
club. "Gentlemen," he said, with a
twinkling eye, "Peggy here was ask
ing me awhile ago could she change
"Father!' Margaret's hand flew to
"And I said," resumed Mr. Flynn In
mufQed tones, I said, 'If you change
It to Grady If s all right, and, gentle
men," he beamed upon them, "it is all
The Shamrock club- arose to a man
and cheered lustily aa only an Irish
man can cheer when his heart is
stirred by sentiment
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COTTAGE OF OLD IRXLAND.
COPYRIGHT. 1910. BY AMERICAN PRESS ASSOCIATION
THE stvecfe-rt spot of all f-t the green -tod of old Ireland x
The maddest, gladdest times are the ones tve used to Knottf
XV hen romping o'er the hills, by the streams and through tht
In merry, magic days of long ago.
3? EE my mother yet though so long she has been steeping
The shamrocKs and the roses her gratfe are grotuing o'er
I see my mother yet as. tvith basKet at her shoulder.
She stood beside our open cottage door.
trWHE happy Winter nights ttrhen she Knitted by the firelight.
Her Kindly, patient features alight Xvith dancing gleams.
The Kettles on the hearth tn minor cadence singing.
T.eturn to me and haunt my tvaKjng dreams.
rHE fottf and thatch roofed cottage, the tree that stood before it.
Uhe hill behind that seemed to childish eyes so )ast
And e'en the pigs that played about the humble doorbvay.
Slll go to make the picture of the past.
H. tvetl do I remember the
With crtnKly heat tvaxJes
A.s tve Jogged through the lanes and along the happy roadtttays
Upon the jolly Irish jaunting car.
rO magic is the glamour by memory created.
So softened are the scenes her mellotv lights rereal.
I et)er lonJe to dwell in fondest recollection
On times I helped prepare the midday meat.
A II A 773? group We gathered about our little cottage
from out the fields Where tve barefooted used to roam.
When all the earth was sunny in life's unclouded morning.
Enchanted land that bore the name of home.
THE years haxfe slipped aWay .and that happy group is scattered.
For some are o'er the sea. and some are laid at rest.
So chide me not that now the green hilts of old Ireland
Seem UK? the fabled islands of the blest.
S?i-e - rsFj GUV
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ANCIENT IRISH ROUND TOWER AND CROSS.
The round towers of Irelaod have been much discussed, and various unsat
isfactory explanations have been offered for their appearance in the Island in
considerable numbers.- Tbey are evidently not bell towers and may have been
used 'as waccbtawen or places for the deposit of valuables in case of sudden
TO GIVE UNION STANDING
Xova Scotia Bill Provides for Rec
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Halifax. N. S March IB. A bill
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house of assembly yesterday at the
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THE SHAMROCK SO GREEN.
By JOHN M'MAHON
THOUSANDS of shamrocks are sent
to this country from Ireland
for Sf Patrick's day. They are
not sent 'as a commercial proposition,
but as messages of love from those on
"the old sod" to their dear ones here.
The shamrocks that are sold in the
United States are almost universally
American clovers, which are larger
than the Irish plant and can be told
at a glance by any true sou of Erin.
The real shamrocks are not for sale.
They are prized too dearly by their
recipients to profane -them by barter.
They symbolize a sentiment, and sen
timents cannot be bought that is, un
less they are tbe imitation kind. It is
Just so with shamrocks. Only the
counterfeits are on the market.
So common has become the custom
of sending shamrocks to America that
there is now what is known as the
"shamrock ship." This is the last pos
sible mail steamer to get them here in
time for St. Patrick's day. the senders
delaying to the last moment In order
to have the plants fresh. Most of the
shamrocks are sent. In letters and are
moistened so as to keep. Wien the
postal authorities handle a fat moist
envelope bearing an Irish postmark
they know it is a shamrock letter.
This wetting of the plants often plays
havoc with the letters, rendering the
superscription illegible in many cases
or even causing the envelope to come
to pieces" in a few instances. It is
also probable that the little plants are
sent in newspapers and other pack
ages. The postal authorities are not
very strict at such times aqd do not
inspect the Irish mail too rigorously.
