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LOST FOR LOVE.

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LOST FOR LOVE.
a Thrilling Chi, ago Novel.
tBy Joseph Medill, the Chicago Tribune Novelist ]
Chapter I.---From a Race T"at kiIis.
$50, Constance has given him the
shake?"
Eyes"
" 'Tis well the lady Gertrude hath not
heard of this, else were it better for Regi-
maid that the broad demesne DER which
he rules so haughtily held lightly in its
grass-covered bosom his palhd corse
The proud, vinlictive spirit Of the Null
caheys will not brook IN insult, aId. by
my hnldom, 'twere well for the Young
lord of Tompkinsville that he wear IL steel
corselet DER his perjured heart this night
ere the steel-slod hooss Of his palfrey are
heard crossing the drawbridgc that leads
to the Castle Mahon,y Mark yoii this,
Wilifred, It's not II light offence that one.
cen though he be rich and young, and
handsome, step in between a Mulcahey
and the one he loves
Chapter Il.-for IL Yea Rnd IL Day.
twas Miriam Mccarthy eighth Ouch
ess of Connemara, who spoke these words,
and Wilifred O'Brien gazed at her with a
sad earnestness AS she leaned gracefully
over the back yard fence, her sunny coun-
tenance flecked here and there by dash
of soap-suds, whose delicate whiteness
brought out in bold relief the vivid colors
of her roseate complexion. Wilifred was
Il pale, intellectual youth, and prided
himself on his ancestry. Once he had
said to the Jones hoy. II am n descend
ant Of noble race. The blood OF three
kings flows in my veins" But the Jones
boy had only laughed i'll his coarse, brutal
way, and replied that some day n man
would come along with tlush and cap
tnre the three kings. Wilifred had
brooded over this and other evidences of
the barbarism that was continually out
cropping III the lives Of the poor, plebe-
ian Americans whom he was compelled
sometimes to meet, and his naturally sun
ny disposition had become SO sourcd that
he would often put down the hod and
mutter strange oatns to himself. taking
no heed of aught that WAS passing in the
busy world around him, until chunk of
plaster from the hand of the head brick
layer flew merrily i'll his direction, aud lie
hastened to relieve the Duke of Galway,
who should have been two places below
him on the ladder. He loved Miriam
Mccarthy with wild, passionate, soul
melting love that, like the mighty glacier
of she Alps, bore on its outward surface
no indication of tine tremendous force
within. Two years ago she had first seen
him Ms he walked with his proud, County
Antrim stride along the streets anil the
blare of trumpets, the rattle of drums,
and the graceful and fiery prancing OF
the mporarily-otl-duty omnibus horses
as the United Sons Of Hlbernia swept
with stately grace past her ancestral home
on the avenue. 81 DO not care, she said.
softly, to herself, blushng ns she spoke,
''if he has got his graudfathcr's plug hat
on to Inc ne Is all that is noble, and
manly, and pure, and good,
Two weeks later they had plghtcl their
troth, and were now looking forward with
all the rosy hopcrulness OF youth to the
halcyon days when they would he forever
bound together by the holy tie Of matri-
mony, and diinplel babe coo merrily
forth its dulcet cries when the collie came
like thief in the night, and the pare
goric bottle had vanished into the deep
mystery of the Hereafter.
Chapter III.---The Rivai's Reward.
care you going to the wake this eve
ning?"
1t was thus that Pizarro McGinness.
the young Earl of Ballyhooly, spoke to
Miriam Mccarthy two hours after til .
above conversation had taken place.
"Whos the corpse?" askel Miriam, n
bright smile illumining her features at
the thought OF the unexpected society
event which had come to her.
Cecil Clancarty, replied Pizarro.
Miriam's heart beat great throh. $50
then" she thought, "ths proud beauty
who won my brothers love two summers
agone, only to cast it aside when the pic
mic season was over MS carelesslv rs papa
slings his dinner-pail into the corner
when he returns in the cleaning from
the horse-railway barns, is dead. She
did not care, when my golden haired
Rupert came home full as tick, and
carefully placed his boots ON the ctagcre
before retiring. The poor boys heart
was breaking for love OF her, but she
laughed his suit to scorn and now she
has died amid all her follies, and sins,
and six-button kid gloves" Then, mas
tering the emotion which had momentari
ly almost overcome her, Miriam turned
to Pizarro and asked; "What happened
her ?"
"Aneurism of the heart, believe, -
was the reply.
"You don't say SO - exclaimed Miriam.
II always said she would kill herself
some day, the way she powdered and
painted"
"Well,' said the young man, trihe
impatiently, twill you be there to-
night?"
Eyes. I'll come
"And may l escort you home ?"
81 will see You later on that point, was
the witty response; and with light,
merry ha-hn-villain-l. scOrn- yuur- proifer-
rl.suit laugh on her lips, Miriam sprang
lightly from the ash-bnrrel on which she
was seated, and began to shoe the geese
out OF the front yard
Chapter lV.---Evcn TO Death.
II cannot allow you to 90 home with
me, Mr.. McGinnis, said Miriam, as she
left the wake,
"Why not q
because my bctrothed, Mr.. O'Brien,
has told me that you are lacking in the
sdrOT rirrc which every true cultured
gentleman should possess in other
words, that You are n 'far-down.
"If had him here, Kissed the young
man through his clenched teeth, "me-
thinks my wealth OF box-toed boot would
toy with his custom-made pants awhile. "
Would it, indeed ?" said voice from
the steps of n neighboring sour-mash en-
porium. "Then defend yourself as best
You may"
Each man spat on his hands, and sailed
in. As they rolled around on the side
walk, Miriam shrank in terror to the side