tffUfcfc CHRISTMAS SC&NE&
ILAUGHING maiil. with
goliten wavfi of hair
Gleam ac I ke sunset
mid Moravian skies.
Her br^ad. smooth brow
than fairest snow
more fa r,
Tbe blue of hanp'neee
In her danc n# eyes
Romp* with ber young
companions here to
Who swiftly coins
la tbe rude ball, that
blazes w th the light
Reflected t»y tbe yale log s generuu* glow.
A Yule-t de festival and she its queen—
Tbe roatlc daughter of a sturdy race.
Who owes her sway to her entrancing m^e%
And holds it by the beauty of her face.
Ard so the de of joy awakes and swells.
In glad abandonment of eager mirth,
Till d»wn bursts forth, and all the realtng bells
Salute tbe day that gave tbe Bar our rth.
o o o o o o
Another Cbristmas Eve comes stealing down
And vanishes. The nlgbt Is almost spent
Tbe st«re blink faintly o'er tbe sleeping town
In token of ibe morrow's merriment.
Tet see! Half-bidden in tbe shadows deep,
Down by tbe little rustic wicket gate,
A watcher stands and waits—while otbers
And reck not of tbe cruelties of fate.
The cottage door Is softly opened. Lo 1
A girl steals forth upon the frozen sod,
tTnmlndful of a parent's bitter woe.
Regardless of the mandate of ber God!
A start of j••y—a burning kiss—a sigh—
A pang all grievous, yet supremely sweet
One backward look that means a last good-bye
Two forms steal swiftly down the sliest
o o o o e
And Christmas Ere oaoe more (alia tbe
And brings to men tbeir need of Joy or pain
Onoe more tbe quiet bamlet ngs wltb mirth
To greet tbe sacred festival again.
With drooping form and slow, uncertain tread.
As one who goes a fearsome dot to yeet.
Her cheeks as pallid as tbe newly dead,
A woman totters up tbe frozen street.
Once red those livid lirs now rent with sighs:
That strangely haggard face has once been
Of sapphire blue are still tbe great, tad eyes
Tbe gl ct of burnished go.d Is ber ba r.
Yet now the lagging footsteps weaker grow
A wall goes np: "Oh Oodl ean this be rest!"
Tbe woman suites upon the drifted snow,
Her child close clasped upon ber wasted
And midst tbe angel shapes that bover by
And, ty ng, hear the sinne 's dying most,
Is there not one to whisper tenderly:
hM wbo it without sin cast a stone?"
Btory of My Christmas Spent
[Written for this paper.l
HEN it was found im
possible to proceed
to Magherafelt on
account of the break
ing of an important
bit of harness, re
grets that we had
left Money more that
morning began to as
Tbe night was clos
ing in Christmas
Eve it was, too—and
our final destination
lay even beyond
Hag herafelt, and
nearer Lough Beg.
where Archie's folks
l.ved in the decayed
splendor usual to such waning lines of an
impoverished gentry. I had bopped
Arctie to take m«i to his uncle's old coun
try place, and be, after much iusistance
on my part, gave a half-reluctant consent.
Someday Archie would be Hir Archibald
Valiancy, since be and his uncle were the
only male representatives of the Valiancy
line, and 1 should then be Lady Mary
how my American heart swelled at the
thought, and how wise and generous
chatelaine 1 meant to make of myself I
Me-.nwhile Archie, my stalwart, hand
some, bonny bridegroom, was an unro
mantic commercial traveler in the employ
of the thriving firm of Cutt & Blash, of
New York, and at present on so small
aalary that we bad proed and conned for
live mortal days over the exj»ediency of
his taking me, his bride, along with him
on this trip, or waiting until summer. He
was due in Belfnst in December, he hud
told me, and 1, being the more charmed
with and dependent up n s loving care
of me that 1 was so alono in the world,
cried to go w tti him, and hung upon his
neck, refusing to hear an argument that
pointed towards tbe feasibility of bis leav
ing me in America al:ne.
So the proing and conning—for all. It
seemed the sensible thing to do—made me
waver not one whit ic my grim determina
tion to accompany mv beioved husb nd to
Ireland and here we were on Christmas
Eve, in tbe thick of a Londonderry mist
and drizzle, with tbe harness broken and
Bann Castle yet many miles awav.
"Mary, Mary, is it true that you are not
wishing yourself back in the snug home
in New York, with tbe bright grate fire
tbe rose-shaded lamp and tbe canary in its
golden cage singing in the make-believe
sunshineC asked Archie, as he tucked
one of my gloved hands under his arm and
went marching off with me somewhere
dewn the wet, uncertain road.
