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rah, yell never want n roof ovcryer head
while our little cabin is standin'."
Its you was always the good nnbor,
Pat" said Hanorah, as she got of the
car ethan We, an BunaacM ioith,
now"
Pat pursued his way toward his own
little cabin, where he had promised to
put up the horse and cart for the night.
The man was trembling with excitement
rs he thought of the proposal he had
made to Hanorah. He wondered if she
would fancy he meant anything more
than neighborly kindness, and if SD
He could not trust himself to think
about it, AS for Hanorah she had not
given his words Il thought AS soon us she
entered the cabin door.
''Who was that You came home wild p
asked Ann Lynch us Hanorah entered.
81 came home on Pierce Joyces cart,
but it was Pat Holion that was dhrivin'.
There, aunt, got four shillings for the
hins at Father Flavelles."
"That makes only nineteen shillin's
that we have. Och wirra wirrasthru
an where are we to get the rest nv the
rint?"
"Bedad, aunt, an shure amn't | al
ways thinkin' nv that meself y replied
Hanorah, ms she covered over the miser-
able fire on the hearth--a fire of one sod
of turf and some dried heather roots-in
u vain endeavor to warm herself. "Its
bitther cowld |" she exclaimed, shudder-
ing.
"Who was at the fair o. asked Ann
Lynch, as she crushed into her short
black pipe morsel of the glowing turf
Hanorah enumerated their various
friends and acquaintance.
can why didn't Pierce Joyce come
home wild the horse and cart himself q
she asked.
81 bleeve he went home wild Biddy
Prandhergass an ould Tom"
"Biddys great CATCH remarked Ann
Lynch. "Throth / wish your match was
made wild him, for maybe it's takin' Bid
dy an hei money he'll be. I'll spake to
Father Flavelle, an ask him if he knows
anything"
Don't go say anything about me,
aunt" exclaimed Hanoral, her eyes
flashing. II don't want to throw meself
at anywans head
"Bnt your match must be made for We, ="
TttOTteu Hcr uullt
81 don't want to have any match made
for me-" said the girl. 81 want to be
axed."
"Arrah don't be foolish. Shure,
what would the Majors say if yer match
wasn't made for We like any other dacint
girl? Throth !" she continued querul-
ously, cts the sore an sorry handful
you ever war to me. If yer match isn't
10 i, 1
wher'll We go to? | know Molly Flana-
gan, my husband's-God rest his sowl =
first cousin, will give me shakedown
until | look about mt.
Hanorah was decidedly piqucd and
jealous that Pierce Joyce should have left
her, and have gone home with Biddy and
her father. The girl had plenty of spirit,
and she was goaded almost to madness to
match" for her with one who, whatever he
may have said in the way of love-making
to her, had certainly never asked her to
night, thinking Of handsome Pierce
Joyce, and thinking over all he had said
to her and her shrcwd common sense
to her than had her many other lovers
laughing face, and her lively ways.
The rent day was drawing nearer and
nearer, and yet they had only II ade up II
ON very rare occasions, and there they
sat in the little cheerless, tirelcss cabin,
knitting stockings from morning till night.
uniform lcaden hue, and universal
nj al 70 1ny-n untt 1.1 !,
place. One day. after having knitted
away in silence for considerable time,
Ann Lynch suddenly stood up, put on
her capacious hooded red cloth cloak, and
said
II won't be long ; but won't tell you
where Tn goin'," and so saying she
walked ont of the house. Along the
roads she trudged in the misty, thick
binding rain, her bare feet FLASHING
along the badly kept highways. On she
went until she came to decent little
cabin, and here she knocked Justify at
the door. There was no answer For
full an hour she waited in n neighboring
cow-shed, awaiting the return of Pierce
Joyce, for she had determined to ask him,
for Hanorah's sake, for the loan of the
rent due the next day.
Meanwhile Hanorah her strong, 1.-the
frame weakened from want of proper
nourishment, had stood up and leaned
against the open door knitting. She felt
very lonely. Since the fairday at Cong,
she had neither heard nor seen anything
of Pierce Joyce. What would she not
give to see him! With the natural de-
sires of youth yelling up in her breast,
she longed for little brightness in the
roughness and darkness of her life.
Some one came along the road Hano-
rah Varily looked up-and saw Pierce
Joyce. He stopped when he saw her,
and ran toward the cabin.
"Come in out nv the wet. said Hano-
rah.
"Why it's good for sore eyes to sec
you ! Where was We this while back ?"
"Many's the place was in, :" he replied
looking around. "Whercs your aunt ?"
"She's out" Hanorah could not trust
herself to say much.
can how are ye all this long time
Hanorah Troth +! It's donny enough
yer lookin'."
"Shure it's no wondher. Times is very
bad, an it's no weather to get days
work in now" She looked up wistfully
ct him as she spoke.
"Don't be downhearted, Hanorah," he
said in his customarily kind tones which
made the girls heart beat wildly "We
must look out an get some dacint boy to
put the cOmedher on We. I'm goin' to set
you good example myself, for Just was
spakin to Father Flavelle about me an
little girl"
Cara What are We spakin' about ?"
asked Hanorah quickly, looking up at
him as she spoke, while the color came
and went in her face, and her heart beat
fast.
NDiln't We hear ANYTHING % lie snil