Ellsworth American., 1873-09-04

! th MS uutlcs W Society anu 10 Nlikin
by dolefully scraping upon a violon-
cello.
This is our quarirille," exclaimed
a very sweet voice at my elbow. with
just touch of the brogue pervading it
like perfume, and soft little hand
placed itself contdingly upon my arm.
had not asked her 10 dance-she had
evidently taken it for granted.
Would | say that | never danced !?
that had sprained my foot or invent
some patent and plausible excusey
No. 1t would no; he fair TO mine
hostess, so | sullenly resigned myself
to my fate.
This is my first visit TO London =
chirped Miss Blake.
"Dh. indeed -
II live in the wilds of Connemara. /"
81 wish you were there just now"
was my inner thought.
Its the widest place on the face OF
the earth, and the loveicst-but won't
you secure a ris-d-ris''
compounded with a pink faced
youth. who was in the talons of tall.
lean, vuture-like woman, 10 face me in
the forthcoming melancholy ceremony,
and 10 assist IN carrying out its sad
solcmnitles in all their funereal de-
tails.
Have you ever visited Ireland. Mr.
Brookley:" asked Miss Blake, at the
conclusion of the first figure.
II should think not. Ireland is a
wretchcd mistake"
The moment the words escaped from
my lips could have parted with =
good deal of ready money TO have been
enabled to draw them back again.
They were childish. rude, ungcntle-
manlike, and turned 10 her to apollo
glze.
The hot flush was upon her cheek,
the little hands were clenched until
the gloves threatened 10 burst up, I"
and her flashing eyes met mine As she
hotlv retorted
You must he an English boor to
say So"
The pas s,A commenced, and, to
use stage phrase, Mss Blake wen
on.
What charming figure Wha, an
elegant turn Of the head What grace
IN every movement
| had committed thrice sccursed
mistake, and / felt It. She went
through the entire figure alone She
would not dcign To takc-to touch my
outstrctched hand. had no words at
will to cudgel into a proper form Of
apology, and was bewiljered by her
beauty.
Lovely blue eyes, with sweeping
blue-black lashcs dainty little nose
with rosebud mouth, AMI teeth like
muliiei diamonds ; radiant brown hair
in massive piaits-aud her rrPrss~ion !
~ ds nj Iihdma'
We did not speak during the qua
dril!e. The pink.faced you;h-cou-
found his impudencc-struck up an
acquaintanceship with her, and treated
the vuiture-l looking woman badly.
felt inclined TO hurl him al his partner,
lmpalc him upon her nose, and rush
irantical.y from the house. The charm
lng disdain with which | was treated
by Miss Blake rendered me more
miserable, and 1t was only when the
laws of society compelled her, at ,he
conclusion OF the dance, 10 take nv
arm, in order to he conducted to tie
place from whence she came, that |
Ventured 10 cNclaim:
Il nnplorc of YOU TO forgive me.
did not know what | was saying an
worse than boor. Hear me for oLe
moment, = and in few eager words
honestly revealed 10 her the irritatel
and inilamed condition Of NV mind
upon finding myself stranded in
scene SO utterly at varience with M
mood, and compelled, as it were, Il
drink the bitter cup TO the uttermosi
dregs.
Ny pleadings was full of the redeem
Ing influence of earnestness. and sue.
ceeded in achieving her forgiveness
She danced with me again and again,
| saw the candles snutfed out, beheld
the tallow-faced green-grocers paid oil,
met the morning milk without finch
ing. and returned the playful banter Of
the cabbies in mood SO utterly differ
ent from that which had pictured TO
myself a 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 anu Citizen.
and, as consequence. through the
heart of the widest and most pictur-
esque scenery in Connemara. had,
amongst other vows, registered one
that, SO soon as circumstances would
permit, | would undertake a pilgrim
age 70 Boljoderun Hall-to the shrine
of Miss Katherine, alias Kitty Blake.
1t is unnecessary for me TO state that
l had many reasons TO urge me to take
this excursion, and that had one il,
particular in fact, my heart had, some
how or other, slipped from beneath my
waistcoat-had travelled, in company
with Miss Blake, 10 her mountain
home-and it was with a view of re.
covering it. and of taking the young
lady in question into the bargain, il
my luck was up, that was now perch.
ed high in air, behind pair of roar.
ing gimlets," and jogging along the
roadway skirting that desolAte but 70.
mantle inlet of the Atlantic, known a
the kiilerin.
In happy moment l negotiated
with the driver, Phil Dempsey, fol
possession Of the box-seat, and almost
ere We had quilted the town of West
port, had come on close, il not conf
dental, terms with that worthy son 0
the whip.
Phil is a crooked, hard-fe atured
sententiOus little man, whose word Il