"It is as true—a* true as that I love you
Archie," I answered, giving his arm a lit
tie squeeze, and forgetting the darkness,
the damp discomfort and the irate driver
left behind us. "But whither goest thou,
gentle sir?" 1 asked, peering forward into
the intense gloom.
"To a 1 ttle cottage 1 know of, my Mary,
just beyond this beod in—*sh! Listen,
dear—what is it I"
"Wheels," vouchsafed I.
"Don't be afruid, Mary, if I go on ahead.
Ftand fast here, g,irl—I'll not leave you
long alone," and be was gone
1 stood beside the big bowlder in the
darkness and listened intently to the sound
of approaching wheels. A twinkle of light
from a wagon's lautern sent, at last, a lit
tie yellow gleam along the rocky roadway,
and I saw that the approaching cart had
stopped close beside our belated vehicle.
"Arrah be aisy, an' is it yentelf thin, Mr.
O'Flahert.vi An1 is it an axceedint that
ye ve had the night?"
"Faix, an' it is that same—bad 'cess till
"Might ye be dhrivin' quality folks, Mr.
"Oi might—an' thin, rgain. I moight not.
Oi praysoom they be quality folks, beloike
the commonality pra.fair shank's mare,
"It's a dale av mother wit ye'il to
wastin' on the loikes me, Mr. O' Flaher
ty but if ye've seen Phelirn O'Flinn, o'
THE* CAME ARCHIE.
Kilrca, ye'11 know that the (tolls are up in
arrums along av the warnin' they've re
salve I from Carrickfergus the day."
"An' at whom wull they be speerln' at
"8, eerin'l It's a joke, sure! Divil a
wan other than the Lad o' Sperrin' Mount
ains—our young Shane Magroo
At th a there was a clattering downfall
of the harness—c iliar, traces, straps and
reins, and a hurried and whispered confab
of tbe two men.
Then came Archie and 1 saw t-ud lenly
Issue from an astouUbingly near-at-h.ind
window a bright gleam of light, a heard
voioes—mv husband's and another's—in
merty laughter blent. The very darkness
and loneliness changed like enchantment
all about ma, and it was as if tbe wuoie
world had passed suddenly from a state of
ifolatloo to that ol a social, hospltaWa
well peopled districts I folt the clasp of
Archie's strong arm about me as I care
lully ma te my way from tbe rocky road
ide, and as we advanced tow rds tbe
rr mi«ed shelter, 1 told him of what I bad
Who t* Shane Magroo, Archie?"
"8h! Darlin? light o' me eyes! It is
aim st treachery to mentio that name
hereabouts and yet I'm thin cine you'll
bear more of him than of anv onee'.se—the
reckless young callantl And so the police
are after him—tbe same old story—ha! ha
This WAy, your Annert This way, your
Leddysh p! tSure the house av Moreen
Maginni'* wull be foriver blissed by your
intiirance—good luck till us allthis night!"
"Amen!" responded my husband.
'Arrah. Morten, ve have niver forgotten
the use av yer deludherin'tongue! Wh.st,
ye u ig lleen! Nut wan worrud of our
priainca here to anny chance caller—d'ye
Faix, an' doos your Anner suppose I
wull be afther wantin' to call n all Ulster
to mate ye the night!" laughed the young
Irish beauty, as she placed a fresh sod
upon the little fire and gently touched
what seemed a bundle of old clothes
propped up In a box-like chair at on-^ side
of the rude chimney-place. "Mother! ocb,
mother, asthore! Wake up!" said Moreen.
"Here wu.l be an ould friend as will talk
w.d ye the night. Mother!"
At this a very wr.nkled and exceedingly
homely v sage peered from under the
manifold laj'ers of a sort of woolen plaid
piled high upon the unlovely head, and
there followed a flow of indescribable gib
berish which I charitably took to be pure
Celtic—a jargon that my husband an
swered easily in kind, with an uncon
scious running of his wh.te lingers through
his short curly locks and a knitting of his
black brows as be sat beside her, staring
into the fire.
Wsll, it wasn't to be wondered at that
he frowned. "The ould Cassel av Bann is
only a few miles beyant to the northwist—
a shame for it that you could not have
raiched it at all the night!" said pretty
Moreen, casting a little admiring glance
covertly at the impatient young fellow
upon tbe bench before the fire.
Be comforted, darling/' said Archie,
suddenly, springing to his feet and com ng
close to my side. Moreen will attend you.
