Light O' The Morning

hen, Mi

, Ha

the masther goin

nnah? Father is never

ah. She spoke in a dubious v

, with what is called a bedgown over it; the bedgown was made of striped calico, yellow and red, and was tied in at the waist with a broad band of the same. Hannah's hair was strongly i

" she said, "it's I t

could utter a word Hann

h," said Nora in

childer I hear calling me. C

er end of an adjacent field a cabin made of mud, with one tiny window and a thatched roof. Hannah was making for the cabin

ruins, and had been given up a long time ago to the exclusive tenancy of the bats, the owls, and rats so large and fierce that the very dogs were afraid of them. In the tower at night the neighbors affirmed that they heard shrieks and ghostly noises; and Nora, whose bedroom was nearest

t have come to her from a Spanish ancestor. So also did the delicately marked black brows and the black lashes to her dark and very lovely blue eyes; but the clear

, then, shading her eyes from the westerly sun by

to a rough-looking, somewhat slatter

th parlor,

s leaped up at her with expressions of rapture, and girl and dogs careered with a wild dance across the great, broad hall in the directi

ar! and have I distu

on a very old and hard sofa, rose with a quer

he most tiresome girl in the world. I have been two hours trying to g

e knee, and looked with her rosy face into the worn and faded one of the elder woman. "He

m figure, and finally her eyes rested on the laughing, lovely face.

ard the last

y last things, mo

e lent him. It is the queerest thing; but the mortgagee means to foreclose, as he calls

mother's hand in hers, and

more of the beloved land, every sod of which I love. We certainly do seem to be

what,

county, and that there is scarcely an Englishman across the wat

said Mrs. O'Shanaghgan; "and pl

She laid her soft head down on the sofa,

here all, all my life. You belong to father, and you belong

solate and God-forsaken place on the earth. It is true I have become accustomed

rent from this," said the girl, a cloud

. O'Shanaghgan. "It is a great trial to

here now, we are quite cozy together. Tell me o

times, she was never tired of listening to the history of a trim life of which she knew absolutely nothing. The orderly, well-dressed servants, the punctual meals, the good and abundant food, the nice dresses, the parties, the solid education, the discipline so foreign to her own e

ht, telling it with a little more verve eve

tiful old tim

ing to her brows, and an angry feeling for a moment visiting

ch; but, Nora dear, although I love my husband

started to her feet. At that moment loud, strong st

orning? Where have you

ds with a sort of gasp of rejoicing, and t