The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-12-13

q ldeyWorth accepte d the invitation;
and, as they walked fowards .Kie-
man 'g lodging, the Young Irishman
informsd him how. the KiigIassin
estate itsas naort9aged over head and
ears; how Kate, the sweet girl, sooner
than see her poor brother In trouble,
had given over her share of the pro-
perty; how it had also been swallowed
mp; and, finally, how the mortgagees,
instead of behaving like Christian
gentleman, and waiting till better
times for the interest OF their money,
had swooped down on the estate, and
carried away everything, down to the
very spoons and forks, and my grand.
fathers claret-iug. ~.
"And what wilt do, ,lad?" quoth
Heyworth, softened by the child-like
simplicity of his friends narrative.
"I'ye the finest opening in the
world here as consignee of Irish pro-
duce. I rode round to half the
farmers in the County Louth, and
promised them a HIGHER nr;ce soT
their cattle and pigs, than anybody
else, and they've agreed to let me
have them with pleasure"
"But that needs money"
"Bedadl you've just hit it. Capt.
tai is the only thing I want to make
rapid fortune. But come in and
talk to Kate; she's got longer head
than mine"
Miss Neman Il oked rather thinner
but this rather added to than de-
tracted from her loveliness in the
eyes of Heyworth. She received him
with manifest pleasure, and, after an
hours conversation, the pressure of
her soft fingers sent thrill through
every vein in his body. Day after
day, he repeated his visits, usually
finding Kate alone. Their con-
ferences became gradually more and
more tender, and mutually confiding,
till, at length, he again asked her the
important question he propounded
in the parlor of Kilglassin. Would
she become his wife? Kate blushed,
trembled and confessed that She had
always liked him. Still she hesi-
tated. Would he treat Maurice like
q brother? ~
''Of course1 will," said Heyworth.
'eAhl but would you bear with
him as I have done all these years? :?
Remember, I am his sister-the only
creature he has in the world to love
him. I know his folly, and his hot
temper, and his extravaganza, and
his fondnoss for the drink; but when
/ call to mind the curly-headed
boy that used to play with me, and
carry me over the streams, and sit
and read to me when I was sick, and
OIL" she exclaimed, ST forgive and
love this Maurice, for the sake of that
good, innocent Maurice who has
vanished, fear, forever. But you,
Mr.. Heyworth, can never love him
30. You will Judge him by your
English rules, and you will end by
hating him, and me too." And she
lifted up her voice and wept.
He reasoned all her fears away, and
shortly after presented his mother at
the Bellerby farm house with q
'daughter-in-law.
It was fortunate that the old lady
knew nothing beforehand of her new
daughters country or religion. AS
it was, she was conquered at once by
the bright eyes and winning ways Of
the lovely Kitty; she forgave her
origin, and, when Sunday came, she
forgave her creed, remarking, with
unwonted gentleness:
"I'm grieved, Samuel, she's Pa
pist, for she's sweet lass. But may
be she'll change; and, any way,
there's good and bad of au sorts"
Heyworth was settled quietly at
Bellerby, and set to work vigorously
re- establishing his business there,
which of late had been neglected.
Maurice, who had apparently re-
nounced his intemperate habits, was
appointed his Liverpool partner and
agent, besides being provided with
capital to work up an Irish conneo-
ton in the cattle and provision trade.
The few months that succeeded his
marriage were months of unbroken
happiness to Heyworth; but storms
were already lowering in the horizon.