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ARRAB-NA-POGUE
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lessly. ' i He cannot have survived the fall from so fearful a height."
Shaun considered that the moment for revelations had arrived, so he stepped forth. "Spake out," he cried, "an' tell me, am I dead?"
"Oh, how glad I am to see you!" exclaimed Fanny, fervently. The men shook him heartily by the hand, and the battlements echoed to a ' ' Hurroo ! ' ' from the crowd that had found their way up after "the quality. ' '
"Shaun," said Beamish, earnestly, "can you forgive me for the sorrow I have caused you ? ' '
' ' Bliss you for it, sir ! " came the quick response, "for widout it, I'd niver have known how Arrah loved me. I'd consint to be thried, con
victed, an' ixicuted oncet a wake to feel mesilf loved as I have been loved this blissid day!"
"Oh," exclaimed Arrah, bewildered, "I can hardly undershtand me sinses! It comes on me all of a suddint! Is there nothin' agin Shaun?"
"No," answered the Colonel; "the law has no further call to him, or to Beamish, either — there's a free pardon to both."
"D'ye hear that, Shaun?" cried Arrah, joyfully.
"I do, dear; but it's a mistake," he declared soberly. "It isn't a pardon I've got. Instid of death, I'm to be transported for life — an' it's yersilf that's to see the sintince rightly carried out, my Arrah-na-Pogue ! "
The Whirr of the Picture-Reel
By ANNA PHILLIPS SEE
The spinning wheel in the olden day,
Turned round and round
"With busy sound
Spinning the threads that were dull or gay.
Loved was the hum of the ancient wheel,
But now we hear
With willing ear
The welcome whirr of the picture-reel.
It spins life's threads on the magic screen,
Some gay, some sad,
Some good, some bad,
While we look, we live in pictured scene.
We understand, and sympathy feel
For every one
Beneath the sun.
Blest be the whirr of the picture-reel!