The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-05-19
"Aud why wonld not he have gone :"

as almost to wnisper In his mistress ear
"May he the boys were holding n meeting
thore; maybe IL wss only one or two who
had come together pesceably to hear q bit OF
Mr.. Connor's poetry read, and taste drop OF
| poteen that they bad brought"
"Well, hope you were not there yourself,
| Murdock," said Annie; "you know l don't
allow my people to belong to secret socle'
| ties"
"Aud right You are there" replied M1rdock,
stopping down to pick mp the scattered pieces
of toast with his fingers, and placing the toast
| rack before his mistress with an ostentationsly
meek expression of face that warned Ammo of
the uselessness of attempting to get further in
! formation out OF him.
She turned back with n sigh to her letter,
and road over again the passage thst had pro-
voked her exclamation.
Did not someone say that the world must
be quite a small place because everybody he
met knew someone he knew Have l ex-
pressed that properly without bull Well,
have had an instance of that sort of thing my
self lately, and il has interested me 80 much
that | must write IL to you. First, let me tell
you that sm much happier than when last
wrote in the spring, partly because Connor has
come from Dnblin to spend his vacation here,
aud partly on account of al acq ANITA noe that
has grown out of the adventure 1 am going to
relate. Ysu Will say il is the oldest coiuci-
dence when You bear. Whiteciffe Bay,
" here we have been living for the pact three
mon hs. is a very gay little place, especially in
the au umu. Tatre are mi!es and miles (Pei-
ham would bring me down to yards, bnt l will
indulge in amplitude of speech when write
to ycu) of parad {. e.crowde with visitors and
below and beyond there is region of wet
White sand, broken up with big boulder stones
and iuttug out lodges of rock. This is usually
given up to n inenis of nnTsemaids and dig.
ging children. Connor hates these haunts of
CookneydOm, as he calls them, ard in our
walks EuTries II o at bCeathless speed through
the pupGloUs Gistrict till get beyond
certain rocky wall, where the beach is sol
itAry thai We can nlmost fancy ourselves on
our own shore again, and where he can make
| speeches to the stones, he used to do at
E,tT, One ,nv han pyp had had n ypat lpaI
of poetry, auG COHuor had come ont of his
heroic into bis ridiculous vein, be insisted on
climbing up into followed out mass of rock
aud giving mo a.=erica OF limitations of leotures
by Dublin Professors. He said such absurd
things, aud made himself like 30 many differ
eut people, that 1 tired myself out with laugh.
| ing. In pause, beard echo of my
laugh sitled bat very distinct, come from the
| other side of the stone. Connor jumped down
| like a shot, and almost fell over yonng lady
| who waa seated comfortably at the foot of his
| rostrum on the shady aide with large sketch-
| ing board on her lap. Her ia 2e grew GRIM
son as his whom She saw we had found her ont,
| and she looked up at me IN an appealing way
| U mover saw sucn pretty brown eyes before,)
and said, Il indeed did not mean to listen.
l WAS busy skotohiEg, and did not know what
was going on for long time, and afterwards
| really cOnld not help laughing Her mouth
quivered again as she spoke, and she peeped
| up from under her curly dark eye-lasbss at
| COunor, as IT she were very anxious to know
| what kind of creature ola that rOdomontade
| had come from. was charmed, bat COnuor
walked Oft, down. | cJuld see, in the very
| lowest depth of guinness. 1T did not make
it any better for him. he SAID that it was
! only Elrl. and such vary pretty one, who
had on Serheard His nonsense :; he was all the
more disSrs.ed at being caught making fool
| of himseli.'
| wards on the sands, sometimes with troop of
| children who seemed to be under her charge.
| Cuunor called her, The girl with the shabby
| bonnet and the girl with the pretty eyes
| She used to purse n her mouth and look de-
mure passed, and don't believe we
| should ever have spoken to her if il had not
| been for another littIe incident which these
same children brought about. We came upon
her one evening standing by the edge of the
| water, locking very angry and ready to cry.
Two of the boys had percGed themselves Gu a
high whlte stone round which the tide had
flowed She wanted them to get down, and
they were Fiotuualy daring her to come and
make them. II was only narrow streak of
| water, but it would have spoiled her neat
boots and her fresh muslin skirt to wade
through it. Ii is true about the bonnet and
all the other poor little clothes being shabby,
bat she manages to pat them on with daiuty
air that could not. give to silks and satius.
l saw her glance down at her little feet and
her pick h0unces, and tears of vexation
! swelled up into her big brown eyes. l made
Connor look. In " minute he strode over the
water and was back again W ith Il kicking boy
nnder each arm. We walked back with her
| to the honse where her aunt and uncle live,
Conuor keeping the boys in good order, and
| bringing them back to the height of good hu-
NOR with such stories as only Connor can tell ;
| and since that evening We three-or rather
should say ten, Tor L must include the
seven boisterous cousint- have been the fact
est of fast friends. We did not fad out who
she was at first. The annt's name way May
nard, and we called her Mics Lesbia-she has
the misfortune to own that sonneticdl name
and after o while BabeIte aud Baby, as the
boys call her. The fun is, that Pelham took q
great disgust at our friendship. 1t is to be
confessed that at first We talked about the
MaynardS night and day. Are they respect
able people 2 he asked. They don't keep q
glg,' was all the satisfaction he oould ever get
from Connor. To safety himself, he used to
come down to the Parade to watch US through
an opera-glass as we set out and came back
from our boating excursions. He pronounced
that Miss Maynard was not in the least pretty
quite plain, in fact, and in bad style-jnst
the sort Of friend he should have expected
Conuor and me to pick up and rave about
Yet though his Judgment was 80 dec ded, one
sight of her plainDess did not content him
Somehow or other he WAS always there watch
ing Now there is this a6oG5 our Babette-
she has such n kind heart she never bear
. | In leAye ANYBODY ont of her liking. She Y