The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-06-08
AN IRISH ELopENENT.

Z ing young fellow, who wore the cap
and gown OF a student OF Trinity col
lege, Dublin, and as he spoke he laid
his hand Familiarity on the shoulder
OF friend standing at a bookstall by
the college wall. and absorbed in the
pages OF u volume picked up haphaz.
ardly.
"Well, Dillon, what is it9"
81 think you will do me IL service
which, while it will not entail great
deal OF trouble on you, may help te
secure my future happiness
"Of course. it goes without saying
that 1 will. But what makes Mauric,
Dillon look solemn us an undertaken
at his wifc's funcral9'
"This is not the place TO tell you
a Hill. Come across to the Star anG
Carter and over II chop and a glass
of bitter beer you can hearth story.
Seated i'll a quiet corner ofthat snu.
hostelry Mr.. Dillon commcnccd
"iou area Kings county man, Hill
Tullamore, ] believe
His companion nodded an allirma
tive, and Dillon went on:
"a dirty little hole OF town, bull
in bog, isn't it? In fact, may tax,
it, you are bog-trotter.';
No,, ol.a ~ tLot T,,>, =, u>,,,,;,,
bog-trotter, but, Dillon, if you please
you will cast no aspersions Oh my M
tive town.
"Oh! | mean no olfense. lassur,
you," Dillon explained, with II laugh
But l was thinkin. OF the saying thu.
Charles Lever has left on record. II,
says that among Irish towns ,ruia.
more is only remarkable ia" the SUI
perlative ugliness OF II emalcnailNes.
There, now, dont get our back up.
I'm willing not to believe Il word of ii E.
But tell me, am SUE in assuming
that you know the country wit lin Il
radius OF dozen miles OF Tulamorc. :"
EVERY inch OF it; but what is all
this leading M to?'
will you have patience-~two weeks
ago when you and Watkins and saw
Irving as Hamlet in the Theatre Rov-
al, there was lady in thedresS circle
whom Arthur Watkins had 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"
"lndeed: but, anyway, Watkins is
the last man in he university To al.
low a woman's eyes to dstrar, hi,
thoughts from sober studies and now
let me ask you again, what is all his
leading up to? For Trinity colcsc
man you have, must say, Il par,ic,,.
larry luci,! style Ill tellin. Il story"
Arthur Watkins father and the
father OF this young lady are very anx-
iOus to make Il match between them,
and the young people, withproNerbial
perversity are adverse to entcrin. inl O
any such arrangement. Watkins
would regard II wife simply as II nni-
sance and a bore"
"And the ady?'
"The lady, bclieve-or, rather,
sincerely hope. loves another"
ga very friendly aspiration, upon
my soul, Dillon"
"You will scarcely blame me when
say that Lucy andI are--"
"Oh! So the cat is on, OF the bag. is
it, Master Maurice! And with your
keen appreciation OF honor do YOU
think thisa matter TO boast OF? You
have wronged IL friend who"
81 haven't done anything OIL 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 UNI
willing rival. The friends of Watkins
you know are wealthy, while but tis
the old story. Lucy's father desires
to secure q rich husband for his only
child"
Hill crossed his arms on the table
and looking in his friends face said
quietly: "And don't you know he's
right, Maurice Dillon9 sncemy child
hood days do not think thu. an,
single individual ever slandcre,l me by
saying that possessed even a modrr
ate share OF common sense, but say
to marry a girl where that marri;, :,
must necessarily entail the life of q
pauper is something hat only Il seam
or fool would do, and for friendships
sake Pm disposed to class you in tho
latter category"
"Pm not in IL mood to hear ser
mon from yon now, Hill. Tell me, do
you know II place nearTulamoreca
ed Raheenbeg y"
About as well as | know college
Green," was Hills reply.
"Well, Ralecnbcg is Iucy's home
ana Watkins has an invitation to Wis
it there this week. lie is going, rclnc
family he tells me, and if he goes it i.
easy to anticipate the result. Nc
man, not even Arthur Watkins, couh
resist the charms OF Lucy Damcr, an,
should she he coeiccd into acccp,ii.
him as q sutton it would simply driv,
me to the devil"
Dillon rose from his clairand pacel
the room ~ minute or two IN silence
Then he said abruptly:
81 am goin. down there tonight
Hill, and wan, YOU TO come Will
me-"
cts two years since have been q,
home, and honestly | don't care toc,
in that direction lust now; but, any.
way, how could ] serve YOU"
-. Lucy is coming to elope with m"
Now. don't look so horriIiell, man
Herfather, Parson Damer, apprchcnd>
something OF the kind, and asa conse
quence she is as jealousy guarded asa
political suspect in Kimainlam.
shall tell you our plans OH my WAY
down. A train leaves Kingsbr1due n,
$50. We shall reach Geashcll AT &
and if all goes wrll-and much depends
on you've shall catch the 7::}O tyli,
at the same station
Are you sure you are act ing square.
ly by this young girl Dillon, SLelovrS
you, or believes she loves YOU, which
amounts to the same hing. Isl,pposc
she Is willing to leave homeandfathcl
Tor your sake, and what will you civ,
her i'll return? Why, you will scarcely
nave shilling OF Your own to com.
mence housekeeping with, and hcl
iather Is reported us poor us Il church.
mouse"
Don't fling any more OF your infer.
nal homilics III my head. Unjust huy,
Lucy if we begged together. she i.
willing to take the risks. and IIill. yo,
have promised TO stand by me-
1t was a cold, wet night when Dillon
and his friend reached thelit,lrsta.io,
where their journey by rail terminated
As they emerged from the gate the,