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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, February 01, 1910, Image 18

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"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.'

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