New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1870-11-20


melodrama as to the fight Of time. 1t
was now November. Mrs. Brady was good
| enough to express the greatest satisfaction
! in the management Of her Eagle, and, in
decd, the bird was soaring high in the estl-
nation of the subscribers, who had begun
to increase in numbers. l had gone INTO
whatever society there was IN the place, nut
had dropped it on the shortest trial: still
kept Mr. O'Brien with me. / did so be-
cause, as l did not seriously contemplate
living for any length of time in Castletown,
it would be as well that Mr.. OBrien should
be prepared to take up the running, as, as
far as could see, time had removed the OBJ
lection which Mrs. Brady had to him. l
was heartily fond Of snipe shooting. and,
with O'Brien's aid and companionship,
managed to pass
There is no use in beating about the bush
in this manner: fell ignOlniniously over
head aud ears in love with Kate Brady.
have suspicion that O'Brien knew my Sc
cret. and felt grim satisfaction at my suf-
fering. ! think he was waiting with pro-
phetic grin for the time when should also
break out in the 'Poet's Corner" of the
EngLt,s But | remembered my resolution
and pledge. and the rather insidious way III
which it was drawn from me.
Meanwhile Kate and became the best
Of friends. / was accustomed, when the
paper was out, to spend the next day on
Brad, who always expressed herself hap
py to see me. Kate played charmingly.
and | introduced her to my favorlte Cho-
pin. 1t was pleasant in the turf-glow to
listen to the weird and intricate skeins OF
notes lit with poetry, like some ones brown
hair with threads Of gold. sat as far away
from the piano as l could; at least gen
orally did, except once and then couldn't
help it, I remember it was during that
delicious Invitation" waltz l sat in
chair by my darliny's side, and as she bowed
her head over the notes, my face was very
close to hers. There was only one thought
in our minds. and we both knew it. we
gazed fearlessly and long, until with an inn
pulse l could no more help than could
help breathing, touched her lips with
mine. 1t was only for the instant. On
went the ripple of the waltz as though
nothing had happened; on it went, but the
notes were freighted now. not with the
mere fancies of the artist, but with the bur
den Of our own hopes for the future: " hen
the waltz was over Kate went from the
room. did not see her again that evening.
and had to wake Mrs. Brady to wish her
good night.
Chapter '.
Next morning called OH Mrs. Brady. I
was resolved. at least, to tell as straight
forward story as ! could. and if she deter
| mined to keep ME to my word, why at the
worst l should have to do so. She looked
| very grave when met her. She heard me
out with cold pOliteness. and then asked me
how soon l could complete my arrange
ments for leaving CastletOwn. There was
| a hard, cold, ncXorablc tone in her voice,
and contempt in it that stung me to the
quick. was ready to leave at once, but -
You have broken your promise, Mr..
Stanton: permitted your visits. trusting
to it. The sooner we part the better. /
think can manage to reconcile my dauGh-
ter to the loss she will sustain by your de-
parture."
'.Can see her before l leave: -
Certainly not" And the old lady opened
the library door with a gesture that, taken
with her white. set face, was not encOurag-
ing to me.
and without hesitation related the circun-
stances to Mr.. O'Brien.
Redad, it's an ugly business, said that
gentleman. Does Kate like you -
:'She does" answered. and was almost
sorry for speaking so abruptly. the good fel-
lows face showed so much genuine sadness.
well. she's sweet girl he remarked.
after pause Lock here. " hen are you
to leave.
"To-morrcw, if you will resume Your old
post"
I'll do anything for you. my boy" said
this thoroughly 1oyalhearted irishman,
anything for you-and Miss Kate" he
added. with a slight effort: but | see
nothing for it except for you to run away
with her..
THAT won't do. | have deceived her
| mother already. Ill not take her daughter
| from her in a sneaking fashion now
Then let me think over it. Can always
| consider best with my gun under my arm:
| and l am going out for a crack at the
ployer now. In the evening | will tell you
my plans"
spent the day packing up: and when
| that task was over. walked through the
little room. and down to my fayorite lounge
| on the bridge. from which l could catch a
glimpse of Mrs. Brady's house. How sick
and miserable felt.
returned and wrote q letter to Kate.
did not know whether it would be delivered
to her or not: but it was relief to me to
write it. Just as Mr.. OBrien made his APP
pcarance with a well-flled bag. l had in re-
ply short note from Kate. She was as
miserable as was. l would not forget
her. would And she would SO like to
see me once more, if possible, before l
went. If Mr.. O'Brien spoke to mamma,
something might be done. handed the
note to O'Brien. He read it without Il
| word.
1T is rather cruel of Miss Kate to make
me all dHlDdSsduOT III ILLS cause, lc Sttlu .
''but I'll stand to you"
And off he started for Mrs. Brady's house
| at once.
walked down to the Bridge again. 1t
was the time of November sunset: but l
was in no mood to sentimentalize over land
scapes. l watched the river with a half
vacant, half stupid stare. l suddenly felt
some one next to me. 1t was Kate.
IL would see you-before yOu-before
you-yOu-"
Dearest. will write to you constantly,
and l hope to have a home to offer YOU
shortly. If your mother persists
"Why did you make such silly promise
to herr
This was said with an air of melancholy
coGuettishness.
because I didn't know who you WERE
We almost forgot for while that we were
to part. walked with her to the gate OF
the house. Kate turned pale when we came
in view of the modest mansion: and i was
trembling all over. We halted on the steps
of the entrance porch. We could not, be
iieye, to save our lives, have spoken a
word at the moment. Both Hates hands
were in mine, and they seemed to cling and
Iinger there, as if they would never leave
their resting place.
Mrs Brady's compliments. and will y6
both come in - calls aloud Mr.. O'Bricn from
the garden.
The sentence was like the readn. of re
prieyc to {: condemned criminal. We un
derstood at once that Mr.. OBrien had beer
successful in his mission, and Kate turned
round and gave him hearty kiss.
Il pitched into your mother. Miss Kate. :
said the noble creature. IL told her the
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