Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1873-08-23

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What a charming figure What an
elegant turn of the head What grace
In every movement!
L had committed blunder, and / felt
At. She went through the entire figure
alone. She would not deign to take-to
touch my outstretched hand. 1 had no
words at will to cudgel into proper
form of apology, and 1 was bewildered
by her beauty.
Lovely blue eyes, with sweeping blue
black lashes; dainty little nose, with
a rosebud mouth, and teeth like mufied
diamonds radiant brown hair in mas
slye plaits-and her expression +!
Ay de mi AlhaD1o
We did not speak during the quad
rllle. The pink-faced youth-confound
his 1mpudence-struck up an acquaint-
anceship with her, and treated the vul-
ture-looklng woman badly. [ felt
inclined to hurl him at his partner, i'm
pale him upon her nose, and rush fran
tlcally from the house. The charming
dlsdaln with which I was treated by
Miss Blake, rendered me more miser-
able, and 1t was only when the laws of
society -compelledher at the conclusion
OF the dance, to take my arm, in order
TO De conducted to the place whences she
came, that ventured to exclaim-"I l
Ilmplore Cf you to forgive mel did not
hnoW what I was saying-I am worse
I'll IN boor. Hear me for one moment;"
/ and in few eager words honestly re-
vealed to her the irritated and infamed
condition of my mind, upon finding
myself stranded in a scene so utterly at
variance with my mood, and compelled,
as it were, to drink the bitter cup to
the uttermost dregs.
Mypleadings were full of the redeem
ing influence of earnestness, and l sue
ceeded in achieving her forgiveness.
She danced with me again and again. l
| saw the candles snuffed out, beheld the
tallow-faced greengrocer paid off, met
the morning milk without finching, and
returned the playful banter of the cab
bies in mood so utterly different from
that which L had pictured to myself
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. had, amongst other
VOWS, registered one that, as soon as
circumstances would permit, would
undertake pilgrimage to Boljolderun
Hall, to the shrine of Miss Katherine,
alias Kitty Blake.
1t is unnecessary for me to state that
L had n1d1ey reasons to urge me to
take this excursion, and that 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 a 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 I negotiated with
the driver, Phil Dempsey, for posses
sion of the box-seat, and almost ere we
had quilted the town of Westport, [
had come on close, if not confidential,
terms with that worthyson of the whip.
Phil is q crooked, hard-featured SEN
tentious little man, whose word is law,
whose decision is an uLtin10tune. 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 maiesty's mail
He has all the Dublin news, and is re-
garded in the light of ga knowledge
able man." ..
Instinctively led up to the subject
nearest to my heart. .....
Ne know the Blakes av Boliolderun
Begorra, do thin, breed, seed and GIN
Grafton. They're dacent people av the
rale ould stock. Miss Kitty thraveled
wud me few weeks ago she KEN
from Dublin, but she was over the
water beyant, in London. Sorra
much good that wud do her, or any
wan else."
L expressed hope that she was look
ing well 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 av she riz her little finger.
They'll not be thrubled wud her long
she's too dawny crature for the boys
to lave alone. [ TUX q Misther Crane
from Dublin over to the Hall last week,
an, beme song, he was mighty tendher
on her,"
This was alarming. [ endeavored to
probe into the antecedeuts of this
abominable person, but L could only
ascertain, after deal of circumlocu-
ton, that he was the possessor of can
iligant portmantle," and that he was
ga nice man, an q nice-mannered
man."
care ye expected at Boljolderun,
sir ?" he asked, shortly.
Well-yes-oh, yes, certainly" 1
replied, somewhat confusedly.
" Yer an English gintlefnan, by yer
way av talkin', sir?"
&C. Yes, I'm English"
"Maybe yer from London, sir ?"
am" X
"And seen Miss Kitty over there.
Whew !" Here he gave prolonged
whistle, which might have been intend
ed for the horses, but I felt that it bore
direct reference to myself.
" Troth, thin, you are expected, sir,
and there'll be bright eyes and red
cheeks at the crossroads whin we
rache there, or I'm boccagh-Miss Kitty
will be there, sir, in her own pony-car-
riage."