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THE THIBUNE, t - ' At- % CARNESVI LE ’ FRAWKLIN COUNTY, GA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH. 18,1891. 1 1 Cl S* f nwi tr 5 7 \ s 2-m t MX < 4 »> J m La mm .V V l/T'v T P ■# b D*r vf X,\\ >' *.:j i 1 l Vi Km iffi a g 0 Tv >/7 / \ w ‘I»\ ies.* X / s - \ A' ■ ' Ira k . — O m / v ffl&t ’ / nil m \S • > Vtf b Is x \\\ \ % 1 #x 5 n % \1 X xM .I ws&sr L IF -5S» " / i L h ■X' “tv Kok veaus saveet Erin’s harp’s bee* And SADLY UESGtNd as toe storied snakes were fa CAllEXCK TO HER SOYC.U*'. WEARY & EVER BANISHED, WOE; : E’en so wild mf, grim British rule . , DETHRONE; BtTT SOON HER VOICk. Wlfet. jtrSE is? And on that day (when all her ills JOYOUS SIXQISG, , i JIAVE VANISHED) Axd tell “St. Patrick’s bade tiiiJ X; Our Klin freewill be—our idved, GLOOM TO GOl” X our OWN! V ..— ■fcX'CS- ■t., ~zS- ' t ----- TIM FARLEY’S DAUGHTER A STORY OF A FOUR LEATFO SH.SAIROCK, BY ROB F. WARS, I. [Copyrijjlit by American rre . j Association.] n: RErfye goin’ $ *)ghr, (^mackerel iTffi?" “I don’t know l&A yet. Mike Hur- XAji : HfiijJtanxmen -f,\ley says that the / P lwere who Wgjh out last night sav. T plenty of signs. But W morrow'll be Pat- J?:’ rick’s Day, and I don’t think the ^.r 35 ' crew'would care to fish to-night.” “The better the day the better the deed,” said the first speaker, who was a coastguard at the pretty little haven of Glandore, The fisherman to whom ho was speak- and jealous to land the first mackerel of the season every year. Addressing tho he said: .. “I don't know about that, Mr. Hen- nessy, 1 don't think it's lucky to go fishing of a St. Patrick’s night, an’ I’ll wait till after mass to-morrow.” “Please yourself, Tim; but tho Car- thys are going out, and if you lose the first haul this season you’ll have to find four leaved shamrock fo keep you* ' ' ' luck.'’ ■ And so saying the coastguard turoeil from his cbtapanion and crossed over to the station at Union Hall, a romantic hamlet across the creek. Tills con- versation made Tim Farley unhappy, Just then one of his tnehi ^ me along, %dy! he said to him: An’ did ye hear that Ned is goin' out today?” “Yes, Tim. Anlv’tisn’fc much luck have to go fishin’a Patrick’s night.” “Right you are, Tady,*’ said the skip-’ considerably relieved by this opin- ‘But tell the boys to be ready, for start after first mass in the morn- Farky descended to thobbat slip, and a few moments he had sculled him- to where iho Scilly Belle was lying the quay. ^ Here he found his daughter, who said him: . . “I heard you I’m were going out today, and afraid you would'have luck to go fishing of a Patrick’s “Never fear, my girl. Tim goin’ to break the saint’s day. get into the punt and scull me . And this beautiful girl of 18 took solitary oar in her hands and made boat fly across the narrow strip of It made a very pretty picture— old man thoqgktfnlly sitting in the and the will *my toon of Noo^-m gracefully i wpi 1—kward mdXm- Ard MikeChUt**, ctf UnJonHrfl, so too, as lie looked at tho fleet- punt arid the sculler, and said to “If only my father would let me marry girl I'd ask for her in the morn- Next morning the clouds lowered to the westward, and on the coastguard station the “storm cone"’ flying. It argued ill for the essay the Scilly Belle to the mackerel But long before the chapel in the glen beyond had rung out the early mass Nora Farley had to the pathways for her shamrocks, she was fortunate, too, for among she discovered a little sprig of foiW leaved shamrock. And she said to herself: “Father will be lucky^tliis season. But I mustn’t tell anybody I found it tho charm will be broken.” And straight¬ way within tho bosom of her dre-s she ^id the four leaved talisman. By noon time the fishing fleet had gone to thg fishing ground. Mike Collin3 3tole Nora: up to tho Fariej* cotfer K ^and ^ said to “Nora, I’m afraid the boats will hare a rough time of it to-night.” And she replied, looking under her great eyelashes: “I’m afraid so, Mr. Collins. But ’tis a blessed day to begin the fishing, and I’m tlrinking no harm will come to them.” ’ r Tlie next day showed that the storm signal Was not uselessly hoisted. A full blasted equinoctial Was blowing, and the fisher folks at Glandore and Union Hall began to grow anxious. In little groups the women huddled together be- side the pier and whispered words of ^one V oufnot one g l * St; tbeu Ao. a joineu lie a.rnghted throng at Bmon Hab slip, one had come aro " nd tllc ^dge