The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-12-13
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preston OF surprise, and he moved
his Lips as II to speak. Miss Kieman
continued:
81 know what you would ask. Mr..
Marling has offered me his hand,
and I have refused it, because I know
il is not for love of myself, but be-
cause half the Kilglassin property is
mine, and he wishes to marry me.
Maurice is my guardian-and, in
spite Of all his faults, love him
dearly y-and he is always tormenting
me to accept Edward Marling; and
then you came, and
Here Heyworth took her hand. She
withdrew it quietly, and said:
But this is not what came to
tell you. I came to bid you leava
this house with all speed. Maurice
is hot-headed and rash, and I know
notwhat he might do; but Marling"
here she shuddered visibly7%he
will be cool, slow and deliberate in
his revenge. Avoid him, at ell risks!
Old Thady is devoted to o1me, body
and soul, He shall put the horse in
the car at once. And, remember this
whoever I. marry, it shall not be
Edward Maring." r.. ->st
So saying, abe Touched his hand
lightly, and left the room.
In about half an hour, old Thady
put his head in at the door myste-
riously, and whispered:
."The kyar's ready, yer honor"
A two hours silent journey brought
them to the coach road for Dublin.
Heyworth slipped a guinea into
Thady's hand, elnd alighted.
'Long life to the Saxon guineas,"
muttered Thstdy to himself. '"They're
Il the only gopd things the East wind
E "AywoN Nh arrived in Dublin with
out adventure, made no purchases, no
Inquiries regarding pigs, and reached
has na&ive country O sadder, If not
wiseT man.
Two years passed away. 'Heyworth
whp, since his love passage with
" IS Neman, had felta contempt for
) humble occupation by which he
I'D hitherto earned his living, spent
! 3he greater part of his time in Liver
Hpool, where he occupied himself in
building speculations.
One day as, with his head bent
down, in deep calculation, he was
crossing the exchange, he was ac-
costed, in rich, hearty Irish brogue:
"Sure, Mr.. Heyworth, you don't
forget old friendsP'
The voice was that of Maurice
Kieman; but two years had changed
him for the worse. His ruddy face
mad become pale and puffy, his eyes
were blood-ehot, and his hands
trembled Visibly.
The Englishman at first drew back
doubtfully; but, after q moments
reflection, advanced, and grasped the
hand OF his former companion. After
some minutes conversation on in
different topics, Heyworth said, hest
tatingly, that he hoped he had given
no offence by his abrupt departure
from Kilglassin.
"Offence, my dear fellow? You
were quite right to get out of the way
~of such couple of mad devils as we
were that night But I've got rid of
Marling. He had the impndence to
tell me, when I asked him to bring
matters to point, after courtipg my
sister for sixteen months, that his
views were changed. said he must
fight me, of cou,se, if he wanted to
close the affair like gentleman, and
bedad if he didn't show the white
feather! should have pitched him
out of the window, but the sash was
wetted with the lamp, and wouldn't
open; so I accelerated him out of the
front door with the toe of my boot. P"
"And what's COON Of him?" asked
Heyworth.
''Faith, Ineither know nor care.
But come along, man, and see Kate. "
"She's in Liverpool, then?" said
Heyworth, with % glowing cheek, in
spite of his assumed indifference of
manner
"And where else should she be,
poor girlP We're left alone in the
world together"