, 1879-12-29
Nora Chreeman.

Nora CnFet1nan.
A fresh young Irish voice rang out
in merry song, voice like birds, il
was so full of trills and quiverines
Twas the beauty of an Irish face which
was raised laugbingly to Lord Kill
derms. Twas a pair of the bluest OF
Irish blue eyes which looked up to his
as the sweet young voice continued
$50 you are going away, Lord Kill
derm ?"
Lord Kilderm looked down into those
blue eyes with gaze of passionate
longing. Had he not looked into them
with passionate longing ever since he
met lis wild young Irish beauty, Nora
Chreeman, three months before? Had
he not begged with passionate longing,
the Joy of looking forever in those
same blue eyes? But never so much
as word of love had little Nora's rose
bud lips ever given him.
He looked at her now with dark eyes
alight with such intense love as to
startle even the laughing girl who had
caused that love. He did not reply to
her question, and before she could ask
it again she felt herself encircled by a
strong arm and pressed close to Lord
Kilderm's s Leart. She could hear it
beat with cverpowering love for her as
she lay there on his breast, lay there
with such an exquisite sense of Joy as
to fairly conquer her-and Nora Cree
man was not easily conquered; but
she owned it to herself with sort of
gasp-she loved him. But she would
never let him know it, she thought.
never. so long as she lived.
With this thought she struggled free
from his fond arms, and stood little
way off, looking at HIM with mischiev-
GUS eyes.
Little Nora do you love me? l
could have sworn it a moment ago,
looking into your precious face. You
will be my wife, little one?" he ques-
toned eagerly.
She laughed low, little laugh, in
which a close observer might have de-
tected q ring of bitterness.
"Love you? Nora Chreeman love
you?" Again the silvery laugh foated
forth. What would Lord Kilderm's s
naughty and aristocratic parents say if
they knew that their idolized son and
heir was asking an humble little Irish
girl to be his wife,"
All. So this is the reason she evaded
him so long, Lord Kilderm said to him
self. He would try and overcome that
objection, although he knew every
word the girl uttered was true. He
could picture to himself his dainty
mothers horror, his fathers anger, if
they knew the true state of affairs. But
he would risk his fathers anger ten
times over if he could, by doing SO,
claim Nora Chreeman as his own.
- care not what they would think, y
he answered, daringly. "Am not my
own master? Only say you will marry
me, darling, and they may think what
they may
But the blue eyes never softened, the
little feet did not come step nearer;
instead, they retreated farther away.
81 fully appreciate the honor, my
lord, but decline becoming Lady Kill
derm." she replied in a mocking voice.
"And by the way it is nearly three
o'clock, and 1 ought to have been home
an hour ago."
She picked up her pretty straw hat,
now covered with wild flowers, as she
spoke, and, shaking the flowers from her
hair, and smoothing the wrinkles from
her plain white dress, she turned to go.
"Nora, you will not leave me without
one word of hope? Remember, shall
not see you again till can get away
from London, which will be month
at the very shortest" he implcred,
pleadingly.
"Then I advise you not to come and
see me again, as, once for all, Lord
Kilderm, will never be your wife," in
tone of firm decision. Forget mel!
she said, with sudden earnestness.
Go back to London, and marry some
proudly reared and nobly born lady
whom your parents have chosen fol
you, and prophesy that in a week you
will have forgotten Nora Chreeman.
"I could not forget you, little Nora
and, by Heaven! you shall be mine,
swear it! Those sweet lips shall yei
say you love me-"
She picked up her hat which had
again fallen to the ground, and with 9
1auphinp UTime will tell Lord Xii