When the "shamrock ship" comes in
the postoflice people are too busy to be
Tradition has it that St. Patrick ac
tually brought the shamrock to Ire
land. As the old song has it:
There's dear little plant that grows In
Twas St Patrick himself, sure, who set
And -the sun on his labor with pleasure
And the tear from his eye ofttlmes wet
It grows through the bojr. through the
brake, through tbe mire land.
And they call It the dear little ahamrocK
The fact of the matter seems to be
that St. Patrick used tbe three leaved
shamrock as an Illustration of tbe doc
trine of the Trinity three In one. As
to Just what plant the saint employed
there is a question. Some maintain
that it was the wood sorrel. The cura
tor of the Dublin botanical gardens
says it was the black nonesuch. The'
general view, however, is that tbe
word shamrock is Erse, from seamrog.
meaning little' clovec. and that means
that the Trlfollum repens or Tri
folium minus is the real shamrock. It
Is questionable, however, whether
white clover is a native of Ireland.
The use of tbe word seamsoge by the
oldest writers would seem to uphold
the. wood sorrel view, as seamsoge
means wood sorrel. '
Legend of St. Patrick.
St. Patrick was a holy man
And minstrel, too, of old
And bore on all his wanderings
A harp with strings of gold.
When Erin's heroes v pt to- war
With sword and Ian and shield
In early times they lacked a flag
To follow on the fielc.
So good St. Patrick took the leaves)
Upon the willow tree
And stitched the emerald strips to mat
A banner broad and free.
But ere his task was done he heard
The trumpet's wild refrain
And nailed It to his golden harp
And joined the march again.
The banner of the willow leaves
Grew dry and fell to dust: ,
The strings that rang to battle songs
Were soon devoured by rust.
F.ut still on Erin's ancient flag
The willow's tint is seen.
And still the lepndary harp
Adorns Its folds of green. ,
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By BRYAN CONWAY.
Copyright. 1910, by American Press Asso
' rjWAS Conal. the bard,grvwn nukite
I with years,
. Chanted this lay in Cru-ach-an,
While leaning around en . their sparkling
Listened tbe chieftains f his elan t
Let death's hand palsy my hoary head
And freeze the puUe of my heart within!
Tve seen the people that en were dead
Resurgent nte from the tomb of tin.
ICY KXABT HAS SIOHKS.
For sum men fivesuwe by Cara's wsts
My heart has tighed for the purer creed.
Death beckons me to the grass green grave.
I go, for my clan from the curse is freed.
The forest oft as the wind sang through
Whispered the name of the bearer of faith;
The spectral mist in the mounts ins blue
Showed crazier and cope in the shadowy
The founts that flowed and the foaming rills
Of Patrick lisped as they flashed and fell;
The voice of the tempest among the hills
Shouted his name in the thunder's swelL
And oft k haunted the twilight's hush
In tones melodious murmured soft.
The blackbird warbled k to the thrush;
The skylark caroled it forth aloft.
WITH MYSTIC FTBB.
I stood on Bea Eder and saw the east
Kindle and flame with mystic fire.
And out of the glory God's high priest
Walked on the golden surge of the Eire.
The kings were wroth in the council haO
On Tarn's hill, but the stranger spoke.
And I heard the idols of Erin fall
And a wailing wild in the" Druid's oak.
And the sword was stayed in the warrior's grasp.
Peace held tbe island from shore to shore.
And clans embattled, in friendship's clasp,
dewed "neath the cross the stranger bocsw
To Cod be glory I Mine eyes have seen
The dream and hope of my life fulfilled. ,
Christ bless forever mine isle of green I
His home in the hearts of my brethren bmld I
BOWED 'NEATH THE CROSS.
On Patrick the blest be beaison
Who brought the opel to Erin's shore I
To Mary mild scd her Saviour Son
Be honor and praise (or evermore I
Thus Conal, the bard, in Cru-ach-an.
Whose brov! nas ivbite with the snw
Chanted lis lay nhie the listening tier
Leaned around on their startling spears.
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