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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE "Just a mile down the' road lived a colleen named Eileen Mahon, with uyes of the true Irish kind, and cheeks like pea: ches, and long, waving dark hair. We were married, and the boys round about felt a twinge of the heart the day 1 led her down the aisle of the little parish church: but they shook my hand, and wished me luck, for the noble lads would notlet their disappointment cast even a shadow between me and my hap piness. "Three years we lived together, Eileen and myself, and during that time the ould mother of my childhood was taken away from me. How 1 sorrowed to lose her, the treasure of my early years, but God's will had to be done, and Eileen comforted me with the deep affection of her soul. "Alas! the clouds were gathering over my head. Eileen herself took flight in the followin' spring, and she left me sit tin' alone in my cabin, one sorrowful day, with a child a week old in the cradle beside me. " 'Call her Eileen', I said, almost distracted, as I handed the babe to its god-mother on the day of the christening. 'Call her Eileen, that I may be able all my life time to repeat the name I love best.' 1 set to work to care for my child who was now the only treasure 1 had in this world. She grew to be a beautiful girl, growin' every day more and more the image of the loved one who slept out in the graveyard. She was bare ly ten when the famine came to Ireland. The crop failed, and the poor Irish who could not raise enough for food were star vin'. The landlords were pressin' for their rents, and hearts already broken were crushed entirely when one by one those nearest and dearest to them were placed in rough boxes and hurried, away to their graves. With all my strivin' I, could find money neither for rent nor food, and my own Eileen lay sick.and hungry on a rude cot in the little cabin. Day by day I knelt beside her prayin' God for my dyin' child. One day our cabin was surrounded by strange men who, I soon saw, were not friends. " 'What d,p you want, sirs', I asked. " 'We are sorry', began the leader, 'but we have orders from the landlord to evict you. You know you are behind with your rent.'