The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-06-08
same token we had q glass OF spirits
aich in Nancy kelly's shebeen at the
Meet nans on the lrav h0naa fhak I0a

said was the best that he ever tasted,
an ye know he ought to bea Judge"
Five minutes walk from the place
OF rendezvous brought Hill to the
residence OF the Rev. Mr.. Damer. A
female servant admitted him to the
hall, and i'll response to the question,
was Mr.. Damer at home, that gentle.
man made his appearance from a
room in the rear OF the house.
"a regret sir" said Hill, with great
gravity. to be the bearer OF unpleas.
ant tlings. Mr.. Watkins-you know
Arthur Watkins, OF Trinity-has met
with an accident OF serious nature
within hall Il mile OF your house,"
Before the clergyman could utter II
woid Hill went on withnervous rapid
ity, 81 met him by accident at Portar-
linston station. and as was driving
over 10 kil!eigh induced him to ac
cep; a seat as tar as your residence,
and fear poor Arthur is seriously
| hurt. Then. rs the vehicle is badly
smashed. | came on here to seek as
| sistance"
"'rhiS is, indeed. lamentable news;
but come inside, sir. while give di
! rcciionSto hilNrmy own cargot ready.
Barbara. yo, will 20 TO Miss Damrr's
, room aud tell her wish to speak to
| her.
| Barbara fingered moment at The
door when her master left he roomto
eye the visitor inqnisi'ivr!y.
He drew Il note from the innrrpock
ct oil his coat, and approaching. her,
said: "liarbara, my dear, will you
give tins note To yolr mistress and
tell her Mr.. Dillon is wal,in. Tor her in
the shadow ot the churhyanl WALL
"o. may the Lord save ~ Maybe
It's what he want, To run awhy with
her.
"Faith, maybe it Is my dear; but
don't IL, that brighten you. Who
knows hut ON" "i hose uays some
likely y"un. fellow will he after run
ming away wi'hyou~eli, But had You
not lrt,r awe that letter tn YOUR
mistress nj once, and tell her, us her
tat'.r will drive in an opposite dlrcc.
ton 10 where hcr lover waits her. she
will have the chance OF meet i'm. him at
last.
\ few minutes later Mr.. Damar and
his daughter entered the room. Miss
i)Hniar wa: scarcely pretty. and Hill
wondered Mt his friends blindness I'M
I'll she raised her eyes to his
Eyes to" expressive to bc blue,
To" lovely To be gray.
And which certainly gave singular
charm to her face.
IL have told my daughter, sir, and
slmhe We cannot start for Il quarter OF
an hour or so, you will take some re-
freshncnts."
"l'onlln hear OF it, sir" Hill said
hnrrldly, al must return to our poor
friend nj once, and am SINE you will
make all haste possible" Before the
clergyman ronl'l reply Mr.. Hill was
out oi the room, and as he descended
the steps hr muttcrcd with a sigh of
r"ilei; "lleavrn he thanked Tor this
lucky escape from an ugly prrdica-
mrnt.
Al 1890 that night Maurice Dillon.
with Lucy clinyin. to his arm, entered
The pnrlor of Il cottage in IL Dublin
suburb. 4 gr;ty-haire,l lady was read
ing 10y the tire, whom Dillon addressed
rs follows: aunt Mary, this is Lucy
)amer whom You know | 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
slrl Tor II moment. and said wit calm
severity: In my younger days, Miss
Damrr an Irish .ir had reputation
for modn>ly for which her country.
men were very proud. And you, sir,
AN Irish gentleman, have dared to
compromise he honor OF this young
lady by your criminal rccklessncss.
I've only followed the example of
an ancestor oi ours, who is Your own
particular hero, Aunt Mary. That
Capt. Maurice Dillon, who fought with
Lord Clare at Fontenoy, ran away
with las pure and true Il girl as ever
bore the name OF wife"
I'm not going to split logical straw
with you. sir. You will return to
your college Immediately, and twill
be Il 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 address. | shall telegraph
to him in the morning"
"oh Miss Dillon, please"
"ies, Aunt Mary is right. as she
always is. shall 90 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 : Il thousand bricks"
Young man. how often have told
you not to Use slang in my presence"
And by wayol answer he threw his
arms around her neck and gave her a
,tso,lndng kiss: but it was almost
timlly ne took I.ury's hand in his TO
TO say good night, although he looked
ycarningly in the eyes that long ago
had made him captive. Perhaps
Aunt Mary saw that ye;lrnlny glance
and the look al love hat answered it.
,only know that as her nephew left
the room she said in gentle tones:
Miss Damrr, that carclcS, boy always
leaves he hall door open. Will YOU
kindly close il alter him."
, Which of my fair readers has not
already arrived at the conclusion that
Maurice and Lucy were married. lie
is now y physician of respectable
practice IN country town. and in
l.ury's home and his there Is n little
told'cr who has learned to love the
1" lie, cray haired lady who often
VI Is ll,; happy home, and who, he
would tell you, is his own Aunt Mary.