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Show jut Boys and irl$... EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. i hl, drrnrtTnent is conducted solely in the Inter- nf our p!rl and boy readers. I tFt4unt Busy 1s jr'ad to hear any time from the . , rul nephews who read this page, and to give I nl"ct (h-1 advice and help In her power. I ,hTVrit' on one side of the paper only. I Do --ot have letters too lone. I OrVi' f:torips and verses WH be gladly received I .nd crffury edited. The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will I I h. j-.-tnrn-'d. ! I Across nil MtTS to Aunt Busy. Intermountaln j icnlt L-.ko Hty. f 1 THE AGENT'S SON. i -Smv ilifro'll be a pattern at Liscanor tomor- I row. Mi IrcJa. and, oh, ye must drive in from f tk bip li"" to Pee e never saw the likes in tC wnrbl. There will be ropes of green leaves f (.ros;i the roiute and colored flowers in every win- dow; Hii'l the prirls and boys will have on their i.ft'cl"ihes. 'ure nicself will wear the lovely rib-j rib-j t,0n vc i roupht me from Dublin, Hiss; and sweets " mid rnh- will be sold everywhere. Biddy Casey, j j tlf jippV' woman, has a new cap for it, and her I trplcs BIV P! Pa"sh: and we will have ' 5 s dan'''1 and plenty of diversion.'' ( -Bur. Moya, you will be tired after haymaking. ? i fA pt'ttinir up so early in the morning to help in t f dairy-' I j -A whist. Miss; vc know not what we can do as 'j 1 Vn? .v'' 'li,ve om? Tom Malone, the fid- I I jj?T. will be there, and my own bouchal (boy), j 1 pB(idy : "d do ye think I'd minfl work when I think ,,;'ilit!iat. Sorra a bit, Miss. When I come back. ' IS sleep well on the clean wisps of sweet hay that i j put en the floor, for sorra a bed I have since the ' 1 captainbad luck to him burned them on us. ' Bdt I 1 plorybe to (iod. 1 don't mind that. 1 have enough ?o ate and drink as long as ye are here, and, maybe. i ome day f 11 see America. Sure. I'd never be so 1 i poor if ye and your father lived at the Manor; but ) the aeent. Captain "Wells, he took everything from ik Thorm in Dial (the devil take him) excuse me. Mif. for swearinV 'Oh. Moya. you musn't speak like that. He is rot a kind man, but he has his good points only hp doesn't understand us Irish." j I -Well, maybe, your ladyship's right. Miss. ; I Maybe that's so; but only for Father White he I wouldn't be in England now." Why. Moya?" ! "Because, Miss, someone here would have done for him and his wicked ways. When the captain came to the cabin one winters day. 'Where's the j n'nt ' said he. 'Divil a know. Sir,' says I, savin' your presence. Miss. 'We have nothing but the clothes we stand in, and the beds we sleep in,' says 1 I, 'snd only for the Soggarth, God bless him, we'd i starve.' ' "The Soggarth be damned,' says he. 'Damn yourself,' says I. 'He's a gimleman, I vA a holy man. And what are ye? What about. J the ?odger who flogged ye out in Inja I Sure every mm the barony knows about ye, from ould Kavey, v orderly, who bears the mark of your whip on foiace yet.' "Well, ye will go to the workhouse,' says he. f Til have no priest keeping paupers on mv land.' : "Tour land,' cays I 'Sure it belongs to a re-5 re-5 ?pee:able gentleman, and none of yer upstarts.' savs M. ' ' "Oh. Moya, I'm sorry you spoke like that. Don't you we you were only injuring yourself? Papa, 1 eid sure, would be angry with you, too." , f "But it's God's own truth. Miss Brenda. Well. ' t hp ordered his men to drag me poor father out of J he cabin, and leave him on the road. Sure the j j- snow was feet deep and he was paralyzed for the li:?t year. And thin before I could do anything they sets fire to the cabin and me two feather beds that belonged to me grandmother were all ablaze. '"Come to me this evenin',' says he, 'and I'll give ye tickets for the workhouse.' '"That night me father died from cold and j weakness. Sure he was in that bed for four years, hen he was pulled out and left there in the snow j for hours to die, for all the other cabins were burn-I burn-I A the week afore, and