Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-07-25
leaving Lord Kildare standing on the
cliff, glaring angrily after her


the cliff. 1t was a dark and stormy
evening. The gale swept along the
shore, lashlng the water of the sea
over the rocks with a sharp, Kissing
sound, digni6ed at times by the sullen
roar of the large waves. Dark clouds
scudded overhead, and rain fell at
intervals. 1t was cold. Mud was
everywhere.
Along the rough road that followed
the shore, young man struggled
against the wind. He was tall, and
commanding In bearing, and walked
with quick, firm tread. A perfect
head rose in leonine grandeur above
his square, burly shoulders; his figure
was heavy, with muscles like iron;
and his ugly, good-natured face was
lit by pair of blue-gray eyes, which
gave token at once of intellectual pow
er; strength of will, and sympathetic
feeling.
Presidently he paused before a lit
tie thatch- rooted hut-scarce six feet
high, as many broad, and perhaps a
dozen feet In length. 1t was far too
poor and rude structure for sheep
hovel in America.
The young man knocked at the
door, voice inside bsde him enter,
and bending almost double, he pushed
his way into the cabin. The only &C.
cupants were an aged couple who
were lowering over small, peat FIRE.
1T is so dark that l fear l shall lose
my way if | try to reach the town to-
night said he. MAY l stay here till
morning?'
'Av Goose ye may, an it's welcome
ye are, came the ready response from
the old man, in the suave voice of the
Irish pearantry. 4 would not turn a
wolf from me dure on such a night.
Git tn bit av box there be tn bed,
an sit here an dry yerself be tn fire.
How wet We are, sure! Nora. take
his overcoat an hang it up some
where
kathleen, me daughter, will soon
be home, an thin ye shall have bit
av supper WI US, said the old wife, as
she took the coat. She has gone to
see Mike Nolan's sick child
The young man seated himself by
the fire, and spread out the palms OF
his hands to the blaze.
i hear you are to be turned out,
Mr. O'Hara,' he said.
I'VE are an to-morra, too
Have you anywhere to go?'
The bog, that's all. Our naybors
are as poor ss ourselves. Is there nc
justice in the worl'? Phat have we
done to be so punished? When the
land was so bad that ould Kildare
tn prisint Lord Klldare's father
could do nothin' wild it, asked fur 8
plot ov ground. He tould me ! coulc
settle here, an that he'd have no rlnt
tn Ian bein' so bad. Three year.
later ould Lord Kildare died.
worrucked an worrucked fur elgh
years, an whin l got tn little farm
goin', sure, phat happened? I wa
tould by tn young Lord Kildare tc
pay five years back rint. Twas tn
day before I an Nora was married
an full well he knew tn money hel
fadder was glvin' her on her widdin
day would jist pay th' rint. So We
gave all we had t. Lord Kildare OF
our weddin' day, an begun life wild
out penny Fur more than twenty
years we toiled an toiled--savin' an
scrapin' an starvin', but, wild all oul
work, jist managin' to pay our rint an
kape alive. Lord Kildare has beer
married fifteen years, but he pretend.
that he loves our Kathleen; an be
cause she refuses to be his mistress
he is goin' to turn us out av our hom,
that we have worked so hard for
Curse him! May his children ris'
against him: May his soul 60 wither
in down To-
In his grief and Indignation. th'
old man had failed to notice that th'
stranger had addressed him by name
| but the old wife, who had been mar
rowly gazing at the young mans fac'
ever since, now exclaimed
Faith, think I've heard yer voic'
before, but l do not recognize ye
features!' ..
| Before the young man could reply
Kathleen entered the cabin. For
moment she gazed at the stranger
who had risen to his feet at he
entrance, and then springing forward
she fell upon his BOSOM.
'Och, Hugh, Hugh she cried, a
she threw her arms around his neck
They told me you were dead. VIII,
did you not write to me?'
The young man clasped her in hi
arms, and pressed more than one kis
on her willing lips, as he cried, in
glad voice:
MY blessings on you, Kathleen
And so you are true to me? I di'
write, but received no answer to m
letters. l have heard how Lord Kill
dare has prosecuted you and your par
ents; but your troubles are now at q
end. I have made nice little hom
. for Won. darling. in America. an