As for me, I must leave r«u for awhile and
see to the extent of O'Fiaherty's mishap.
Kiss me, Mary, lovo—once—twice
there! Be a brave girl and sletp and
dream of that snuggery in America! Mo
reen, attend your future Lady Mary and,
whisht, colleen—put your moUier to bed
rhtmas Ere in Ireland! I looked all
about me when, after awhile, 1 lay cud
died upon a great heap of dried turf over
which Moreen had spread our traveling
rugs, and tried to realize it all.
The beams and rafters of tbe little hut
hung thick with dried herbs, lengths of
divers-colored cloths, and seemed, in fact,
a storage place for all sorts of humble
house-keeping sundries. A table, some
rude chairs and benches, an earthen floor,
an open fire-place and a high-backed,
boarded-up "box-chair'' close bes de it for
the "ould wooman"—chair that kept the
draughts from hitting the poor old figure
sheltered therein at full blast, at least—
these were the homely furnishings of the
humble Maglnnis cabin.
How doubly luxurious, by contrast,
seemed the well-remembered rooms in New
York—rooms that my generous, beauty
loving Arch e had so tastefully fitted up
for s bride!
The filmv lace curtains the portieres
the Or ental rugs the two or three little
gems of real art upon the raneled walls—
and the bric-a-brac!
But here was al ving "genre" my artistic
apartments lacked—the pretty picture
Moreen made of herself as she sat w th
clasited hands before the fire. A perfect
type was she of the true Irish beauty—the
dark, waving tresses, lustrous blue eyes,
tbe clearly cut, delicate features. Sud
denly she began to rock her lithe ody to
and fro as she sat upon the bench before
the fire, keep ng me with the weird,
crooning song she sang. The words came
like the soft breathing of an Eolian harp to
my listening ears, while tbe Christmas
rain fell pelting u on the roof of the poor
shanty, and tbe sparks from the fire leaped
up to meet the wind that came down the
chimney in fitful gusts.
Agrab, me love is shlaptn*
Beneath the cruel w««ve,
An' I, s darlin'. kaplu*
A wild watch o'er bis grave!
He's whispi n' love or dr'amin*
As naitu tbe waves be lies
He's whisperin' love or dr'amin',
An' wull not bear me chrtes!
Och— ho— o—one I
1 must have fali en asleep as I listened
for, when I opened my eyes some time
after, the fire t.a 1 buruod low and Moreen
had disappeared. But the "ould wooman"
still sift in the box-cha r, in spite of my
husband's rather authoritative order, and
seened ntore a bund .e of rags than before
There was sometuing so weirdly fasci
nating in the shapeless mas of old clothes
that was really a living, breathing entity,
that I fixed my two eyes upon her and
kept them there dur ng a long quarter of
an hour's hard thinking.
What kept Arch el What time could it be!
Where was Moreen! Could Ban Castle
be much further away? Was it possible
for us to get there in time to dine with the
Vallancys to-morrow! Was it always such
w ndcrfuily mild weather as th.s in Ire
land at Christmas time? Would I rather
be at Home* Was it in any way—
In came Moreen cloaked to the eyes. She
went up to the figure in the tall box
chair, leaned down until her rosy lips were
on a level w.th a supposable ear, and
whispered something I knew to be Hiber
nian. Tbe figure started erect with a sud
den strength wonderful to see, and seemed
about to arise from her sitting posture.
Moreen's hand detained her and I said:
"Is your ladyship awake, thin! Arrah
an' it's a bitther cowld night widout—the
rain is turnin' to slate an' the slate ull be
turnin to snow, an thin phat ull become av
us all, phativeri"
''Do you call this cold, Moreen!"
laughingly inquired, remembering the
wide stretches of deep, soft snow at home,
ice-clogged East river and the sound of a
thousand merry sleigh-bells!
"Do I call it cowld,your Ledd.vshipt Sure,
an' there'll be nothing else to call it! But
it's not so cowld as the n ght whi n young
Shane Magroo gave the constabularies
the shlip up in the Sperrin Mountains—bad
'cess till tbim!"
"Till what?" I asked, laughing again
"The police, Moreen, or the mountains?
The police, sure! And blissid foriver
be thim same mountains for givin' him his
"Yis, your Leddyship!"
"Who tea* Shane Magroo!"
"Divvent ye know, at alH"
"Sorra a bit!" 1 answered, dropping
pleasantly into her vernacular.
