Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1886-06-17
UNLUCKY NED.
by THE AUTHOR OF adde's HUSBAND"
''MADAME's DAUGHTER" DOCTOR
PAIMER's PATIENT" &c. &c.

tie puppyp
Heyland looked stupidity down at the
speaker a shabbily-dresSed little girl, whose
soft blue eyes sought his face with fearless
pleading reproach. He made no reply, SO
she stole away, the pup cuddled up in her
plying arms.
"Who-who is that child" he asked, as
Mrs. Flynn hurried up to learn the cause of
the noise-'that child gone down the pas
sageY Is she yours, Mrs. Flynn?"
Mine? Oh, dear, no, sur Ny little ones
has hair and eyes as black as crows and
cheeks as rough and as red as the gils of
turkey-cock. That little girl is none o. mine;
she's just come down from school in Dublin
~ spend the day with her ma. / fetched her
myself from the train; and dare say she'll
be called for when church is over. Gertie
Heyland Is her name and dear little maid
She Goodness save us, sir Are you i'll?
What's the matthery'
ut is only passing seiZure-he's accus-
toned to them! Don't be frightened, Mrs.
Flynn; il will be over in few minutes"
said Irving, with great presence of mind,
hurrying his friend back into the room, where
he sank with quivering sigh into chair,
covering his poor face with one strong snewy
hand
"Enoch Arden, Enoch Arden" muttered
Irving, with savage bitterness, as he stood, a
few moments later, gazing with pain across
ihe shadowless wintry sea stretched before
him, "Enoch Arden! It's the most wretch
I'd, most beastly, disgusting story l ever
heard in my life! Oh hang me If | ever let
myself be dragged into another domestic
tragedy of the kind If ever let fellow SPIN
we personal yarn again Poor Heyland.
poor fellowl To think that his life should
be wrecked, his heart broken, by yellow
haired Jade like that-to think that he, the
toiler, the sufferer, should have nothing, and
she everythng-even his child l can't think
of il. And now to get him off quietly by the
1880 train. | have nearly an hour to spare,
and that time must spend in obtaining some
particulars of that wretched woman and her
marriage. He'll want to know in a few days.
Mrs. Flynn, guess, is the woman for me in
this emergency"
He strolled back to the coffee-room, where
the buXom landlady was busy with dusting-
brush. Propping himself against a window
which looked out upon the garden where lit
tie Gertie, surrounded by Mrs Flynn's APP
ple-faced flock, was feeding noisy gather
ing OF chickens, he opened conversation, and
presently by skilful turn brought her round
10 the mendge of Arbutus Lodge, which
elected a spirited sketch of Mr. Callaghan's
political career and willy management Of the
Glendale tenantry.
Yes" said Irving, with well-acted care
lessness, "he is believe, a clever sort OF
man. Has he been living here longY"
Ever since his marriage, about five years
ago"
"She's a handsome wOman-his wife"
Mrs. Flynn pursed up her lips.
80 the gentlemen find, | understand,
though she's not my style of beauty. And L
must say, and always will say, that, as
Corney 0'Callaghan gets his livin' out o the
country, he might very well ave taken a
wife out of it too! Faith he might! They're
as plenty about here as berries on the hedges
--good-lookin' healthy gurls, and not a man
TO pick them up-fve o. them at the Grange,
three o. Colonel Sulivan's, two more at"
Then Mrs. OCallaghan is an Engishwo-
man. l infer?"
"Ay-to the backbone! It's case of mo
Irish need apply ever since she come to the
place, five year ago. Not that any respecta-
bic Irish CURL would stop in her sarvice long
for, of all the short-fsted, long-tongued,
pantry-pryin' mistresses Red Sands ever
knowed, for all her sweet looks, she's the
worst Why, she changes her cook every
month, and, as to housemaids and parlor-
maids, we'll"
Irving laughed cynically.
"And this" he thought, 'is the treasure
for whom Heyland is pining! l dare say, if
Corney were consulted in the matter, he
would pronounce his fate the harder of the
two" he said aloud. SIS she such shrewP
j shouldn't have imagined it from her APP
pearance. All, talk of the Ahem! Mrs.
Flynn, why, there's the lady in question in
terviewing your children in the gardenp
Mrs. Flynn bounced forward with very red
cheeks.
Mrs. O'Cailaghan in my garden! / don't
believe itp She burst out laughing, and
then added, as that who you call Mrs. o Cal
laghan, sur? Sure that's the best story ever
heard in my lifel Why, that's Mrs. OCal-
laghan's nuTsery-governess, poor widow
lady of the name of Heyland, said to have
known betther days! That Mrs. 0'Callag-
han! / wondher what Corney 'ud say to
that? He's been accused of casting sleeps
eyes at her, and she has to laive next month
by madam's orders. In consequence people
do say she's had pressin' invites to stop for
good in Sandhills both from Doctor O'Leary
and the High-Church parson at Saint Jude's,
but that she'll have none of them, bein' a
widow-woman after ST. Paurs own heart.
Not that hold with widows not havin' a
second chance"
MRS. Flynn" exclaimed Irving, whirling
her suddenly underneath a big branch OF
mistletoe hanging from the chandelier, ''ii
that rascal Pat Flynn ever gives you second
chance, Just you apply to me, and you'll find
I'm your man." And, before the indignant
astonished matron had recovered breath from
the unexpected assault, he was out on the
sands dancing fantastic war-dance expires
sive of demoniac jubilation, she afterward:
informed her husband.
Keep your head keep your head, Irving,
was the young man. voiceless refrain-"keeI
your head, for you have precious morning.
work before you-that you havel You mus
break 1t to her and to him gently, softly, with
tenderest circumlocution, or else Heaven
only knows what may happen. AS 1t Is, by
Jove, do feel uncommonly nervous about
the whole businessl A hint too hurried, q
word too soon, and may drive one to Bed
lam and the other to premature grave! She
looks precious fragile, and he's half dement,
ed as 1t is! Oh, Enoch Arden, Enoch Arden
you poor old ghost, give me helping hand
I'm half demented myself. To think we
took the governess for the mistress-the gov.
'erness for the mistressl Ha, hal But mus
open fire somewhere; 1t would be too crue
TO let them waste another hour of this glori
Gus dayp'
He hurried back TO the hotel, and at tn
gate was confronted by Mrs. Heyland, VIII
was leaving with her little daughter.
Fragile, decidedly fragile" he muttered
shut wearing uncommonly WE'LL To judg
by looks, should put her good three year
on the right side of thirty; but she must b
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