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Number 352.
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EVERY STORY IN THIS SERIES IS COMPLETE.
~ GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
A STORY OF THE COUNTY CORK,
BY CHRISTINE FABER.
[For Redpath's Weekly.]
ISS CATHARINE CARBERRY was rather a proud young
i woman, at least according to the neighbors’ account, who
judged her by her expensive and well-fitting dresses and by her re-
served demeanor, though what she had to justify her in holding her,
self so much aloof no one could tell, unless it were great expecta-
tions from an uncle, a Counsellor Carberry, to whom she and her
sister were beholden for all they had. But, even these expectations
might not be realized, as her cousins, the Steels, who lived in the
very heart of the city of Cork, were known to be objects of favor in
the eyes of the counsellor, and on the vulgarly expressed principle
that ‘*those who have a goose, will get a goose,” it was to be pre-
sumed that the Steels being already rich, would be made more so by/
a large remembrance in the counsellor's will. ‘That was how somy
of the neighbors talked when they were exasperated by Miss
berry's little recognition of themselves, They even put up
Dooty, a half-witted, but, for all that, remarkably shrewd fellow, fo
follow her one day as she was going into town, They knew that his
cunning brain would devise something not entirely conducive to her
evident self-importance, and having given him the start they were
quite willing to leave the rest to himself, But Bill, though not
averse to shattering Miss Carberry’s pride, had a very warm spot in
his heart for Miss Carberry's sister, little Anne Carberry, who had a
kind word for everybody, and made no pretensions to the style her
\-gister adopted, and for that reason he couldn't be very hard on Miss
j
“\~ 4 Carberry’s self.
}le followed her, and that, to be sure, was Iudicrous enough, for
he kept directly behind her, stepping into the very places that her
own daintily-shod-feet pressed, and he maintained all the time such
a mock solemnity of visage that his very look alone was provocative
of mirth, .
Twice she turned and looked with angry scom at the tall, un-
gainly, shambling, ill-dressed figure, but her looks had no effect. He
maintained his course, and his own solemn expression, At last, as
they were nearing the town, and her temper was roused to an un-
controllable degree, she stopped suddenly, and turning round stood
looking at him for a full minute, She was too angry even to speak.
He merely stopped also, and folding his arms, stood looking at her
as solemnly as ever.
The ludicrous contrast that the pair presented was attracting,
what to Miss Carberry, was most unpleasant attention for others,
who, like herself, were going in to town, and with an indignantly
muttered ; -
“Don't attempt to follow me again.”
She took the other side of the road. Bill seemed to obey, for he
did not cross after her, and satisfied when he did not do that, she did
not take the trouble to ascertain whether he might be following her
from adistance. So she went on, graceful and pretty enough, for
all her airs, and as she came into sight of a group of young fellows
the color in her cheeks became brighter, and the modest drooping of
her eyes somewhat significant ; but, just as she reached them, Bill
Dooty thrust himself before her, and looked into her face with the
air of a horsedealer examining an animal’s mouth for the signs of
his age; then he fell back, exclaiming, with great gravity :
« Faith, she’s very genteel, but no ways handsome!”
It was hard to blame the young men for laughing a little, for there
was something so irresistibly funny in Bill's manner, and it some-
how conveyed that the subject of his satire was not undeserving of
the same.
But Miss Carberry was furious, She raised her handsome eyes
and darted a look of withering indignation on every one of the
party, and then drawing her pelisse more closely over her shoulders,
resumed her way.
The end of that way lay into one of the better class of homes in
the town of Bandon, and Miss Catberry was made very welcome by
a young woman of her own age, and an elderly woman with very
sharp, wrinkled features, Shortly after the circle was increased
by a male gmember of the family ; a male member whose face had
all the sharpness, without the wrinkles, of his mother's countenance,
and eyes expressive, it is true, but to one skilled in reading eyes,
rather too expressive of self-interest. His form, however, was tall
and well proportioned, and it was evident that proud Miss Carber-
ry’s heart had gone quite into his keeping.
