Beaufort Republican. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1871-1873, 1873-09-04

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What a charming figure What an
elegant turn of the head! What grace
in every movement!
Ihad committed blunder, and 1. felt
it. She went through the entire figure
alone. She would not deign to take-to
touch my outstretched hand. I had no
words at will to cudgel into proper
form of apology, and I was bewildered
by her beauty.
Lovely blue eyes, with sweeping blue
black lashes; dainty little nose, with
rosebud mouth, and teeth like muffled
diamonds /; radiant brown hair in mas
sive plaits and her expression
Ay de mi Alhan1a!
We did not speak during the quad
rille. The pink.faced youth-confound
his impudence-struck up an acquaint-
anceship with her, and treated the vul-
ture-looking woman badly. I felt
inclined to hurl him at his partner, i'm
pale him upon her nose, and rush fran
tically from the house. The charming
disdain with which I was treated by
Miss Blake, rendered me more miser-
able, and it was only when the laws Of
society compelled her, at the conclusion
of the dance, to take my arm, in order
to be conducted to the place whence she
came, that I ventured to exclaim-"I
implore of you to forgive mel did not
know what I was saying-I am worse
than boor. Hear me for one moment;"
and in few eager words I honestly re-
vealed to her the irritated and infamed
| condition of my mind, upon finding
| myself stranded in scene 80 utterly at
variance with my mood, and compelled,
as it were, to drink the bitter cup to
the uttermost dregs.
pleadings were full of the redeem
ing influence of earnestness, and sue
ceeded in achieving her forgiveness.
She danced with me again and again. I
saw the candles snuffed out, beheld the
tallow-faced greengrocer paid of, met
the morning milk without fiinching, and
returned the playful banter of the cab
bies in a mood so utterly different from
that which I had pictured to myself o
few short hours previously, that
Pshaw who can control the inner
mechanism of the heart?
One glorious morning in August last
found me seated beside the driver of
one of Bianconi's long cars which travel
between Westport and Clifden, and, as
a consequence, through the heart of the
widest and most picturesque scenery
in Connemara. I had, amongst other
vows, registered one that, as soon as
circumstances would permit, I would
undertake pilgrimage to Boljolderun
Hall, to the shrine of Miss Katherine,
alias Kitty Blake.
1t is unnecessary for me to state that
I had many reasons to urge me to
take this excursion, and that I had one
in particular in fact, my heart had,
somehow or other, slipped from be-
meath my waistcoat-had travelled, in
company with Miss Blake, to her noun
tain home; and it was with view of
recovering it, and of taking the young
lady in question in the bargain, If my
luck was up, that I was now perched
high in air, behind pair of " roaring
gimlets," and jogging along the road
way skirting that desolate but romantic
inlet of the Atlantic known as Killerin.
In happy moment 1 negotiated with
the driver, Phil Dempsey, for posses
sion of the box-seat, and almost ere we
had Quilted the town of Westport, I
had come on close, if not confidential,
terms with that worthyson of the whip.
Phil is crooked, hard-featured SEN
tentious little man, whose word is law,
whose decision is an ultinaat,tnl. He
knows every man, woman and child
along the road-their belongings, their
respective histories, their hopes, and
fears. He carries small parcels for the
equality" and letter, if good cause is
shown why it could not travel by the
legitimate course of her majesty's mail.
He has all the Dublin news, and is re-
garded in the light of ga knowledge
able man"
Instinctively I led up to the subject
nearest to my heart.
lLaknow the Blakes av Bololderun !?
Bed Fra, I do thin, breed, seed and gin
lion. They're dacent people av the
i he ould stock. Miss Kitty thraveled
wuH me d few weeks ago she KEN
from Dublin, but she was over the
water beyant, in London. Sorra a
much good that wud do her, or any
wan else"
1 expressed hope that she was look
ing we'll after her trip.
"Och |! rosy an well, shure enough;
and why wudn't she? What wud
thruble her, and her mother wud burn
the house nv she riz her little finger.
They'll not be thrubled wud her long !;
she's too dawny crature for the boys
to lave alone. I TUX Misther Crane
from Dublin over to the Hall last week,
an, beme song, he was mighty tendher
on her."
This was alarming. I endeavored to
probe into the antecedeuts of this
abominable person, but L could only
ascertain, after a deal Of circumlocu-
ton, that he was the possessor of can
iligant portmantle," and that he was
ga nice man, an O nlce-mannered
man,"
care ye expected at Boljolderun,
sir ?" he asked, shortly.
"Well-yes-oh, yes, certainly" l
replied, somewhat confusedly.
eyer an English gintleman, by yer
way av talkin', sir?"
"Yes, I'm English"
"Maybe yer from London, sir p
/" I am"
"And seen Miss Kitty over there.
Whew !' Here he gave a prolonged
whistle, which might have been intend
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