There was a sudden movement of the
figure iu the box-chair. Moreen leaned
down again—quite far down—and there
was another Caltic passage of words,
Then a j^ was brought, filled, lighted
and tendered the ancieut dame, and
Moreen, after seating herself comfortably
before the fire, began to sat sfy my ever
"First av all, your Leddyship, I'd bet
tber be tellln' ye that Shaue Magroo were
the bravest, honestest, handsomest, bon
niest broth av a boy in all Uifeter. Not,
wan av the commonality, aither, your
Leddyship, but a mimber av wan av the
A loud, hacking cough came from Mother
Mxginnis to interrupt Moreen for a mo
Wan av the ouldest an* gintlist av all
the gintale aristocracy av ould Ireland
But he loved the pay pel, did Shane loved
iviry wan av the down-tbroddin', meeser
able craithcrs that lived upon his un
Another cough from the box-chair. The
wind was beginning to rise, and ever and
anon it came swirl ng down the chimney
and found its way even into the sheltered
nooks of the box-char.
"It were a hard saison wan year for the
poor folk, your Leddyship—the year the
Shauc Miitrroo were so desaitfully diit wld
be his cuzz n, thelicddv Br dgitO'Mallory
Ocb, but he were a gostherin', milk
faced bit o' qu i!it\ beggin' your ddy
ship's pardon! An over swaggerin' bc
tantin' young wi umaii--savin'your Leddy
ship's prisince—who wud have given the
two ilashin' oyes out av her pr ud hid for
wan lovo-word from the dear Shane Ma
groo! Tare an* ouus, but she were a high
a§' mlfLty bit 9' clay I I'm tbit-Kin' Uuit
air en wid the plnnilese bhoy, Shane
Magruo, she'd have been contint but he
were only Shane Magroo to us who lov**d
him so pairfaictly, for them were his
two middle names, ye moind. The other
wurruld—the 'paytraishun wurruld,' a*
Leddy Bridgit called it—to wiiicb ho and
she rightfully belonged, knew him better
A terrible coug'a from the box-ebnir.
"Achrrra muchree, mother, but your
cough is a dale worse the night—beant it,
now! We.I, phat they called him is
naitber here nor there—K* called him
'You speak of the lad in the past tense,
More*«n is he dea 1
'Daid. is it? Och, be this an' be that, if
he's not worth a hunderd dai-.i min yit me
n imeull caise to bo Morejn Mapinms!"
And a laugh full of an impish enjoyment
went careening up amongst the dark,
smoke-blackened rafters overhead.
What did he do so awfutly wicked.
Moreen, that the police wore sent after
him!" I ask'nl, stretching self into a
more comfortable position upon the rugs
acd giving a little half tbougut to Archie
as 1 did so.
'Weekit'—'weekit?' Sure an' he were
not that at all at all! He on!y sided wid
the widdy an' the crphin an' ail the down
throddin slaves av tue soil I Oh, he were
not weekit, your Leddyship, far from it!
But all the same he were dhriven from
the country folk that loved him—.hat wu I
a' died for him! An' all along his
euzzin's, the Leddv Bridgit's, blistherin'
tongue! Faix, Granny Maginnis, your
cough's most alarmin' in its intinsity!
Take a bit dhraw av the dhudeen, mother,
an' lave mc to finish tho story at me aise!"
'If the LaJy Bridget loved him," I ask,
"why did she give him over to just cef"
'Toowjtutu-e. yer mania'—
axin' jour Led
dyship's pardon! I'm afther belarin' as
how she had a bindin' contbract wid the
divil himsilf—the saints save an' presa rve
us all 1 But, there I'll thry to till ye the
huii o' the sthory. As I were ra/markin',
it were a hard saison wan vear wid the
pitaties all rottin' in the ground an' all the
other crops fallin' shoort An' it were
thin that tbe tininthry, scatthered 'round
JCDOB OR XT DISMAY.
the itstern soide o' Sperrin Mountains, th
their dispceration at not bein' able to make
up their yearly rints, tuck settin' up
sbtills for the makin' av potheen unbe
knownst to the Ooover'mint. Y ur Led
dyship must 'a knewn that the law and
riggylations forninst anny such manny
faxshoory were very sevaire. an' they'd a
worrud they called 'illeecit' that they kipt
a speerin at us the while—'illeecit,' be the
powers! They were plaise 1, also, to say
that we chaited the Goover'm nt, foreby,
an' manny other sootherin' nam s. Wan
day—it w*re bechuxt f-ur an' foive av a
winthry mornin', Shane Magroo, who'd
been misthrustin' that them igncrintgrm
macbs, tae polis, were to b3 sint to saize
the muntain sthils, came fly in' along the
hill-soides before dawn, like a rale ioghery
man in a fit.