Of course, he walked home with her, talking lover's nonsense all
the way, and, of course, like most girls in love she thought it
was a very clever conversation. He would not enter the house
with her, however, because he knew little Anne Carberry couldn't
bear him, since he said Jarvis, the magistrate, had done right in
sentencing widow Cahalan’s son. .
+ No, I'll say good evening here, Catharine, and don't fail to
come to mother's next Monday.”
+
NEW YORK—
— OUR IRISH COUN SHOR
FOR THE WEEK ENDING AUGUST 23, 1383,
NX
There was quite an understanding between Anne Carberry and
Bill Cooly, and why shouldn't there be when Bill was Anne's faith-
ful slave ?. He would have walked all the way to Cork on his knees
to serve her, and woe betide any man, woman, or child, who in his
hearing said a word against her. But nobody did, or would, for
she was a homely-faced, old-fashioned, but cheerful and tender-
hearted girl, whom every beggar in the parish blessed, and every
neighbor loved.
There was one understanding between the pair ; an understanding
that made them both sad, and that was in reference to Gatherine's
attachment. Both Anne and Bill detested the object of it, Henry
rowley ; the one because of the heartless sentiments he had unwit-
tingly betrayed in her hearing, the other because, half fool as he was
deemed to be, he had read the sneaking, treacherous, miserly char-
acter of Crowley. And, being among the boys—no gathering of
the latter was complete without him—he heard much to convince
him in his own preconceived opinion of the suitor. It was even
almost openly reported that Crowley courted Miss Carberry for her
great expectations, but that rumor might have been circulated by
jealous, but honest Bill Murray who was known to love Miss Car-
berry to distraction. |
Anne had done all she could to dissuade her sister from receiving
Crowley’s attentions, citing every rumor which Dooty faithfully
rought her, and which rumors even went sO far as to accuse Crow-
ley of secret connivance with the myrmidons of the British Govern:
ment; but, Miss Carberry being self-willed, high tempered, and
very much in love with Crowley, refused to believe. a word of it all,
quarrelled with her sister for daring to believe it, and always ended
by repeating every on }of the charges to her lover, to show him how
thoroughly she disbelieved them, and how truly and faithfully she
still loved him.
It is needless. to add that he was secretly very full of wrath at
everybody who thus spoke of him, not because they were maligning
him, but because they had learned the truth about him exactly, ‘ But
he played his cards well with Catherine, and if he could only retain
his trumps until he could ascertain in some way whether she and
her sister would really be the heirs of the Counsellor's very large
fortune, when he would make her immediately his wife. He then
would not have the slightest hesitation in throwing down his hand,
and letting even his unfortunaie wife see the base object of his
play.
Bee Catherine was unsuspicious of all this as she parted with her
lover at her door, and with his last words, ** Don’t fail to come to
mother’s next Monday,” still pleasantly sounding in her ears, she
went in to her sister.
“Did anybody come home with you ?” asked Anne, quite inno-
cently, as if she had not heard the voices of the two outside.
“Yes; somebody did come home with me,” retarded Miss Car-
berry, sharply.
“Mr, Crowley, I suppose,” said Anne innocently again.
“Yes ; Mr. Crowley,” as shortly and sharply as before.
«And has he named the day yet ? because he’s been coming home
so long with you dear, that I'm afraid the neighbors will say he's
only amusing himself with you,” all this uttered with provoking
coolness by Anne, :
4 Miss Anne Carberry,” when Miss Carberry was very indignant,
she addressed her sister with all the forms:
“J should think you would know by this time how much I care
for the neighbors’ opinion ; but since you are so anxious to know
about Mr, Crowley's intentions, why he did name the day. I was tell-
ing him what Uncle Carberry said last week before he went up to
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THE INUNDATION:
OR THE TERRORS OF THE GARRONE. uo
TRANSLATED BY J. C. CURTIN.
[For Redpath’s Weekly.]
