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“Yes, I know that,” says Patsey, glowing with undisguis‘ed pride, “they were big croWns filled with real jewels, the kings and the saints both We’ re neax‘ kin to St Patrick, why Mary Ann Olauoy' s grandmoth er' a uncle! s first cousin was an O’Sha “I‘m glad,” said Clare, that you belong to such a nice gentleman’s family, and then she added, as if the thought'h‘ad. brought another: “this is going to be a bad war Pateey, and papa has Game home to say goodbye to us before he goes away to fight for our country. Wh'at do 'you think abgut it all, Patéoy? You see you read so much about it of nights in the papers." “Well,” said Pataey. Doomm. resting his elbow on his [meg and rubbing his chin refledtiie- geosy, ah’ Tim' Whal‘en, Grannie’a first cousin’ 8 brotherf m law married an O’Grady from Dublin and they are all kin to St. Patrick an’ likewise to Grannie an me ” “Justaeehow much you have to make you happy,” goes on Clare, “and you mast nbt forget what Gran- nie tells you about your belonging to a Ivory fine family with kings and saints” m it In Ireland. " “I know that’s trhe," said Patsey, a comforted tone sounding through his words, “1' In getting a good edu- cation that will' In the end, Grannie says, fit me to 'work with myhraine. I do wish. Miss Clare. you could see the men that comes in nights to hear me reed the paper. Father says it keeps them out of the saloon end sends them home with money in their pockets and kind winds on their tongues, to their Wives and children And Father Ryan, our priest, says 1‘ m a real help to him in the Sun- day school by my good manners and neat appearance. ” “Grudpepe told us the other day” IiidVClere. “tint we can fightjust a WWW! when we conquer wrong Ill! nuke oumlvee contented, and tan our minim-tunes into helpfulneu for otheri, u i! we were real gener- ah end won victories on actual haw tle fields.” M “at in Iproidingnll our the 1,; “tin mun tall-lob about it'l be- hill “Ion an”, Pot-9y was saying in; tho (nnd here he Inky-rod lest “H I It not I cripple I might’ go no aunt Dinah should overhanr him in I dunno: boy, but no one would her dreams) black folks that is main. the I). I dmn b but.” ' ing the troublo, and “my get angry “Gnodpnpn told u: the other day” Ind excited-like when there’s any did Clue, “that we can fight just no talk of drafting in the papers.” MA L-LAI, , ”I THE SHERIDAN ROAD NEWS-LETTER. “I want to say to you sir,” said Pat say, “that I’ll stay round here all the while you’ re away and look after the big house, and if there’ :5 any thing I can do for you, air, that you think of after you’ we gone why just write and let me know, and I’ll do it. The captain looked at the feeble, tiny figure and sighed, than he looked up into the sweet, earnest, honest face, and putting his arms about the little fellow he drew him close to him. “I am comforted by your words,” he said tenderly, “keep watchand ward over my loved ones for me. Good- night, Pateey,” he said hultily, “good night; may the sun be shining when we meet again ” ‘ Days, weeks, months and a year or more had come and gone since Cap tain Aymar had said good bye to Patley Doonan. The black pail of . It was at this juncture that Cap- tain Aymar made known hispreaenee He took a seat beside the children and talked to them long and quietly of the terrible struggle new begun, and tried' m simple way to make them understand that they Were neither of them too young to be of some o‘ontinual help to their mother country. There were prayers to be oflered from pure childish hearts. that God would speed the right; and every small pair of hands might do some work for the boys in blue if they asked for it. There was lint to be made and pennies to be saved to addto the comforts to be given to thesiek and wounded.» .Then he told them he meant to steal away, as the sailors do, who neverlike to say good bye to those .they love, he said he would leave grandpa in\Clare’ a care and keeping until he came back ,that .he felt sure Patsey would be a help- ful friend to the family while he was away. That night as Captain Aymar stepped out from the house into the road he heard his name called softly and looking up he saw Patsey Doon- an standing on one of the broad posts of the old entrance gate to Bellemont; In front 9f tho house on thesecond story was a broad balcony; a' large many paned “hinged window opened out of it and the mob saw, first that the hall back-of this window had been brilliantly 1ighted.and then the glass door, for so it really was, turned on its hinges and out from it and upon ed “drafted.” Many went peaceful? ly, but others resolved to light "that then submit, and in their anger and ignorance they chose to lay all the blame upon the poor colored people. Soon there came a time when mobs of riotere were looking everywhere for colored people to wreak their vengence upon. Men, women and children with black faces were hunted down like wild things. ‘ Colored asy- lums were tired end colored churches burned and those who were unfortu- nate enough toemploy colored peo- ple in their service were in danger of serious trouble. ‘ It so chanced that a large number of drafted men lived with their fam- ilies in what was then known as Dublin, a section oi plateau land, most of which isnow included in the upper part of Central Park. Here an angry mob had gethered and a wild desire to stone somebody or burn down something was strong within them. Where should they go? Who kept black help in that neighbor- hood? A voice in the crowd shouted out: “- Its Gintilmin Aymar beyant that kapes a heuee full of the ver- mints! ” “An he’s a black republican hiseelf! ” shouted eno'thervoice. "An he’s got a son blacker-nor hisseff !” shouted a third. Then, “On, on, to, Gintilmin Aymar’s i!” was the cry; as massing themselves into a'disorderly.‘ yelling threng,they hastened with all speed to sensuous \ ' It was a lovely night; no moon, but the stars shone out like gems on the bosom of the sky. And the old mansion stood a \ motherly thing among the trees, so éalm and still when the bowling, maddened mob burgt‘upou the scene with “cries of, “Brlfig‘out yer niggers ! Bring out the black devils l” and the like. ” wuhnng over all the land. and there came a time inthoaodnrkdnya, when more men were needed, and anon they did not come at all they were compelled to onlistor what In call-