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Where’s Nora?
by
V.
It was many and many a long month after this that an old man and a young woman and a baby were journeying in a side-car along one of the smooth Irish roads into County Kerry. They had left the railroad an hour before; they had landed early that morning at the Cove of Cork. The side-car was laden deep with bundles and boxes, but the old horse trotted briskly along until the gossoon who was driving turned into a cart-track that led through a furzy piece of wild pasture-ground up toward the dark rain-clouded hills.
“See, over there’s Kinmare!” said the old man, looking back. “Manny ‘s the day I ‘ve trudged it and home again. Oh, I know all this country; I knew it well whin ayther of you wa’n’t born!”
“God be thanked, you did, sir!” responded the gossoon, with fervent admiration. He was a pleasant-looking lad in a ragged old coat and an absolutely roofless hat, through which his bright hair waved in the summer wind. “Och, but the folks ‘ll be looking out of all the doors to see you come. I ‘ll be afther saying I never drove anny party with so rich a heart; there ain’t a poor soul that asked a pinny of us since we left Bantry but she’s got the shillin’. Look a’ the flock coming now, sir, out of that house. There’s the four-legged lady that pays the rint watchin’ afther them from the door, too. They think you ‘re a gintleman that’s shootin’, I suppose. ‘T is Tom Flaherty’s house, poor crathur; he died last winter, God rest him; ’twas very inconvanient for him an’ every one at the time, wit’ snow on the ground and a great dale of sickness and distress. Father Daley, poor man, had to go to the hospital in Dublin wit’ himself to get a leg cut off, and we ‘d nothing but rain out of the sky afther that till all the stones in the road was floatin’ to the top.”
“Son of old John Flaherty, I suppose?” asked the traveler, with a knowing air, after he had given the eager children some pennies and gingerbread, out of a great package. One of the older girls knew Nora and climbed to the spare seat at her side to join the company. “Son of old John Flaherty, I suppose, that was there before? There was Flahertys there and I l’aving home more than thirty-five years ago.”
“Sure there ‘s plinty Flahertys in it now, glory be to God!” answered the charioteer, with enthusiasm. “I ‘d have no mother meself but for the Flahertys.” He leaped down to lead the stumbling horse past a deep rut and some loose stones, and beckoned the little girl sternly from her proud seat. “Run home, now!” he said, as she obeyed: “I ‘ll give you a fine drive an’ I coming down the hill;” but she had joined the travelers with full intent, and trotted gayly alongside like a little dog.
The old passenger whispered to his companion that they ‘d best double the gossoon’s money, or warm it with two, or three shillings extra, at least, and Nora nodded her prompt approval. “The old folks are all getting away; we ‘d best give a bitteen to the young ones they ‘ve left afther them,” said Uncle Patsy, by way of excuse. “Och, there’s more beggars between here and Queenstown than you ‘d find in the whole of Ameriky.”
It seemed to Nora as if her purseful of money were warm against her breast, like another heart; the sixpences in her pocket all felt warm to her fingers and hopped by themselves into the pleading hands that were stretched out all along the way. The sweet clamor of the Irish voices, the ready blessings, the frank requests to those returning from America with their fortunes made, were all delightful to her ears. How she had dreamed of this day, and how the sun and shadows were chasing each other over these upland fields at last! How close the blue sea looked to the dark hills! It seemed as if the return of one prosperous child gave joy to the whole landscape. It was the old country the same as ever,–old Mother Ireland in her green gown, and the warm heart of her ready and unforgetting. As for Nora, she could only leave a wake of silver six-pences behind her, and when these were done, a duller trail of ha’pennies; and the air was full of blessings as she passed along the road to Dunkenny.