The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1886-07-15

and his friend reached the little sta
! ton where their journey by rail termi-
mated. As they emerged from the gate
they found a solitary car on the road
side and Hill at once recognized the
driver.
Hello! Mickey Leddy; wet night,
/ isn't it?''
'Arrahl Mr.. Hill, is id yerself that's
in idP Yis, glory be t Godi Ids wet
night, surely, an Isuppose yen have
safe home wild me.
mo, I'm not going home, Mickey,
: but if you're disengaged you might
drive this gentleman and me over to
Raheenbeg."
"Faix, an sure will. Jump up on
the other side and I'll have We there in
a jify"
Hill" said Dillon, as they started down
the road.
"Yes, my friend. it is wonderful what
opportunities are afforded II man when
he is bent on going to the devil head
yard wall, Mickey. Don't you know
it?"
DO 1 know id. is id, Measha. sure ye
haven't forgot the day we wor at the
coorsin' match, whin Joe Coloille's
greyhound Mabel took two turns out ov
the hare in Odlum's forty-acre field
that's up against id. An be the same
token we had glass of spirits aich in
J Nancy Kelly's sheebeen at the Meeten-
aus on the way home that Joe said was
! the best that he ever tasted, an ye
know he ought to be judge"
Five minutes walk from the place
of rendezvous brought Hill to the resi-
dence of the Rev. Mr.. Damer. A female
! servant admitted him to the hall. and
! in response to the question, was Mr..
! Damer at homo, that gentleman made
his appearance from a room in the rear
of the house.
Il regret, sir" said Hill, with great
| gravity, Ito be the bearer of unpleasant
tidings. Mr.. Watkins-you know Ar
thur Watkins, of Trinity-has met with
an accident of serious nature within
half mile of your house." Before the
clergyman could utter q word Hill went
on with nervous rapidity, 81 met him
by accident at Partarlington station,
and as was driving over to Killeigh |
induced him to accept seat as far as
your residence, and l fear poor Arthur
is seriously hurt. Then as the vehicle
is badly smashed, l came on here to
seek assistance"
This is, indeed, lamentable news;
but come inside, sir, while give direc-
tions to have my own car got ready.
Barbara, you will go to Miss Damer's
room and tell her 1 wish to speak to
her."
Barbara fingered 8 moment at the
| door when her master left the room, to
eye the visitor inquisitiyely.
He drew a note from the inner pocket
of his coat and approaching her. said:
barbara, my dear, will you give this
note to your mistress, and tell her that
Mr. Dillon Is waiting for her in the
shadow of the churchyard wall?"
30, may the Lord save US! Maybe
it's what he wants to run away with
her."
Faith, maybe it is, my dear; but
don't let that frighten you. Who knows
but one of these days some likely young
fellow will be running away with your
self? But had you not better give that
letter to your mistress at once, and tell
her, as her father will drive in an op-
posite direction to where her lover waits
her, she will have the chance of meet
ing him at last"
A few minutes later Mr. Damer and
his daughter entered the room. Miss
Damer was scarcely pretty, and Hill
was wondering at his friends blindness
until she raised her eyes to his
Eyes too expressive to be blue,
| Too lovely to be gray.
And which certainly gave a singular
charm to her face.
~ have told my daughter, sir, and
since we cannot start for a quarter Of
an hour or so. you will take some re-
freshments.
"Couldn't hear of it, SIR" Hill said
hurriedly, Il must return to my poor
friend at once, and l am sure you will
make all haste possible" Before the
clergyman could reply Mr.. Hill was out
of the room, and as he descended the
steps he muttered with sigh of relief:
Heaven be thanked for this lucky es-
cape from an ugly predicament"
At 1880 that night Maurice Dillon,
with Lucy clinging to his arm, entered
the parlor of a cottage in Dublin sub
urb. A gray-haird lady was reading
by the fire, whom Dillon addressed as
follows: '.Aunt Mary. this is Lucy Da-
mer, whom you know l have long
loved. Since the powers that be were
against us, we've taken the law into
our own hands. and ran away with
her tonight"
Aunt Mary looked at the trembling
girl for moment, and said with calm
severity: 'ln my younger days, Miss
Damer, an Irish girl had a reputation
for modesty for which her countrymen
were very proud. And you. sir. an
Irish gentleman, have dared to compro-
mise the honor of this young lady by
your criminal recklessness."
1--we only followed the example OF an
ancestor of ours, who is your own par
ticular hero. Aunt Mary. That Capt.
Maurice Dillon, who fought with Lord
Clare at Fontenoy. ran away with as
pure and true girl as ever bore the
name of wife"
Pm not going to split logical straws
with you, sir. You will return to your
college Immediately, and twill be a
miracle if they don't expel you yet.
Come over to the fire, Miss Damer, you
are positively shivering with the cold.
and you will give me your papa's ad-
dress. 1 shall telegraph to him in the
morning"
"Oh! MISS Dillon. please"
"Yes, Aunt Mary is right, as she al
ways is. shall 60 into town, OF course,
and don't cry. Lucy. Aunt Mary will
be very kind to you, for didn't tell you
on our way up that she's thousand
bricksP"
Young man. how often have l told
you not to use slang in my presenceg
And by way of answer he threw his
arms around her neck and gave her a
resounding kiss; but it was almost
tlmidly he took Lucy's hand in his to
say good night although he looked
yearningly into the eyes that long ago
had made him captive. Perhaps Aunt
Mary saw that yearning glance and the
look of love that answered it. l only
know that as her nephew left the room
she said in gentle tones: 'Mlss Damer
that careless boy always leaves the hal
door open. viii you kindly close il
after him"
Which of my fair readers has not al
ready arrived at the conclusion that
Maurice and Lucy were married? he
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