. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . e kindly welcome to any ornil. Its heart-broken you look ; sure you never would heartell of any one thinking of the Eose of Kerry but MasterSidney; and now hes come for her, and shes going, youre not satisfied. Because shes going, sighed Randy ; thats just it. No, Mary,thank you all the same, Ill have nothing. And sure its giving you straw-berries and milk I ought to be, and you having no one belonging to , I have, replied the girl, cheerfully; I have plenty tocare for me, and, though I havnt a shoe to my foot, Ive a light heart
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . e kindly welcome to any ornil. Its heart-broken you look ; sure you never would heartell of any one thinking of the Eose of Kerry but MasterSidney; and now hes come for her, and shes going, youre not satisfied. Because shes going, sighed Randy ; thats just it. No, Mary,thank you all the same, Ill have nothing. And sure its giving you straw-berries and milk I ought to be, and you having no one belonging to , I have, replied the girl, cheerfully; I have plenty tocare for me, and, though I havnt a shoe to my foot, Ive a light heart,and pleasant times : she added, with a sigh—in summer, anyway. A A 178 MIDSUMMER EVE : Winter and summer will be all alike to me when shes gone,continued Handy, in a snhdued voice; as long as she was on the sod Iwas content; though I could not hear the voice, I knew it was somewhereon Irelands breeze; and though I did not see her smile, I knew it wasbrightening some Irish sunbeam. Do ye tliink thats a safe boat theyrepleasuring; in, ^Fary? & i^Hi^. -^r- I To be sure its safe—Randy, man, what ails ye intirely? Listen !thats Spillanes bugle. Why, that last blast of music ought to rouse yourheart; and theres Keeldars answer to it! Miss Eva visits every spotbefore the time comes for her to leave them. Isnt there rough water round the island ? interrupted Handy. Its as smooth as glass, Handy; the rough waters in your own eyes,replied the girl. Tlie boats empty now; and yet I dont see them on the beautifulisland. Oh, may the blessed sod that was tiod by hundreds of lioly menin the days of Irelands glory, send an inotnsf into their young liearts ! A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 179 They say, Miss Eva might have married the youug Lord of Ard-riesk. Or any one she chose, answered Randy; his faith in Sidneyonly wavering- when he thought of Evas leaving the Dovecote; anyone she chose—I hope hell always think of it—to her. Do you think them islands as handsome as the strangers do?inquired
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