News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-02-21
A Boy from Modern Boston.


"DoeS your father know me j!
CASTOR de Murphy looks tenderly
down at the Lady Agnes Riordan as
these words. so full of solemn import.
leave his ruby red lips and flow slowly
out across the broad demesne that
stretches away to the westward from the
castle. and on which the cabhages are
swaving gently to and fro in the soft,
kissing wind that comes languidly up
from the south, as if 10th to leave its
sunny home. And the girl. as they fall
upon her pink-tinted ear, nestles closely
TO him in loving fashion. and, although
her voice is firm when she answers him.
there is a fear haunted loolI'in the dark
brown eyes that are gazing so steadily
into his. and a SLIGHT trembling of the
pretty white arm with its rounded curves
and soft flesh tints that is clinging to
his own.
"T do not know" she saws. "whether
he knows you or not. and that is why
I am so fearful: why nv heart is always
in the anxiety of q painful doubt. It is
because I love YOU so dearly. CASTOR"
the girl continued, "hecause nv love for
Won is of the mad. UnreasOning kind that
would renounca parents. home. wealth.
everything for the one upon whom it is
bestowed, that these doubts are ever
haunting me, ever pePring with their
wicked. leering face from behind the
black clouds of sorrow that fill all the
horizon of my life, fiat life which should
hold for me nothing hUt radiant jnv and
sweet content. And it is only when I
think of vour great love for me. and
better still, when I stand close pressed
in Your arms and feel your heart throh-
binr against mine. that I am happy;
and then there seems to be no grief nor
sorrow in all the wide. wide world, and
the sky, so lately overcast with lowering
clouds, seems like shield of turquoise
bloom lowering over the earth"
''She is daisy from Daisyville," said
CASTOR, softly. to himself, fand can talk
a man black in the face"-and then,
turning to the Lady Agnes, he bends
over her teuderlv and kisses the fair
white face that is upturned to his. She
passes her dimpled hand over his face in
fond, caressing way that shows how
great is the love she bears him. And
then, when both are stepped in the in
cense of great and enduring passion.
when all the world seems rose tinted,
there comes suddenly over the girls face
n wave of pallor and into his brown eyes
a look of CHASTITY horror that it frightful
in its intensity.
"My God |" she cries, 81 hear. it.
There is no chance for mistake"
CLEAR what?' asks CASTOR, his eyes
afiame.
''The ancestral footsteps" says the
Lady Agnes, drawing still closer
to her lover. "My father is coming !"
Ten minutes has passed-hot, seeth-
ing minutes that can never be recalled.
The Lady Agnes bends over form that
lies PROSTATE on the ground at her feet.
"Speak TO me, papa" she exclaims, in
agony-"only one little word to let me
know that you are not dead !"
The man opens his eyes. "And so
that is your lover, Agnes?"
Eyes, papa"
s'And are you sure he did not have
brass knuckles or club ?"
Eyes. papa"
"Then how do you explain his terrible
power?" aud the Duke of Galway pulled
his nose into place as he spoke.
"He was" said the girl. in low,
tremulous tones, "born in Boston. -
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