Ye'U hide the sthills at wanst an' look
out for yoursllves,' chried Shane, as he
hurried from wan place to another. 'Tue
whole consbtabulary av Omagh are afther
yez—bad cess till thim all!' says he.
'Tho saints love ye, Shane Magroo, now
an* lor vor!' says they all, as they wint to
wurruck an' chaited tbe meddlin' Goover'
mint as nate as you plaze, and siut three
loikely min to their long accounts—the
more fool- they to be that anxious to make
so arly an acquaintance with the ould Dj
ludher himself! Now. Leddy Bridget s
thrusted as how it were some inimy to the
aristocracy as had axcesg till their plans
an' proj an' had warned the Sperrin tin
ii:ts av the proposed ra av the conshtabu
larj. An' so she set t.ersilf to find out the
rale truth av it all. an' that wormin' an'
traicherous on' blatherinsr were she (that
I'm willin' to swhear, your Leddyship, that
she must have hoong eels up ut Blarney
Ca«sel) as to beguile our dear Shane Ma
groo into confissing his own complicity in
the matther. Faix. she no sooner worms
it out av him than she runs—the young she
vagabone!— to the authorities and tips
them the wink av her dazzlin* black
"She never loved him!" I cried, irom my
lowly position in the corner. "She never
loved the brave boy I"
"Troth to till, it wad same not, your
Leddyship. Aiven if she did have such a
c.nsait—an' it'll be will knewn that love
has sthrange ways av his own for
showin' himsilf—it wud same that she
loved hersilf an' her station the more. But
her maid, which same at that toiine was
Moreen Mag.nnis, at your sarviss, had the
rare good forcboon to overhear the aivel
young dame's palaverin' w hersilf—or
wid the divil himsilf. which were wan an'
the same thing, I'm thinkm'—an' it's me
sllf as wint tearin' loike a disthracted
Banshee straight to the apartmint of the
Shane Magroo—ye'll be moindin' he lived
in the same cassel wid his decaitful,
gostherin' cuzzin—an' I tould bim the
whole av it. An' here lit me ob3airve to
your Leddyship that that were the onliest
time I lver saw our dear Shane Magroo the
worse for the loss of his timper. He run
his fingers through his curls till they
stood up, iriry biissed wan o' thim, loike
little dayminted rings, «H orer his purty
hid, an' bis beautiful oyes fl isbed fire.
'There's no Delilah that lives,' cr.es he,
as shall stale me strlngth from me an'
thin cry: 'Shane! Shane! The Philistines
be upon ye!' 'God bliss ye. Moreen,' says
he, 'I'm going to Amerik.v the night—an'
it wull be a long day that'll pass before
set fut in ould Ireland again and wid that
he were up an' off wid niver so much as
'be yer lave' to the folks at the cassel.
Blood an' agers, but it were a thunderin
phillal' o that were raised whin the polis
came ridin up' from Oinagh an' divil a
Shane Magroo could bo found in all Sper
rin, at all, at all!"
"And he got safely away, Moreen!"
"It wud same so, your Leddyship i
tbe LedJy Bridgit—"
A noise of footsteps just outside the
shanty brought Moreen's romant story
to an abrupt close. It was Archie coming
back, of course, aud at the knock which
followed upon the sound of approaching
feet, I turned a face wreathed in welcom
ing smiles towards the door. Moreen
started at the knocking, went twiflly to
the box-chair, murmured a few low
words, and then opened the door.
Judge of my dismay when, instead of
Archie, I saw a number of uniformed po
lice men file quickly intothe little room. The
smiles died away on my face, and with
eyes curious as to the future action of tbe
intruders, I lay and watc ted them.
"Shane Magroo was rayportcd to have
left Moira two davs ago," vouchsafed the
spokesman of the parly, "an' it wall be
only good for you. Mistress Maginnis, to
be tellin' us if you have seen him pass this
"Thrue jr you, your Ixlllincy it would
not only be cood for ma but a welcome
sight to me longin' eyes besoide! How
iver, 1 have not seen Shane Magroo pass
That'll be a nate spaich to make," said
another of the men "but we've ordhersto
sairch aitcli an' ivery bouse along the road
to Sperrin. It's knewn in all the counthry
soide as how ivery lasht wan av yez wud
be afther ri-kin' yer lives for the bould
bhoy as bild his own life chape to pertict
ye. So sthand aside. Mistress Mag nnis
and let the law be the best joodge av the
At these words I aro o to my feet and
advance,!, dressed as I was for the jour
ney, to the fireaioo. At my unexpected
appearance the little bock of men stared at
me with eyes full of a lively suspicion.