beyond Heap but no oign or foar sho..,v 8 d s_ie. . ae laughed <' ir - iet .y «*nd said: ^ b > T uie ^ ° n ^£, aid ^ a breeze as this. Why, last May, when , gretiu storm was here, none of our folks were lest. But this time unfortunately „ i.ora was not a true prophetess; for as she was speaking there came through the naiTOW ****** s mouth under foresail the fish- ^ &mack Meta. Her mainsail had ->een Mown to ribbons and the jigger mast M e overboard. The .group of womenfolk hastened .o the point on the Hall side, where tho water was and ^ Mt Fr0 “ her f they c-rpwged mto the-punts . , and sculled 1 toward the (Usably boat. Nora, foremost among them, »aid. . ^ ed Any newS of the other , ><>atsr ‘ ‘ ■ • \ * . w _ | J t 111? . ^rt'Vrn ^y ^ // \/ ■ -op Wx' /j /j I A \ * Wjl ^ 1 , I ■ i • >- - A ' ~ : ^pj v j ia e^ £ / iff/f l * -r— ///fi/J ■SsiW i ? ' _ ;^r- ^ j tuxm « *oar war. ^ "Ay*, ayf* eanw f*c»n the Ashtog boat. Soon the wonaen 'earned that afi seven boats had. strack t e fish and had just begun to haul when the atom burst upon them. Entir; strings of nets were carried away, and one man waa knocked overboard from the Meta by the mainsail boom. “But,” interrupted _ the women, “where are the others?” “Somoof them ran ito Baltimore,” replied Ned Carthy; “bn the Scilly Belle hung onto her nets and we lost sight of ker.”*$ Soon the flotilla of sm; 1 boats was at the shore again, where Mike Collins joined the excited vfllag rs. When the ertent-of thr actual loss of " —* VOLUME. XVI NO. 9. the Meta and the imcertabity of the faS | ; of the other vessels were made known a despairing murmur ran through the crowd. For it meant ruin to tho Cartby of family, and perhaps also to tho famflieg the other skippers. Then young Col¬ lins came to and said: KwuSl. < wm Ml Afi m iki i ! - % SP KM m r R i 0VV>< u “IT WILL give YOU luck.” si^ntSooner » hatdire0ti0nth0 •« Well,” continued her admirer, Kirlsale “I ^ telegragb t oBaltimore and at oncej ancl let you what news tliere is th0 moraen t x ge t a reply.” “You are very good. But there is not any feaT for til0 s c flx y Belle with Tim p arley at ^elm.” And walked calmly to her home, In the mean ^ me y OUng Collins had tel » ^ hed to the two principal rif fishing ne ws of the missing S ^ jn less than an honr receive aTJgwer that five of them had arrived / Baltimore, but tfrere was no new from the gcilly Belle. Later in t ^ e da ^ ] ie } iear d further that she was but that it seemed an ^ impossibility for her to live out the gale. waS , sad news; but before reassur- ^ ^ othcfg of thQ safety of their fiends lie liastened to Nora, “Well, Mr. Collins, have you good news for me?” - * “Five of replied the boats are at Baltimore, alt safe,” Collins, “And the Scilly Belle?” cried Nora. “What of her? Have yon no news?*’ “Not a word, save that when she was last seen she was riding to her nets in the storm J’ “In that case they are safe,” said the girl triumphantly. . _ the Collins girl's was puzaled; and but she he stloa q£jmr(Xl there, courage, as in hand, with the wild breeffes streaming her hair, she looked oxceed- ingly beautiful, and he was more in love til3n evcr - He was convinced that her was lost, and inspired by the oc- casion he went closer to her and said earnestly, abruptly: “Nora, will you be my wife?” The young giri looked at him half frightened. Collins continued: “God o:.ly knows mb&L haghapyenad to tbeSciUy Belle. May be grant that she is rate. But AodML the wont h^firti, yon know how X tone yam, end I weald try to make yon ba ^ff. 1 * “Mr. Coflins," gcodHo replied the giri, “yon have been me. But I cannot an- swer that question until I see my father. See here,” and she took her boeo m the sprig of shamrock, found that before mass ye s terd ay mondng, and I have prayed to the saint for my father’s safety. I will not give up hope until his body until is washed ashore. Until then or after his return you must not ask me that question. Yes, I do love you, Mike.” “God bless you, my darling,” said Collins, as she permitted him to imprint upon her lips the first kiss of love. And then taking up the glass again they alternately examined the sea in - - - *•« t «-« —■» r> a tj £%. i vain, for no boat was in sight. Just- then some neighbors called, ami the h?$>- pj lover went toward tbewiliafre. As he was descending ho heard Nor«A voice shouting to him. and down the hill, followed by hr ■ crying as she ran, “Site's lost i DT- ~B, and is being blown toward the rock:- Taking the glass in his hands she young man saw the troth:and then Sara, who was now thoroughly ronstxi, said ?