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why it could not travel by the legit
innate course of her majesty's mail
He has all the Dublin news, and il
regarded in the light Of "a knowl
edgeable man.
fnstinctively I led up the subject
nearest to my heart.
Me know the Blakes av Boljolde
run? Begorra, I do thin, breed
seed and gineration. They're da
cent 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 q much good
that wud do her, or any'wan else. )
I expressed hope that she was
looking we'll after her trip.
"Och! rosy an we'll, shure
enough; and why wudn't she!
What wud thruble her, and hel
mother wud burn the house av she
riz her little finger. They'll not be
thrubled with her long; she's toe
dawny a crature torthe boys to lave
alone. 7 tux Misther Crane from
Dublin over to the Hall last week
and. be me song, he was mighty
tendher OH her. ... 90
This was. alarming ! endeav.
ored to probe into the antecedents
of this abominable person, but ]
could only ascertain, after deal Of
circumlocution, that he was the
possessor of IAN illigant portman-
tle,' all that he was "a nice man, an
a nice-mannered man.
'Are ye expected at BoJolderun,
sir?' he asked, shortly. ....
'Well-yes-oh, yes, certainly,
I replied, somewhat confnsedly.
Yer an English gintleman, BY
yer way av talkin', Sir ?
: yes, I'm English :,
Maybe yer. from London sir :?
4 am
sAnd seen M;ss Kitty over there.
Whewr Here he gave prolonged
whistle, which might have been
intended for the horses, but I felt
that it bore direct reference to my
self.
'Troth, thin, you are expected,
sir, and there'll be bright eyes and
red cheeks at the crossroads whin
we reache there, or I'm boccagh--
Miss Kitty will be there, sir, in her
own pony-carriage''
I did not know whether to be
amused or annoyed.
you seem to be we'll aware of
Miss Blake's movements, MIR.
Dempsey j.
'Arrah, didn't she tell me herself,
the crayture! Didn't she say to
me, says she, 'Dimpsey, take care
Av a very handsome young glntle-
man that's comm to see me from
London says she. 'Is it the gin
tleman that I posted all the letters
to in Westport, miss!' 60 ow o
that, Dimpsey,' says she. Bluran'-
ayers !! why didn't ye tell me ye
wor Misther Brookley, and I'd have
reused the griddle for ye, sir, an
no mistake a o. ,
I could have taken Phil Demp-
sey to my arms and cherished him.
'Begorra there's the crossroads,
and there's Miss Kitty in her bas-
ket shandhradan like a pitayteel
crccl. Didn't I tell ye, sir, how it
wud be? ....., j
It's scarcely necessary to observe
that I experienced that sinking
sensation of the heart Which the
Immediate prospect Of meeting
with the adorcd one now fails to
create; that I pretended to be look
ing the other way, and not to have
perceived her; that I bounded from
my. perch with the agility OF an !,
acrobat, and that I tipped Phil
Dempsey to the. utmost limit of his
satisfaction. = "'' ~
4 tux good care av him, MISS
observed that worthy in tone
known as a pigs whisper, 'but he
was as wild as young colt III me
hands; but he's a nice man, an a
nice-manncred man, an l wish yez
joy
Stupid creature! I never can
understand him, said Kitty Blake,
with a saucy toss of her head; I'm
afraid he has been taking the noun
tain dew as he came along
AT this crisis we were joined by
Blake pcre, splendid specimen OF
paterJanulias, who welcomed me to
Connemara con am6re; my port
manteau was placed in the basket
carriage, and Kitty ratified away
with it, leaving me to walk across
the mountain to the Hall. And
such a mountain, bear and bleak
and precipitous; and for any step |
made in advance I made two in the
opposite direction; but 1 pushed
bravely on, and sacrificed a brand
new pair of patent leather buttoned
boots during the excruciating
process. But what cared l for
boots, or mountain, or physical an
guish? Was there not love-llght
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