New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1884-07-06
NOBLE BLOOD.
A STORY.
BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE.


Toward noon he took his hat ana umbrella and
walked out. On the stairs he met Molly. who
eoyered him with an apprssing glance. ana said
"Good luck 10 you, SIR"
Thank you, Molly; and, mind yOu. shall hold
you responsible If anything goes wrong"
"There'n be no harm to-day. anyway" SAID she
with nod: and upon this ambiguous valedictIon
Ambrose sailed forth.
Fogettinx for the nonce. his painters instincts.
and with his mind fixed upon the immediate future,
he assembled the HILL skirtvd the estate and reached
the entrance gate. which was on the sesward SIDE.
While he stood there delibe ating what to do next,
he deserted Mr. Flynn making toward him from
the stabla The following dialogue took place
aGood morning Tim Is Miss Fitzgerald Olsen
gagged to-dayp
she is then your horror, sor. And she bid me
say 1t was pleased she'd be to receive vou more by
token YOU being of a country friendly 10 Ireland
sor and Owen a fine old Irish name. as your honor
knew none better the day ye took it. BE pleased
10 follow me- sor; It's myself will usher ys into
the presence"
Feeling a little perplexed Ambrose followed Dir.
Ilynu accordingly.
The door OF entrance was under spacious arch,
that passed completely through the house and com
munIcated with the courtyard inside. Above the
srchwav on either side, two large projecting
windows with diamond-shaped panes just such
windows a. that in Siguenes to which the Ill
starred Donna Emerenc ANA permitted Don ChImen
de LLAMA 10 attach silken ladder as is related
TO Don Cl6ophas Leandro Perez Zambullo by his
delectable little devilship. Senior Asmodeus. The
caves of the house projected far that lover in
silk velvet cloak and sashed satin smallcl0thes
might have found shelter beneath IL from the RAIN
while the bravoes hired to assasslnate HIM might
have lurked ten deep. beneath the dark arcbway.
Altogether il was an excellent place in which 10
enjoy the romance aud peril of elopement. just
at present, however il looked very quiet and
duenna-like. The point of interest was within.
Msrshalled by MIR. Flynn, Ambrose traversed a
corridor of fair height and breadth. but badly
lighted and entered large room on the right. 1t
was a solemn, dusky apartment; the Oaken wains-
coting was carefully polished. the furniture had
character and substance. the fireplace was hooded
cavern. with a coat of arms carved on the yellow
marble panels. There portraits on the walls
by Kneier Lawrence and Reynolds. IL was q
room In which had lived many generations Of men
and women. and built, not for wi1m or a
fashion but for ifetmes upon lIietlmes. IL had
been lived by person of simpler and less civilized
manner, than those Of the present day. yet always
$50 Ambrose fancied of gentle blood and traditions.
The great plauks that formed the door. though
waxcd aud polished now aud covered with Turkey
rugs had known "A time " hen SAND aud ,awdust had
been their only covering: aud although the two
poudcruu- beams that crossed each Other on the
ceiling had boon painted white and forbidden 30 OBJ
trndr themselves they could not disguise their stal
wart proportions. nor the lact that they followed
tho shape Of the trees whose trunks thry were,
tipcrlug from butt TO crotch. The door. with 10,
massive Frame its solid breadth. its huge hinges
aud irrr-ulIry squared panels, WAS heavy " Ia
history and the deep wIudow-seat looked az #
clumsy aIquebuses might have been eyelled across
htr. IA uritu 4 tyts fppll "
fitted up ISL tn cushions ana curtains. This was
home whose roots struck far down into earth's
vial. and which had divine right 10 he, because,
like mountains and mOnarches. II had existed
long.
Thourh Ambrose noted these particulars with his
outward eyes those Of his soul were directed not
elsewhere than toward the door; aud after taking
q few turns across the room, he planted himself on
The hcarthug. and promised himself not TO STIR
thence TIL she came in He waited for what seemed
a long while What costume would she wear
would she smile or look gravel would she choose TO
remember OF to forget their previous cncountersf
After these subjects of speculation had been ex-
hausted he still held doggedly 10 his position, and
counted twenty-five nifty, one hundred. two hun
dred-and Was getting on to two hundred and fifty
when the door softly opened, and Miss Fitzgerald
came IN.
She was a tall. seriOus, long-feaured lady, about
forty-hve, with atmosphere OF lavender ana OF
grand loquent and gratutons inspiration. Am
brlses rcyulson Of feeling great that no ont
burst could have done justice 10 il aud he bowed
and smiled "a # he had not only expected to see
Just such lady but rather enjoyed the spectacle.
An mated conversation at once began but what
was said during the first ten minutes Ambrose
never knew. The lady spoke with a beautiful
Cork accent. hut with few local solectsms of ex-
preston she had apparently spent much Of her
time among books aud had a booEish manner of
speech. AT last he heard her say:
"Oh. beyond compare, your greatest poet My
first love- and he will be my last! Let my fire burn
a brightly - IL WILL never Will forget that Il
first kndled at his altarw
Ambrose was a man Of the world He did not ask
who the poet was. tie said Ny own calling s
much humber | am a painter. You have some
good portraits here. That kneller, especially.
One of your ancestors, presumed"
@The grandfather Of the late Mr.. Cadogna, when
in youth Long previous Il need not tell you TO
the alliance with our family You are cODversant
with the annals of our racei But sure. they are
part OF the annals Of the world-the noblest and
most romantic part. TurlOugh. monarch of Erln
created the first Earl of Desmond IN lO9; and for
six hundred years all history rang with their deeds
Have YOU read but gentleman Of your cultivation
must have read NV Bal al of the Great lar
Thomas and Mogeely Castief Il IL nOt-though
say 1.-THE most stirring tale ever told IN verse r
And. let me add. the verse worthy of the tale.
Your late brother n-awS name is not Irish one.
Italian, should suppose r
And you will be- right You a man of dis
cernmeut-Of keen bold, yet subtle and cautious
Intelligence one who grasps the of things and
shakes II free OF all fortu tOus accreton. AM and
see IN you-But pardon / am deeply veIsed IN
the mysteries OF character read the soul at a
giance-in the eye, IN the smile in the hands IN
whiting gesture. Perchance should not reveal my
awful power openly but | am all sncerity-a
stranger To guile. An infant could deceive me-pot
my insight but my trustinlnessl Yet not more than
oncel Oh. mol Betray me once-though but in the
information of a syllable-and ever after point at
you the whitening finger of contempt aud hate and