Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1886-06-10

lations. In pretty way indeed I've been
doing the honors of my native capital! Let's
go In for good wholesome round OF Christ
mas dissipation. l suppose we shall find
some OF the old Strand theatres standing
YETI"
Accordingly for the next ten days he tried,
In an aimless, feverish way, TO keep pace
with the young colonist In his healthy crav-
ing for amusement and sightseeing, tried to
appear Interested In the lime-lit scepes, the
merry music, the wondrous pantomime
pranks In which he had revelled ten years
before. But all the pleasures Of civilization
from which he mad been so long excluded
served only TO irritate him; he longed for the
solemn silence of the Australian plains again.
One morning at the beginning of the third
week In December Irving burst into his room
and triumphantly flung q bit OF paper upon
the table before him.
Read that, my boy, and never say die
again, II you pleaseW
He took up the piece of paper, and read
aloud the words
"'Arbutus Lodge, Red Sands Road, Red
Sands, Co. Dublin Well, what does it
mean? What is it TO me?''
"What Is il to you-eh? Well, can't say
only that it was your wife's address less
than three days ago."
Heyland sprang to his feet with torrent
of stammering inquiry.
''Stem it, stem it, Iieyandw the other in
teuupted II can give you no further infor-
nation. Last night had a line from Cole
man, telling me TO call at his Office i'm the
morning; but, when ! went there, | found
that he had been summoned away by tele-
gram, only an hour before, to some distant
part of the country. His clerk handed me
the following brief nOte-'Thls Is the address
requested. Lady has been living there some
time. That is all the information can give
you"
well, please Heaven, We'll know all we
want To know before tomorrow night! Dear
boy, are you ready to start with me? l shall
cross by the Irish mail this evening""
The next morning found them in ''dear
dirty Dublin" whence they departed In the
afternoon for Red Sands, a sleepy little sea
side town about sixteen miles TO ths north of
the city.
They put up at a rustic hotel kept by
Mrs. Catherine Flynn, lady of comfortable
and comely proportions, who received her
unexpected guests with festive heartiness
which impressed Irving favorably.
They lighted their cigars after ordering
dinner, and passed ont of the back of the
house through little kitchen-garden, ut the
bottom of which line of still wintry sea
creptup the velvet sands with soothing gurg-
ling sound. 1t was fine frosty evening,and
the purple heavens were studded with in
Vulnerable stars.
IL like the smell of the place" said Irving,
with an appreciatiye sniff. I'VE have good
hour before dinner; let us have brisk tramp
along these silent sands and get up an appe-
tite."
NO" opposed Heyland half fiercely.
"What dye think I'm made of, man? To
think that l could sleep one night in this
place and not know Tiff am breathing the
same air as shev'
So they turned towards Red Sands Road,
which was not hard to find, being but an
aristocratc continuation OF the main street.
ornamented with some dozen or 50 villa resi-
dences about fifty yards apart
(which is Arbutus Lodge? That Is the
question: muttered Irving. IL don't see
how we can find out in this light. l cannot
distinguish the names on the gate-posts. All,
here comes our man, the postmanV
"Arbutus Lodge, SURF the man repeated.
"Why it's the very house foreninst we SURF
Can you tell me-" asked Irving, slipping
coin into the officials ready hand, ''who
lives there at PRESENT.
''To be sure, surf The present tinant Is
Cornalus OCallaghan, Esquire, barrister-at-
law, and agent to Lord Glendale"
Cornelius OCalloghanv' echoed Irving
blankly, Isis there no one else living In
the hOuSer'
''Oh bedad, an never said there wasn't,
sur" laughed the man. There's Mrs. OCal-
laghan-I wouldn't be overlookin' her-and
there's family comm as fast as ever ii can.
Look at the bundle of letthers / have for
them. think they must be gOin' to give
Christmas-paTty. The compliments of the
saisOn to We, sur and thank we kindlyp
Heyland laughed bitterly as the man
vanished.
"Don't be downcast Heyland," urged his
friend though rather ruefully. There may
be mistake in the name of the house. Ar
butus Lodge, Laurel Villa, Cedar Cottage
they're all so much alike. Let's 60 back and
consult our landlady-she'll put us on the
right track, warrantr'
Heyland made no reply, but moved towards
the half-open gate and looked in wistfully.
The house presented q handsome well-kept
appearance, and was approached by a circu-
lar carrage-drive neatly glavelled.
After few minutes hesitation, he enter
ed and walked up softly, followed by Irving.
On one side Of the hall door was large
bay-window the blinds Of which were not
drawn, and the rlddy light of clear wood
fire bathed the room inside In a coy glow,
which was however almost Immediately
quenched by the entrance of a servant bear
ing powerful paraffin-lamp
Irish Observation-Disclosures Eve nineteenth
century, muttered Irving approvingly. "A
very rich and effective bit of coloring In
deedp'
He was right; the scene which met their
eyes was as pretty and as pleasant a picture
Of domestic peace and comfort as one would
care to see. The room was evidently din
ing-room, for In the center stood a table
draped in snowy damask, laden with silver,
sparkling crystal, dishes of ruddy fruit and
vases of flowers and dropping ferns. The
walls were dull crimson, which threw out
artistically the heavily-framed pictures hung
with Christmas evergreens A soft-t0ned
square OF Persian tapestry was stretched be-
fore the fireplace, on which two fair-haired
children were playing with kitten, while
seated In an easy-chair with her back to the
window was lady on the coils of whose soft
golden hair the light fell graciously-also
touching tenderly the downy pate Of an in
FAINT nesting against her shoulder. Irving
flung away his cigar and turned to his friend,
who was'standing in the shelter Of shrub
few yards from him.
1--WE had better be moving, hadn't WEI
| The sight Of that comely spread has made
me feel uncommonly peckish, let me tell you.
Stop, thought Enter the O'Callaghan him
self must see of what stuff the doughty
agent Is made. A massive squireen, by the
powers! He looks as IL he'd enjoy his din
ner. wish he'd ask me In 10 share tip