The Irish standard., 1886-07-31
MARY LEE,
Or
THE YANKEE IN IRELAND.
RY PAUL PEPPERGRASS. Esq.
Author of "Shandy MCGUIRE" 1.-THE spe-
wife" etc.
CHAPTER XIV-(Continued.)

the same altar? When shall we become
sisters in faith, as we are now in attec-
tion?"
s'Sooner. perhaps, than you antici-
pate" replied Kate, kissing the fore
head of the lovely girl.
s'You've read vhe little books l gave
you?''
eyes, and liked them too; but I've
been reading another book, which
speaks more eloquently Of your faith,
and draws me nearer to the threshold OF
your church, than all the controversial
works ever written"
so, I'm so delighted, dear Kate!
What is it?"
II can't tell you that
:.Wby so?'
sYou would blush all over, and run
away
Ibid T ever read it?'
'tNever, I believe, though it belongs
to you, and to you alone; for there's
not another like it in the whole world. y
''Belongs to noe?"
"'Yes, to your very self, and yet
you're quite unconscious OF it's posses
sion; but come with me to the steps~I
must not delay another minute" +"
The two young friends now walked
hand in hand across the green lawn, and
stood at the head OF the long flight Of
steps, looking down at the boatmen pre-
pairing to leave.
"Randall's coming here tonight" +"
said Mary.
ttPoor fellow T. wish he were safe
off to the south; fer, indeed, he must
soon be caught ii he stays here much
longer. Do you remember him in your
prayers, Mnry?''
'sSometi1nes," murmured the blush
inc girl, looking down on the grass at
her feet.
'srhen pray for him earnestly to-
night" whispered Kate; and tenderly
embracing her dear young friend, she
ran down the steps before the latter
had time to ask single word Of ex"
planation.
'sNow, my l.sas," she cried, jumping
into the stern sheets, and taking the
tiller in her own hands, tsnow for it
out with every oar in the boat, and
stretch to them with q will; we must
make Castle Gregory in al hour and
twenty minutes, if it Gun be done with
oar and sail. u
HCan't, Miss Kate! impossib]e!'' said
the cocksweiu, tautening the foresheet:
:sthe ebb ti,le viii meet us ut Dunree. y
sNot if this breeze freshens little, +"
responded Kate. looking over her
shoulder; sand it shall-for there it
comes dancing in to us from the mouth
of the longh.'
CHAPTER XIV,
ssConle i1,;' said Weeks, glancing
over his shoulder at the tall, dark form
OF his cousin, Robert Hardwrinkle,
standing in the doorway. >sCome in;
I'm not engaged.'
:srhank you,' said his host, creeping
softly in, and closing the door noise
lessly behind him. 81 thank yous !
merely callel. at my good mothers re-
quest, TO inquire for your health. She
always fears, poor creature, you're not
well when you don't come down to lis in
family prayer.
well, can't say I'm sick, exactly, -
responded Weeks, throwing up his feet
on the back of q chair, and offering his
companion g cigar, which the letter
modestly declined Cant say I'm
sick, though hain't got quite clear of
that confounded wedding scrape yet.
But the fact is, my dear fellow. l. dread
tbese almighty long prayers Of yonrs-I
do, really.'
sis it possible?''
"a fact; I feel sorter out Of place
like, sitting down therein the family cir
cle--well. kinder green, you know.
Why, it's just like this--I ain't accus-
ton1ed to it exactly; business men in the
States amt got time to pray, as you do
here in the country"
"Ah, but. my dear Ephriam, you
should make time, for prayer is indis-
pensible to salvation. You cannot please
God without it,
so, prayer is very good thing, al
low" said Weeks, slowly putting his
cigar, and beating off the smoke with
his hand. Tits an excellent thing for
those who can attend to it; but it don't
suit men in trade TO spend whole hours
atprayer, and neglect their business.
s'Ah, but you can attend to both, it
you only try
tsWhy, we do try. We read the Bible
and go to meetings three times on the
Sabbath; that's about, I reckon, as much