The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1877-06-16

have the heart to enforce this terrible
decree; you will not drive the old man
forth to meet the yengence of an angry
tyrant?"
The fair pleader never looked more
beautiful than ut this moment; her
bosom heaving with contending emotions
while from her full~stag-like eyes shot
daring and determination. Seaman,
whose heart was not totally devoid of
feeling, appeared to gaze with interest
as he looked upon the lovely advocate,
and was about to reply, when the harsh
voice of one of his followers reminded
him that he had yet other duties to per-
form, and that the orders of the
Mccarthy must not be delayed by those
intrusted with their execution.
Fright" said the young chief; "come,
fair maiden, prepare yourself for instant
departure; we will conduct you safely
through the mountain passes, and once
beyond the district of Eoganacht YOU
will be free from further molestation."
He commanded his followers to exc
cute their business with dispatch. In
vain did the almost frantic Saova i'm
plore him to me merciful, and take her
life rather than separate her from her
aged father He was deaf to all her
entreaties, and having rudely repulsed
her, she dropped senseless to the ground
After plundering the abode of all wealth
it contained, Scanlan and followers
forced the old man from his home. The
tumult aroused Saova, and she stood, an
altered being, tefore the marauders
Gather, FAREWELL" she said. "'The
daughter of an Irish chieftain must pre-
serve her life for great and noble pur-
pose"
Seaman was at a loss to comprehend
her words, and the sudden change which
had taken place in her manner; but her
fathers eyes brighted as he read the
characters OF defiance and revenge in his
daughters face. They were, however,
from that hour separated forever.
Two months from that day the Chief
of the Glen was seated at the feeU of the
fair Elline, daughter of the Mccarthy
Nor; she was listening with delight and
attention to a recital of his adventures
in her fathers service, while his mother,
proud Gromlaith, sat watching them
with smiles of contentment. They
formed charming group fair, deli
cate girl clothed in robe of purest
white, her slender waist encircled by
golden zone, was seated upon an ebony
chair of curious workmanship; the
handsome youth, who appeared almost
on his knees before her, as if in deep de-
votion before some saint. Elline, smiling
and happy in his love, listened, as he
spoke. Seaman thought only of bliss
that awaited him, and his happpiness in
contemplating the fair features of the
maiden he should call his own upon the
morrow. At their side, and looking as
their guardian angel, sat Gromlaith, ex-
ulting in her success of having effected
union that would heal the breach
which had for some time existed between
her noble race and that of the Mccarthy
Nor. Day was fast drawing to close,
the evening perfume of sweet spring
flowers embalmed the air, and all nature
seemed hushed into holy calm The
little party felt its influence, and silence
for awhile crept among them, as if they
were afraid to break the repose of nature.
The Chief of the Glen rested his head
near the lap of his Elline, and at that
moment they forgot all but themselves,
even a dreadful pestilence which for
some time past had, like d scythe, cut
off 50 many of the chieftains and their
followers, sparing in its dreadful march
neither young nor old. At this hour of
fancied security the large Gothic door of
the apartment was cautiously opened,
and female figure, closely yelled, stood
before the happy group. The youth
started to his feet, displeased at being
interrupted in the sweet but serious
train of thought to which he had yield
ed, and somewhat rudely demanded the
purpose of her visit.
" Seaman, Chief of the Glen" she re-
piled with solemnity, "is not that fair
maiden Elline, the daughter of the great
Mccarthy Nor, and your aflianced
bride!"
At the sound of the woman's voice
Elline started from her seat, and bent an
inquiring look upon her lover She
fancied she foresaw that disagreeable
scene was about to be enacted by some
trembling and forsaken girl, and fearing
for her own happiness she burst into
tears.
Scanlan briefly replied: She is my
atfianced bride, the daughter of Mccarthy
Mor!"
q 1t is WELL" said the incognita, in a
tone of exultation, and turning to the
door by which she had entered carefully
closed it. Then placing herself before
Elllne she scrutinized her for some time
through her veil; then, as if thinking
aloud, she murmured, moaning between
each word: " Yes, yes; she is indeed
handsome, even more beautiful than ]
had expected to find her"
And what is that to thee?" demanded
Seaman, presently.
" What to me?" exulting replied the
unknown; . it is this, Scanlan of the
Glen! ] came to warn you of danger