The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-06-02

with q bit OF q flight about brother or . els.
ter, that her lover planned to save them from
| parting, by Jovel Pelham would be welooDe o
| to have her, for she'd not be the girl for me-"
"Iehould think it the poor heart that wonld
put the lover above the brother. What Will
Find . lover to love S you I half a. we'll as your
brother Connor, and yon are welcome to put
him whore you WILL"
"Oh, the King of Biarney that he Is but l
shall not look out for one that will match you
| that way: and. Connor dear, think you have
carried the blarney taste to far with Lesbia,
and that she is annoyed by your sending her
to let her know that we were leaving White
clffe in a day or two, and there has been no
| Sign In answer from her yet. She has not ap-
psared at window or door. and just now saw
Mrs. Maynard leave the house, driving the
whole troop Of boys before her, and no Lesoia
Can she be- ill ."
| I have seen her again. She has the tenderes.
little heartin the world aud you may depend
my verseC-'
Have half killed her with the laugh over
them she has had. Oh, Connor, how glad am
I'm not in love with anyone, and that no ones
in love with me. would not have the pleasure
of going home spoilt by having to give a
thought or q look back to the noblest lover in
the world. I am glad there is not the least
from home"
she spoke, and leaned out. ''You won't get
sorro v fol good bye from me-" she cried, "you
poor little bits of white stones that call your
selves rocks, and you dull, leaden ses down
lonely corpfelds and meadows, and straight
roads, where one never meets q friendly face,
or hears ''God save you kindly" Won't
shake the dust of you from my feet when go
with q laughing heartp
".Withoat o thought Of the friend you leave
behind yoai That's what woman's friend
"Litte Lesbiaf OF course, shall be sorry
to say good bye to her but, Con, can't seri
ously put her beside Cousin Anne and home
Oh, the smell Of the peat, and the sparkle of
on the shore, and the friendly warm Words
and faces that brighten when one comes near
did not know how sick my. heart was for
them all till now. 1t will be always that way
with me. You may make much of falling in
love, if you like. With me nothing will ever
come near home and my own people. Those
blessed, stupid fears of Cousin Aune's, how 1
thank them for dragging US back !"
"If thanks and blessings are flying around !
shall put in my claim for share. Trace back
far enough, and Pm the moving spring tb a. set
rope that is drawing you"
"Connor, hope not. How can you have had
anything to do with our peoples discomfort
against Mr.. Thornley,. and the troubles that
have worked papa up to such q state of indig
nation th at he cannot rest here week lon CERT"
"Nos Intentionally. perhaps; bnt if had
know of, and oleverly Kept my father and
other people from finding him out for the
sworn rebel and Ribbonman 1 know him to be
the edge Of the bog given to himf And If my
father had notpus him there, could Mr.. Thorn.
ley have turned him outf And If he bad not
had the roof lifted off his head, would there
have been the black blood there is between
his faction and Mr.. Thorpleyf Cousin Anne
would never have heard that gun fired, and we |
should have stayed here till the end of the
'You don't think it q fancy of Anne's, You
think the danger real and that Dennis Malachy |
is in it'll
"I think Thornley, is dunderheaded pedant,
who will act the country on fire if he's left to |
work his own will and that it is high time my |
father was home again. agree with Anne
that he onght never to have left his post, said
Connor, grandly.
''It's easy talking; but with mamma so ill |
ndslwsys SO sad hearted, 1 don't know what
he could have done but travel about to please
her. There are moments when hate myself
fes being glad to GO heme.feF, GeHBor, saw
q look on her face when we were all talking
and laughing last night that jost broke my
heart. She looked as if she thought it was to
her death she was going, and you and laugh
ing over it. l hope the day won't come, Con,
when you'll hate to think it was your doing"
nard goes with us, I'll hate to think of it now.
Ellen, is not the door of the Red House open
ing thislminutef Is not that she herself com
ing down the garden to the street' You look;
"Graciousi what q sadden fit of modesty.
Yes, there che is, with her head mp, stepping
dalntily: What pretty, gay plumsged little
bird is she likef There must be company at
the Mayuards'. She is wearing the lilac.
chequered silk dress that becomes her 80 well,
and generally only comes out on Sunday, and
her freshest bonnet. Perhaps it is protest to
show you that she does not always wear the
poorest gown and scorps to fall back upon
the airy clothing you propose to invest her
with"
"Elen, don't. You have not a spark of
poetry in your composition, declare, or you |
would let those lines alone. Why, positively |
there's Pelham rushing out to open the door
he must have been on the lookout for her fem
the dining room window. Hang him he'll
get the first word, and fancy that it is for his
sake she looks down-hesrted about our leaving
Whitecliffs."
But don't think she does look down
hearted. As well as can judge from the
window, she is little more smiling and i'm
portant than usual in her lilao dTess-like |
little bantam hen furbelowed down to her
feet"
81 shsll rush off, and come back in time to |
escort her home, and have her for few min
utes all to myself; 1 can't stand Pelham's
Watching"