The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1886-10-24

student of Trinity college. Dublin, and
as he spoke he laid his hand famiIiarly on
the shoulder of friend standing at a
book-stall by the college wall, and alb
sorbed in the pages of a volume picked
up haphazardly.
"Well Dillon, what is it Z"
81 think you will do me a service,
which, while it will not entail a great
deal of trouble on yon, may help to Sc
cure my future happiness"
"Of course it goes without saying |
will But what makes Maurice Dillon
look as solemn as an undertaken at his
wife's funeral ?"
"This is not TIE place to tell you, Hill.
Come across to the Star and Carter and
over a che p and glass of bitter beer you
can hear the story"
Seated in quiet corner of that snug
old hostelry Mr.. Dillon commenced:
s'You are Kings county man, Hill
Tullamore, l believe"
His companion nodded in the affirma-
tive, and Dillon went on:
A dirty little hole of town, built in
a bog, isn't it ] In fact may take it you
are bogtrotter."
You may take 1t that am a genuine
bog-trotter, but, Dillon, if you please, you
will cast no aspersions on my native
town.
"Ohi | mean no offense I assure you
Dillon explained, with a laugh But
was thinking of saying that Charles Lev
er has left on record. He says that among
Irish towns Tullamore is only remarkable
for Che superlarative ueliness of its fe-
male natives. There, now, don't get
your back up I'm willing not to believe
a word of it. But Tell me, am | safe in
assuming that you know the country with
in radius of dozen miles of Tulla-
more?"
Every inch of it, but what is this
leading up tor"
"Will you have pati5nce--two weeks ago,
when you and Watkins and saw Irving
as Hamlet in Theatre Royal, there was a
lady in the dress circle, whom Arthur
Watkins bed promised to see home. in
company with her pa; but he found our
discussion on the relative merits of Irving
and Barry Sullivan so very interesting
that the lady was forgotten.
Indeed; but, anyway, Watkins is the
last in the university to allow a womaa's
eyes to distress his thoughts from sober
studies; and now let me ask you again,
what is all this leading up to? For
Trinity college man you have, must
sas, particular lucid style in telling
story"
Arthur Watkins father and the father
of this young lady are very anxious to
make match between them, and the
young people, with proverbial perversity,
are adverse to entering into any such ar
rangement Watkins would regard wife
simply as nuisance and bore
And the lady. believe or rather
sincerely hope, loves another"
"a very friendly aspiration. upon my
soul, Dillon"
"You will scarcely blame when l say
that Lucy and are''
"Ohl So the cat is out Of the bag, is
it, Master Maurice? And with your
keen appreciation of honor do you think
this is matter to boast Of? You have
wronged friend who
I haven't done anything of the sort,
Hill, and wish you wouldn't think it.
Lucy and knew each other-well, were
fond of each other-there now-before
Watkins doomed up as an unwilling rival
The friends of Watkins, you know, are
wealthy, while but tbs the old story.
Lucy's father desires to secure rich hus-
band for his only child"
Hill crossed his arms on the table, and
looking IN his friends face said quietly:
And you know he's right, Maurice Dill
lonf Since my childhood days | do not
think that any single individual ever
slandered me by saying that possessed
even moderate share of common sense,
but say to marry girl where that mar
rage must necessarily entail the life of
pauper is something that only scamp on
a fool would do, and for friendships sake
I'm disposed to class you in the latter cat
egory."
ssI'm not in mood to hear sermon
from you now, Hill. Tell me. do you
know a place near Tullamore called
Raheenbeg p
''About as well as | know College
Green" was Hills reply.
"Well, Raheenbeg is Lucy's home, and
Watkins has an invitation to visit there
this week. He is gong, reluctantly he
tells me, and If he does it is easy to anti
cipate the result. No man, not even Ar
thur Watkins, can resist the charms of
Lucy Damer, and should she be coerced
into accepting him as sutton, it would
simply drive me to the devil"
Dillon rose from the chair. and paced
the room minute or two in silence Then
he said abruptly
I'm going down there tonight, Hill,
and / want you TO come with me-"
'slt's two years since | have been home,
and honestly | don't care to GO in that
direction just now; but, anyway, how
could | serve your"
Lucy is going to elope with me- Now.
don't look SO horrified, man. Her father,
Parson Damer, apprehends something of
the kind, and as consequence she is as
jealousy guarded as political suspect in
Kilmainham. shall tell you our plans
on the way down. A train leaves Kings
bridge at $3.50. We shall reach Geashell
at 6. and If all goes well-and much de-
ponds on you've shall catch the 7:30 up
train at the same station"
"Are you sure you are acting squarely
by this young girl, Dillon2 She loves
you, or believes sac loves you, which
amounts to the same thing, l suppose.
She is willing to leave home and father