The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1881-07-14
BURIED IN THE FLAME.
BY COULTER RUXToN.

out of his large blue ewes, in whic
there slept the spirit of @ood-nature, Ii
shot rays If fun into the dark, flashin
! ones Uf his companion-'.it is yer
rUe," he repeated, II wasn't born wit
/ 4 silver spoon IL my mouth, as the say
ing Is, notwithstanding | was biesse
from TIE mo.nont 1 saw the bright sul
with Il rCtsDHable share of good luck
Wien | came into this beautiful world
hJthlCen-ln;..!e al the more plcasan
by your presence, mavourneen-th
eats GldU NEW, nor the dogs bark:
sure sign, the old lady said who attend
eli on my advent, that my days woul,
pass III peace. and that the love of m,
heart I'll be safe in that of the girl VIII,
was born to be my helpmeet-a tru'
friend through all my life"
.Ahr' said the beautiful Kathleen
with smile and q toss OF her small
spicndiily-poised head, land have yor
found her yet, Mr.. Filzgerald?'
by my faith, l have" said Edgar
smiling. Shes all that my dreams
ever painted me in the form of Il wo
man. 1 love her, Kathleen. All, il
you only knew how deep down in my
heart she has buried herself.'
Then no angel with his trumpet
calling TO Judgment will ever resurrec,
herr
i hope not. Kathleen, hope not.
Why should the darling come out OF
her home into a cold worldT'
10 get Il little air and exercise"
well answered, young lady. But
I'm afraid, should the skitlish. timid,
nervous creature ever get away, there d
be no catching her again"
''Then she's II prisoner, Mr.. FitZger-
ald?"
''She is, and again she is not, Kath-
lcen. You ought 10 know"
Il. How SHOULD lr'
Misery She wants me to answer
what's impossible for u man."
But how can a woman 60 and bury
herself in Il mans heart, and then be
and not be ut liberty 10 do as she
pic:Is.'s?"
Women are born loGicSans now,"
exclaimed FITZGERALD, with Il quizzical
look. 81 always thought when II pretty
ateioea loved u man. that she didn't care
about ranging the commons, and try
ing 10 worry poor devils for whom she
didn't care Il ha'porth.'
''And who do you love, and who do
you imagine loves you?'
Fitzgerald laughed, and stood up.
He was - splendid specimen of Young
warm, soft fire in them as she looked
upon him.
.'And you want me to, answer your
perplexing double question ?'' he
81 shouldn't have asked it if didn't
think you an,annerIy enough to answer
nic,r s.e returned, s9f
Thea IN answer. yoii by repeating
one name twice. It's Kathleen-Katli-
leeni'
The girl turned away her head and
a SIGH.
. She did indeed love FitZgerald-more
more deyoiediy than he sup
posed. Bat there was one whom she
loved rs dearly, in another sense, as her
Young admirer. That one was her
father There had been 4 feud between
the Fitzgeralds and the Fawceits for
and until now the wooing
bvsa son OF the one the daughter of the
oiher lad never happened. Kathleen
teh sthatsa Great 3 gulf, an impossible
al Sss, was-between them, which neith-
er coukI cross zs 90
.'Katlheen, abruptly spoke Fitzger-
aid, don't let us handy words. You
know that love you with all my heart
and soul; that l would lay down my
life if it would please you in any way.
You know that. Now, Girl. why not
speak plain. Tell me you hate me, if
you dare-love me, if you can"
"Edgar,v she whispered, going TO his
side, and placing one of her little hands
on one of his shoulders, lyon know that
it cannot hon " bat if did say that L
loved you? 1t would profit you moth
ing. DO YOU think our love for each
other would wash out forever the bitter
hatred foolish rs ii is-that for centu-
ries has divided our people? Love?
We WHO arc born sworn enemies. love?
No, Ed@ar. Twill tell youI do love
YOU. N one else has my heart but
YOU. But what avails itP Get my
fathers consent, and l will leap into
your arms. He would shoo you down
as ho would q mad dog if lie thought
you cared for mer'
II know. l know. darling. all-all
that. But I'll pray and hope. There's
tells me, Kathleen that our
souls Will yet be united"
lie stopped and kissed the beautiful
girl. ~ - .sEt 81
'.i'll wait and pray, too. Edgar" she
replied, and then went away III the di-
rection of her home, thiuking. dream
ing. shudae;ing,
Edgar Fitzgerald passionately loved
the dark-eyed Kathleen, but the bitter
feud which had so long made the an
ceStors of both generations uncompro-
nlisiug enemies, placed them, rs the
girl had thought and often said. so far
.. .~f
peace being declared between the fami-
lies. Thus the young man mused as he
Law in his bed, the windows of the room
in which it was looking out upon the
homestead of the Fawcctts-a quarter
of a mile distant the old moss ana ivy
covered stone house III which Kathleen,
the only daughter of the family, slept.
and m:yl,ap i'll her dreams wandered
grassy. ilower-carpetcd dells
with the man of all the world she cared
most for. r
And while Edgar rested on his couch
wide awake, pondering on the crosses
of love, his chamber was suddenly il
Eliminated with Il glaring, red light.
Lcaping from his cot. he ran To Il win
dow. A single glance informed him
tli:tt the homestead of the enemies of
his family was in flames.
My Godr' he cried, rs he tumbled
into his clothing and rushed out of the
"Kathleen is in peril. will
save her, thongli / die for it."
With the speed of the antelope he
ran across the intervening space. He
was the first to arrive.
.Iiar' lie mnttercd, "these insane
people will think Il have applied the
IoreIfto their house. Fools! fools!
a window opened in the second story
and the young kathleen looked out
She recognized the presence of her
lover.