YY name is Louis Roubieu, . 1 am seventy years of age. I was
born in the village of Saint Jory, a few leagues from Tou-
louse, up the Garonne, For fourteen years I struggled with the soil
to earn my bread, Comfort came at last ; and, last month, I found
myself the richest farmer in the neighborhood.
Our ‘house seemed blessed. _ Happiness dwelt within it, The
sun was a brother to us, and I do not recollect a single bad harvest.
There were nearly a dozen of us on the farm in those happy days ;
myself, still buoyant and merry, accompanying the children to work;
my younger brother, Pierre, an old bachelor, and formerly a ser-
geant in the army ; and my sister, Agathe, who lived with us since
her husband's death, a portly and cheerful lady whose laugh could
be heard at the other end of the village. Then came the rest of the
brood ; y son Jacques, his wife Rose, and their three daughters,
Aimee, Veromque, and Marie, ‘The first was married to Cyprien
Bouisson, a tall and good-natured man, by whom she had two chil-
dren, the one two yeats and the other ten months old ; the second
had lately been betrothed to Gaspard Rabuteau; and the third so
fair, comely and ladylike that she would pass for a city belle. This
made ten in all,
I was not only a grandfather but a greatgrandfather, We were
at table, and I had my sister Agathe seated at my right, my brother
ranged according to"their ages, a row of heads gradually growing
the ten months old baby who was already eating
‘And, when they began, such a rattle of spoons in
¢. plates! Thi And what fun and jol-
| + between each mouthful! What a glow of pride and joy I felt
through my veins when the little hands stretched out to me:
/“Grandpa, some more bread, please; mind, a big piece now,
grandpa !”
‘Ah, those happy days! Our busy household was vocal with songs
of joy. Peter, in the evening, invented games and related stories
of his campaigns, On Sunday, aunt Agathe made shufileboards for
the girls, Then there were more songs, that Marie knew, and which
she sang in angelic tone. She looked like a saint, with her blende
tresses flowing around her neck, and her hands folded on her lap.
I had intended to add another story to the house, when Aimee mar-
ried Cyprien, and I used to say, laughingly, that we would have to
add still another after the marriage of Veronique and Gaspard, so
that the house would end by touching the skies if we were to con-_
tinue adding to it at every marriage. We did not like to leave the
old homestead. We would rather have built a village in the garden
behind the house. :
When families agree, it is so pleasant to live and die where one
has grown up! .
‘The month of May had been unusually fine this year. For a long
time there had not been such a promise of an abundant harvest.
One day I took a walk round the farm with my son Jacques. We
started about three o'clock. Our meadows on the banks of the Ga-
ronne spread out clad in a tender green ; the grass was three feet
high, and a willow, planted the year before, was already putting
forth its sprouts. We then visited our grain crops and vineyards—
fields purchased year by year according as our wealth increased.
The wheat fields and vineyards were in full bloom and gave promise
of a splendid yield.
cous laugh, as he exclaimed :
‘Well, father, we shall want for bread and wine no more. You
have surely won the favor of the Almighty, when he rains down
such wealth on your lancs.”
We often joked pleasantly in referring to our past privations.
Jacques was right. I must, indeed, have gained the favor of some
saint on high, or of the Almighty himself, for we were the luckiest
of all the people around us. When a hail storm came it stopped
just at the boundary of our fields. If our neighbors’ vineyards were
blighted, ours seemed to be surrounded by a wall of protection.
And, in the end, I came to believe that this was only just, Having
never injured any one, I begaijo feel that this happiness was my
due, a 7% .
~ On returning home we crossed some land that we owned on the
other side of the village. Some mulberry plantations were thriving
remarkably and some almond trees were in full bloom, We chatted
joyously and laid many futurg plans. When we would have money
enough, we would buy certain fields that now separated our lands
and become the owners of one corner of the Commune, This year's
harvest, if it yielded as well as it promised, would enable us to
realize our hope. j 2
‘As we neared the house, Rose called to us, with excited gestures:
Quick) quick, make haste |”
Pierre at my left, while the children completed the circle, being .
Tapping me on the shoulder, Jacques burst into a loud and joy=*
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