the nearest neighbors were I :!i Quiltys. I "I was with sorrow and trouble, Miss, and with I never a soul to help me, till a gossoon ran for the priest. It took the boy a couple of hours to get 'hc-rc. hrA then Father White came ridin' back as I a? his horse would carry him. He prepared me lather for death, and then took off his own coat I iA wrapped it round him, and lifted him on his j and tore his waistcoat in wide strips to tie father on. Then he started to lead the horse to- ttirds hnmc, holding me ould darlint with the other hA. "When they came to his Reverence's house, he put to bod. and given hot milk and whisky to nn him; and Father White got the doctor but , '-a iio use. He died, the doctor said, of exposure. I Jas I was. j "'Xmv,' says the Soggarth, 'Moya, forgive yer I F'1'' n'd .nd don't talk of revenge. Yer father for-Cav'' for-Cav'' the captain, and ye will, too,' says he. "Xever. your Reverence, never,' says I. 'To bow us v f;it her out in the snow, and burn all we had in the cabin I'll never forgive him. Sir don't me.' v viil not ask ye,' says he. 'only look1 at Our 1 I'l'.-d I...,v 8he cry 0 ((h to punish the j ciurd.nrv ,,f hf.r Son? No. she prayed that they K.pht be fmgivon. and endured her sufferings. I 'i!ch v., r.' greater than any other human being's. I A'l'l she v. the sorrowing Mother of God. Won't I UivuWi- ;, pray like she did? Shame on ye, I J";a lie. "shame on -ye.' I . .(,;;' time. Father,' says I. 'I'll try. Bui I ra!' ' !., it :i,,v; for don't you Tnow that the Irish f 'v"r i""-e: a kindness, and never forgive an in- 1 llrr- ' I 'V, I'll try to plase ye, sir,' said I. , 1 "' ii. Mi Brenda, his Reverence got me my I !'.!3.;'!i: l.h(- the host he could, God bless him. I lunch.' said he, 'but wheu Miss Brenda and i r'l come hack they will do something for I p' a-n't your mother foster-mother to Miss I r'rf'"'il! '" N". 1 haven't forgiven the Captain. Miss. I ri'l i" ''i' ard I never will." I oV 17 -''a. he told us that when his boy lay I th'Iur 1 :''u'r vou Wl're tne "v plT t'ie Pa"su .nat w"nid intend to him until the nurses came frr'i Tu!li." ."Whi.!,., Mis.. ,n vc think I'd visit the Cap-if Cap-if (i(,!; ,,n t1(1 ptirtv 30V What did he do to 2' a all. at all? Sure, he'd onlv have the nurses of"" , W:,s :h1,,,,P- The darlint, he was that fond hirn'-ii Wiw lim n"ie wePs 'ss' an t0 "hoi! !i 1,1,1 '11. lllf fari(s to make him 'auSh an BhJ I f'r'l) U1) 'n tne c't' an tne sto,;y ur amjT' -ii(!y and St. Joseph looking for a cabin. 'diori' tlly ooul only pet a stable' fiod help and 1 : uanfl tlia1 lllcrc tle IIoly Baby was born, fJh- how he loved it! And I told him of the tr great Kings that came to see the little Child; : " 'i I, . - v - i I Vi;. ,v. , I ?C I t vj f ,s i - f i- hp v i r i I a - , , I ' v - -: - . i Group of Aunt Busy's Little Nieces. and of the great star that shone for them every night, and led them through the big countries up to the stable. And the jewel says he, 'when I'm well again 1 11 go up to town to see that Crib, with the Holy Virgin and her little Baby.' Sure I cried my eyes out the day they took him to France. 'Tis wanner there, the doctors say, and the sweet crav-thur crav-thur gave me his gold locket, with his picture inside in-side it. Allana,-! pray for him every night." "And didn't the captain pay you well for all vou did, Moya ?" "Pay me, is it ? Pay me, Miss Brenda ? Do you think so little of me as to believe I'd touch a penny of his money? Money from him ? blood monev him, me father's murderer?" "Oh, no. Moya, he's not that." "Yes, Miss; that, and nothing else. He killed mv father just as sure as if he fired a gun at him, or run him through with his big sword. "The purty darlint writes to me; but says he's not better, and will be coming back to Ireland soon-Sure, soon-Sure, 'tis I will make him a nice cream cake; he loved it. God bless and save him." "1 have had a letter from the captain. Moya, and he says he has taken Master Charles to Lourdes. as he begged to be taken there. Was it you who told him about