Moreen, quick to see thi'ir quert oning
glances, drew me close agihi*t tbe box
chair. and, with a startling evasion of
ms, rif aja*ii awrsfflrrr mi,, fir
Tbi*. gintlemln, is L?ddy Mary O Neil,
nuice av the ould Airl o' Tyronne, anil rei
r.tive. be irriage, av the Leddy Bridget
O'Mallory. Her gossoon av a dhriver al
lowed a bit o' the harness to break as her
Leddyship was on her way to Moneymore
E.U' she was obliged to stbay wid me till
mornin'. Ye can ax her Leddyshlo, your
Annets, respectin' her Leddyship's own
knowledge av Shane Magroo, if ye loike."
•Your'Leddyship's sarvant," said the
first spoke-man, with numerous low, re
spectful bows, "but bas your Leddyship
hanced to see tbe young villain, Shane
1 drew my sl'ght American figure to the
hcigiit I deeme I proper for "the naice av
the ould Airl o' Tyronne and said feel
incr perfectly secure in my ign ranee:
•If I hare seen Shane Magroo it is a bit
of know.edge, gentlemen, that I shall cer
tainlv keep to myself!''
'Thin all there's for it, your Leddyship,
wull to begin the ai ch."
'An' don't be dclayiu' wan insthant aith
er. your ixillincies," quoth Moreen. "Faix,
Mother Mug.nnis, your dhudeen's n xt to
impty again—bliss me. but bowexthrava
gant ye'regittin' wid your use o' tobbaccy,
sure! Leddy Mary, would your L«ddysbip
be plaised to sit here beside ould Granny
while the illigant gintlemen that they are
tear the walls uv the house down about
1 accept the stool offered ma and
watch the irate officers of tbe law as
Moreen, with sarcastic tongue, hurls bolt
after bolt of turgid irony at them send
ing shaf'.s of keen mother wit at tho de
fenseless heads—now over my shoulder,
now over her mother's, or through the
caustic medium of her scathing soliloquies
alone. Since she takes care to never ad
dress herself to them |»ersonally or indi
vidually, they do not take it upon them
selves to answer her and I think they are
glad, indeed, to leave the house after a
thorough search has been made and we
are glad, we know, to hear the last clatter
of tbeir horses' hoofs die away in the dis
Moreen makes up my humble couch again
(for even this has been turned topsy-turvy
in the fruitless search) and I go to sleep in
spite of myself. Moreen assures me that
Mr. O'Neill must surely have gone on to
Money mi re with the driver, O'Flaherty,
to see for himself that a fresh horse and
vehicle would be in readiness in the morn
ing, so tha^we might go comfortably on
our way to Bann Ca»tle.
Christmas morn ng in Ireland—shall I
ever forget it! I open my eyes to the
sparkling light of a cheery sunbeam that
reflects itself over and over again in some
tin platters on a shelf just above my bed.
I see tho fire burning on the hearth, smell
the appetizing aroma of the usual roasting
potato, hcai* the bustling about of the busy,
tireless Moreen, and looking towards the
box-chair, discover—yes, as surely ns
live—the figure that looks as much like a
bundle of rags as ever—poor old Granny
Maginnis! Is sho a fixture, then, night
an I day? 1 closa my eyes dreamily and a
pair of lips touch mine. "Archie!" Ipiui
"Christmas gift, yelaxy littlecra'.tber
cries a musical voice above me. "Here
am I wid me arrums full to overflowin'
wid iiligant prisints bought at Moneymore
this blissed morn—and it's tin to wan if y*
have aiven a thought to give to— legs,
but I'm left, the day!"
Oh, Archie, did Idre^m it!"
'Drame it!' says she! "But, there
cushia, ax me an aisy wan!"