-o him: “Save my father and I will be fo-jr wife tomorrow. ATKffhero, lake this wills yon, Mike,” riio added, taking the fotsr leaved shamrock from her breast ar&’ banding it to him: “itr will giro yon l^ak* The neighbors were astonished. A Mike Collins took the four green lesux* from her hand and pressed thorn to his lips, saying: “By this blessed emblem IeW&ir *&■. save your father, Nora, oc I shall die with him.” And now they wore at tir> clip, and la* storm howled dismally. Bet the yc*ir» man at once sprang into a small bos* and said, as a boy was »te^i>iag into ih “Let no one aocoinp vny nu>—it » in* dangerous." And ho wua preparing: «» push off ’Hum Nora rushed totheslip&.-vhL and, jumping into the boat, cried: “I will go, Mike; wo can save him <«c die together.” LiJro an arrow that frail boat sped through the storm tossed harbor thnjopeniug. Every eye was upon them now, when suddenly a mighty shout wont up:i!n*» the shore, and, turning round, Nora>«MT the Scilly Belle dismantled, birt -vritirber rudder intact, scudding around Ihe poixrfc into the smooth water. In a few moments Nora and Coltias were ulcmgdde. ftnatwiiat waa their as^ tonishinent t« find the deck coveredTirtttl fish. Tom Farley last his masts, buU. hu held on to his nets and made the*, flab “haul” of the season, and for“tharsno« meat the death of Cartby was. forgotttn in the joy of this wonderful escape. Nora was shortly afterward. cxaGBfei to her lover. Visitors to Giawirufc 4M pointod out .tho house whero-Uhs. M> lins, tho lirave fisherman’s datighew. lives; and today, with her chSSaaa around her, she is as beautiful aud>a;ito- as was she when she found tho t*&r- leaved ehamrock many vears-ago. FATHER AXD SON. BY ERNEST JASROLD, AUTHOR OP TS* “3CICKJSY SINN PAPERS.” (Cc^Jyrisht by American Press AsSDciw.:on.3 fit. Patrick' 3 Flay in the morning o» the hills ofXovjy. I was passing tbrougli tho hamlet of jLjsnllig wbna a w^3 preservod man of about seveutyffive jumj^d ovor the diix‘b at the side-ofthe road and approached me'eagerly. B3b face contained a question, and yet he Beemed afraid to speak. “Well, sir,” said I, “what can I do ft yon?” “Axin’ paardon, yer but you’re u Yankee?'’ said he in a hesitating manner, "You're right,” I replied, “I am an American." “I kn«-‘W it by the way you walked. All ye Yankees have an independent way wid ye, as if ye didn’t care for man «r blast, landlord or ai'int. But tell this? Did 3*ou see my Patsey in Amcr* ica? He’s a fine, lug lad. Patrick O'Brien is his name, :md he's gtmo from us this fiye y«irs. Five years this vury Patrick's Day Fm afther Fakin’ him to the station at Tralee, whin ho sailedJor tho land they tell is next to hesvs*. But come in the house; me wife ’ud bo glad to see ye.” I followed the old man into his small but comfortable cottage, and was intro¬ duced to Mrs. O’Brien. The invitation of tho old couple wr.s so hcartyandj^B- eere that I decided to remain oveeraabt with them. I learned during tba>duy that O'Brien owned twenty acre* of land, and that he was in fairly eota&wto- blo circumstances. A quarter of I^tpa was boiled, and a substantial meal*Jn~ eluding a dish of heather honey, than which no .mor i delectable dainty-ease? tickled the palate of man, was pksGed before me. - / r/j if -.! J mm >.v topi v£a UN h wr rrfp DANCED A HORNPIPE ON THE HEARTH¬ STONE. These attentions were the natural-out¬ come of universal Irish hospitality, bat I think that Mrs. O’Brien was more than usually gracious to me, because she thought that perhaps I had brought Mm the land tidtzqp beyend of her boy Xfctoftto^ive TMflMk from the •HHMMdes of tho «MRHHprri oi Apwfca by comparison^ and Med to vuk» pba to them how nan iitovras the Chance of my meeting Patrick. But I could see by their faces that I bad failed. At night, when the lamps vers jit / and we.three sat around the he-.-th in the soft glow of the turf fire,-/ Brien told fairy tales and, old as he wr. •, danced a hornpipe on the hearthstone to the tune of a most peculiar hummin;. uttered by his wife. But the conversa on always drifted to the boy. The vicious March wind swept the wattled chimney and imps ed to the embers a roseate glow as Iff. O’Brien bitched hie chair closer to nri e, and be¬ gan to give voeal expression to the yearn¬ ing of his heart to see hi: only son. “Five years ago this Patrick's Day,” he Ttltl Ffsgtv