that place?" "I did, Miss. I told him of the beautiful Lady, the Mother of God, who appeared to a little girl, and that she cured people who went there and praved." "We all wondered how he knew about it." "God help ye poor Protestants, Miss; but sure he may. He is so merciful. But, God be praised, I never thought the captain would do that take the boy to Lourdes and the way he cursed the priest." "But I'm sorry to say. Moya, that Master Charles is not cured. He is coming home to die, I am afraid." "Ah, I see it now. Miss, why he wasn't cured, I see it now." "And why, Moya?" "Ah, Miss, alanna. Our Lady wants him for her garden of souls. A pure white lily, she doesn't want to leave him here to be soiled the darlint. Sure, he has the kiss of God on his face." "What is that, Moya ?" "The dimple. Miss. It always means the kiss of God. When did ye say he was coming, Miss?" "Very soon, Moya I will read you some of the captain's letter. " I have taken Charlie to Lourdes, but he is no better, though he seemed to be greatly impressed by what he saw there. He begs to be taken back to Ireland; and if it is not asking too much of you. Miss Brenda, will you try to have Moya at the house on our return? He longs so for her and her pretty stories, he says. I regret now that I did not think of getting her to come with him when we left for France, as she was so good to him, and he had become be-come so attached to her. He also desires to know more of the Virgin and the Crib; and though I do not believe in Catholicism, yet I will not interfere, with his wishes. Perhaps Father White will come and instruct him in the faith that Moya has taught, him to love.' " "Glory be to God, Miss Brenda. And that man cursed the priest." "Xow, Moya, I am sure you will forgive the captain, won't you ?" "Ah, here's his Reverence," Miss. Tell him the news." i.Ti ?i t :.. u: r.. ' IJlll WOll l you iiugitc mm. Jiu,)ai "Don't speak of that now, miss. I'm full of joy thinking of my purty boy. Sure he'll spend his Christmas in heaven, Miss Brenda, and among tho roses that are there, there'll be n"uy of his own, for sure the Soggarth says the prayers of - children ascend as roses to heaven, and I caught him all the prayers I knew." "Don't cry, Moya, don't cry. Oh. Father White, she is crying for joy, but she is still unforgiving.'-' "Ah, Father, I can't forgive him." "But, my child, you must forgive. 'Tis of the captain you are speaking. Miss Brenda! is it not? Well, Moya, you now see God's powerful and beautiful beau-tiful ways." "I know, yer Reverence; I know. God has II is own means to gain a soul. If my father God rest his soul! were alive, 1 couldn't have left him to nurse Master Charles; and sure 'tis his poor soul that praying for the captain and for me. I'll come to nurse him, the darlint. I'll come." Eleanor Fitzgerald in Sydney (Australia) Freeman's Journal. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Dear Nieces and Nephews: Aunt Busy this week presents a group of dear little girls, who will appear in the grand concert which will be given next - month at the Salt Lake theatre for the benefit of the Kearns St. Ann's Orphanage. Or-phanage. Besides appearing in this j concert the little girls attend choir practice all during the year and sing every Sunday in the choir. They are pretty little girls, Americans, of course, but German descent. They have sweet blue eyes, pretty red cheeks and plump dimpled little figures. They really are sweetly pretty litle girls, but what is best, they are good little girls. By this Aunt Busy means that they have pretty, kindly, respectful manners. They are always polite to their teachers, and kind to their little friends. Aunt Busy is very proud of them and thinks that their good parents pa-rents should be proud of them too. She hopes that all little girls will join the choir and sing every Sunday in the new cathedral. Take a good look, dear nieces and nephews, at Aunt Busy's "rosebud garden" of little Geislers, the two oldest being twin girls. Lovingly, AUNT BUSY. |