"Why, Archie, I mean ail that about
Shane Magroo—and the soldiers! Where
were you, sir, all tnat time? Your wife
was almost iu danger, Archie O'Neill, and
"Was spindin' me last ha'penny on m«
ongrateful little wire! There, there, Mary
mine, don't ye be makin' such awlul eyes
at me! Why, sure, nothing could harm ye,
ye beautiful wan! Wan sight av t.iat
shwate, pittiul face would melt the heart
of a statue o' stone intoireiy J"
It is no use. 1 can never be angry long
at Archie. The rich, tender, mellow tones
of bis voice when he speaks to me are like
some ravishing melo-iy that soothes while
it charms. And witu this Irish voice he
tells me where he has been, and of the
news that bas come to him,that none of his
kinsfolk are at Bann Ctstle, but are
wintering in Dublin. So we need not con
tinue u.'on our fruitless journey, but
hurry across Lough Xeagh and catch the
Belfast steamer bound for Liverpool on the
1 say good-bye to Moreen Maginnis re
luctantly, after having, with his consent,
shared with i er the most of Archie'*
Lhr stiu.ts presents spring into a close
carriage and am driven ra: dly back ovei
the rough road leading to Moneymore.
After all I don't know that I am so deep
ly disapio.nteJ at not see.ng Bann Castle.
Could I bave had my choice, I'd have
chosen rather tbe romantic ep sode of ac
novel a character as that 1 experienced iu
the Maginnis shanty and tho hearing,
with my own ears, the story of the noble
youth who befriended the tenantry at tbe
risk of his life. 1 shall always feel a near
ness to Shane Magroo since I bave chanced
to be iiiixe.1 up in the very search for him
and so I muse and muse and muse.
Out at sea. Our good boat has plunged
through the waves of the North channel
we have dipped down past the Isle of Man,
and Ireland is being left miles upon miles
behind us. My bridegroom's arm is about
me as we sit, sheltered from all human
observance In a curtained nook of the
well-furni^hei cabin of the little channel
steamer. I use the word human advisedly
iu this instance, since I am sure the angels
must b3 near, so inu a state of heaven i
it, and am coutcnt to hear the musical
Irish voice murmuring pretty nothings
and exquisite somethings into my listen
"Whist, Mary, asthore! Wake up, my
darling! Is it asleep that you are!"
"No, indeed. Archie but it seems like a
dream to look back over the last three
days. I shall never forget my Christmas
"And which part of it all seemed the
most wonderful to you, Mary, dear!"
"Honestly, Archie—d«m't laugh—it was,
1 think, to see bow poor old Granny Ma
ginnis sat at her pdht. Do you think it
'Chronic'—what might you mean by
"That ix-chair does she eaer leave it!"
She left it that night you were there,
"That's just what she (ttdn't do, Archi
"Come, now, let mo explain. Can ye
kape a saycrit!" It will have been no
ticed that my liege lord lapses ofttim.-s
unconsciously into tbe modern Celtic.
"Can ye kape a saycrit, cushlal" he re
Far better than money," say I.
"Very well, then. That was not Gran
ny Maginnis who eat in the chair the
'I AM SHANE MAOnOOl"
night tho po 'ce visited tho cabin. The
ould woman sie,tthe n ght at a neighbor's
—the Widow Muldoon's
"Archie O.'Jveill, wh wm i se i?"
Who?' says you. Why, the very man
the nnlice were after, to be sure!"
"What—Shane Magroof Impossible!
How do you know!"
"Because," says the laughing toice
close in my eur, because, me jewel, me
beautiful pearl, I am Shane Magroo!"
KIND words produce their own JJD gi
.n men's souls, and a beaut ful image it Is
They soothe aud quiet and comfort the
hearer. Thev shame 1 im out of his sour,
morose, unkind feelings. We have DO*
yet begun to use kind words in suet
abaadaaoe thajr ought to bo BHi
Stylish E*|I1(K Tailor Oowos sad Row
They Are Made.
The plain atyles of the English tailor
prevail in the street dress. They are
•nore pronounced in their severity and
simplicity than in any season past. The
plain smoothly-fitting bodices which
have been a part of the street gown
for several seasons are retained and
are furnished with plain vests of heavy
corded silk with revers of braiding or
velvet at the sides. The bodice is still
short on the hips and is finished with a
slight point or square tabs at the back.
Such bodices as these form the hotist*
waist for the majority of tailor cos
tume*. though in some instances tailors
are using the short jacket reaching
nearly to the waist line with a clos^fiy
fitted vest which ends at the waist liam
under a gathered First Empire girdh*
This jacket closely resembles the
Zouave jackets worn twenty years ago,
but the corners are square and not
rounding, and they are fitted to the
figure and extend below the waist at
the back. A high collar, as high as
the throat of the wearer will bear, and
a close coat sleeve, are still tic ritjeur.
With either style of ho*»so. w^iisC given
is worn the plain draped fiirzdmrt skirt
previously described and which fashion
able tailors are adopting generally.
