The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1870-06-21
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well,
But who the lad is, Tn not going to tell"
1t was an Irish voice that sung, and
irish voices, we know, are as sweet a:
any in the world. Irish beauty, too, il
its best estate, is enchanting, and as Ear
Talbot looked and listened, the charms
of the high bred English ladies of his
set paled and faded, and no blonde oil
brunette of them all was comparable tC
this exquisite wild flower, which, to his
delight and surprise, he had found bios
soming by the wayside.
His horse grew impatient at the strong
hand upon the remand plunged sudden
/ ly, with considerable noise.
The startled girl looked up with cry
"Never mind, Kitty" called out the
young man. "The horse will not hur
you"
Her shy, sweet, troubled eyes met his
for moment, and then, as the tender
pink rose up all over the exquisite head
and face, she lifted the pitcher of water,
with one movement of tie round, white
arm, to her head, and would have hied
away.
"Stay, Kitty, stay yn' cried Talbot
".Are you so cruel as to begrudge me s
few words from your sweet lips, and :
look into your lovely eyes?"
AS he said this, he pressed his horse
in among the underbrush of the wood
and only checked him on the edge of tht
brook, greatly to Kltty's alarm
"Don't be afraid, my DEAR" he sad
seeing her sudden pallor. "Would ]
hurt you, do you thinl1?"
"Indeed, slr,'' said the girl, blushing,
sit is not for the likes of me to be talk
ing with you.
You have friends and Tn alone,
You have gold and have none,'"
she sang softly.
The shy, electromagnetic in hel
eyes, the limpid sweetness of her voice
the nearness of the lovely, delicate crea
ture, intoxicated him. He bent to the
saddle bow. @
"My darling, all my friends are as
nothing compared with you; and MY
gold shall be yours at your will. Kitty,
my beauty, my rose, love me-
She was almost afrighted at the pas.
sion she had kindled. She had liked to
play with the flame, but its mighty power
terrified her.
"Qh, sir, I pray you won't speak to
me Of those things" she said, shrinking
I"It's not alone that I'm poor girl, but
your honor knows that I'm pledged to
Dennis Regan
The handsome young Euglisllmar
knit his brows angrily, which Kitty per
ceiving, began to cry,
"Nay, pretty one, don't cloud your
sweet eyes for me. But, indeed, Kitty
you're not going to throw me over fol
that outlaw, that yagabond ?"
She raised her head proudly, and her
dark eyes kindled.
"If it's an outlaw he is, it's all for the
love of his country. It's not | that an
ashamed of Dennis"
She looked like princess.
"By Jove, she'd not disgrace draw
ing room," thought Talbot ePll have
her if l have to move heaven and earth
lie was subtle courtier. 1t cost hin
nothing to subdue his chagrin and bride
his anger.
''Forgivc me, Kitty" he said in a tont
Of wonderful genuencss. Il didn't mcar
to wound you by saying anything agains
poor Dennis But think what. sort of :
life yours must be if you link it to ont
so stormy and danger. r.threatened as his
Youk warrants are out against hin
for the murder Of Harry Douns."
She grew white, and staggered.
stMy Dennis is no murderer" she fal
tered ''Oh, Mr.. Talbot, it's not true
Say it's not true, for the love OF all thu
holy saints!''
''Iln afraid it is truc," he said, serious
ly. "He was known to have quarreled
with Harry Douns-perhaps you know
why"-looklng at her dropping, crimson
face-aand now Harry is missing"
The girl began TO sob.
'Hush, hush, my dear. It's not wortl
yotir while to cry for him. After all, ht
would lll-treat you if you were his wife
and make You miserable.
"You don't know Dennis, sir" plead
ed Kitty. "He's trile hot headed may
be, but as thrue and good heart as beat:
in all Ireland"
"W ell, WE'LL" said the young man un
easily, ,glancing up the road down which
with rude songs and loud bursts O
laughter, came troop of the village
youth just from the Fair.
"Nevcr mind now. Do you dry YOU
tears, pretty Kitty, ard run away home
before those registering fellows come
along"
Kitty needed no second bidding, bu
hurried away by lane tina! led acres:
the fields to tiny cabin, small but neat
and oyergrown with luxuriance O
Towering honeysuekle.
Kitty pushed open The door or Tho
cabin, and peeped in. Nobody was there
but an old woman. who sat on low
stool in the corner, sWaying heF body
back and forth, and lamenting in the pa
thctic manner of the Irish peasantry.
"Mothcr Regain sail Kitty, softly.
The old woman looked up, and imme
diately broke out in loud wall.
''Och, och. Is it you, Kitty, me dar
lint? Sure aid your heart Nould beer
broken had We come only u minute ago
Och! the saints help us!',
"W hat happened minute ago" ask
ed Kitty, quaking.
"Surc an twas our Dennis as the sol
diers dragged by, more like beast thar
a man, and, alack, by this time he's il
Jail, and never to come out any more
The laws cruel, me darlint, aud theyl
have his life"
"Oh, no, mol" sobbed, Kitty, in
transport Of grief. "I'll so TO Fathe
Philip-that | WILL The good fathe
will know how TO help him.
The village was quite deserted whe
Kitty went through tue street TO Fathe
Phillips domicile, most of the pcopl
having followed the squad of soldiers to
ward Lauark, the seat OF the count.
Jail
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