The simplicity of cut used this season
will be a relief to the home dressmaker,
who, if she is possessed of any talent
in the art, ean easily model a stylish
gown of cloth and finish it as daintily
and deftly as a tailor's workwoman.
The greatest drawback is in thefttting.
If she is not skillful in this way, it is
far wiser for her to have the bodice of
her gown cut, fitted and basted few her.
It may be a relief to women who are
struggling with home dressmakers to
know that some of the best tailor
make misfits, owing in some cases to
carelessness induced by the rush of
The Directoire polonaise with its
wide revers and tlaring collar is a
popular model for tailor dresses.. En
glish women do not wear an oufeido
wrap with the street gowns, but add
underneath their bodice or polonaise,
a vest of chamois to give additional
warmth. The milder and more equable
climate of England, together with the
fact that English women habituate
themselves to an in-door atmosphere
colder than an American woman would
consider tolerable, renders a heavy
outside wrap superfluous. Linings of
furs, the softest and warmest woolen
wraps must be resorted to in our coun
try to counteract the dangers of taking
cold in stepping from the dry atmos
phere of a furnace-heated house into
the chill air of a winter's morning.—
Bamum Tliln*« •.earnrd by Farmer
Thirty Yesra' Experience.
A farmer who has had trouble with
"jumping fences," as he terms it, says
he stopped it by nailing a horseshoe on
each front foot of the cow or steer.
But he should have been more explicit.
Jumping fences are a great nuisance
on a farm, and it seems to me that a
well-set post and rail fence won't jump
very high. When the earthquake hap
pened about two years ago all of my
fences running east and west jumped
so as to throw the corners all awry
and leave most of the top rails on the
tops of the stakes, and many were
thrown ofT. But this was not an ordi-.
nary kind of jumping fence. Those
who are troubled with the common
kind might try the horseshoe plan.
What is the best fence? I have long
sought to find this out and have tried
the old-fashioned worm fence, staked
or double-staked and ridered: the post
and-board fence and the post-and-rail
fence, with morticed posts and rails
flattened and pointed at the end.
have some miles of fence on my farm
and have constant trouble with thf
fences, all but about half a mile o!
solid post-and-rail fence made of chest
nut posts and five rails to each panel.
The rails are ten leet long. This fence
stands firmly the heaviest winds df.
not move it no cattle or horses try to
jump it, it being five feet high and
from former experience, dating back
thirty years, I know such a fence will
last as long as this, if properly made.
It is cheap. The posts are split sap
lings about ten years old and eight
inches oil the split face. The holes are
bored with a boring machine and two
inch auger, two holes being made fivt
inches apart from outer edges and the
wood between them is cut out with a
post axe having a blade two inches
wide. Two men will hole one hundred
posts a day and will set up the one
hundred panels of fence in three days,
costing thus seven cents a panel for
setting the fence. And when it is set,
it is set for years without need for re
pair or almost daily watching and put
ting up as with the common rail fence.
The best thing to do with jumping
and breachy animals is to have good
fences, so that when they are young
the animafs will not learn to jump or
throw down the fences. Bad fences
make breachy and unruly stock.—N.
SHORT FASHION NOTES.
BliiU and SanMllom Concerning the Lat
est Novelties In Ir«M.
There is an endless variety of tea
Black hats and bonnets will be wort
by every one.
Bridal toilets are trimmed with pur
The latest brides' dresses mm made
up in armure silk.
Pink, green, moss, absinthe, and
claret are the colors of the hour.
Lace holds its own as the favorite
trimming for evening dresses.
English walking dresses are made
quite short, but retain the bustle.
Triple capes are a feature on long
redingotes worn as capes this season
There is quite a revival of the fashioi
of wearing morning or breakfast caps,
Dress bonnets are made quite flat to
the head, with light aigrettes set iu
lace on top.
One of the novelties this season le
the decoration of seal caps with bunches
Dresses for little girls are made up
of bright plaided stuff in combination
with plain ones.
A new hat made for the daughter of
Queen Isabella is of black velvet and
is heavily embroidered with gold and
The latest La Tosca sticks have a
cavity in the top, in which a pen, ink,
and pencil and a small roll of paper
may be carried. Tbe utensils are held
iu place by the head of the stick,
which screws on.
An evening dress for a debutante is
made of polka spotted pink silk, with
pink crepe bordered with green velvet
points edged with small gold heads.
It is a novel idea, yet very pretty, and
gives a youthful effect.—(Mcaao New*
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