Dodge City times., 1889-07-11
The TEMPER FOILED.
A Story of Ireland Of To- Day.
BY j. H. SPENCER.

A chilly November evening on the
western coast of Ireland-a remote
desolate, and cheerless spot, inhabited
by some of the most rack-rented i'm.
poverished people of that down-troddeI
nation, the restless ocean blazed with
sunset light; a white, ghostly vapo'
rolled inland.
A pink glow fell over Kathleen
O'Hara's graceful figure as she paused
on her way from the town a mile dis
tant, and stood on the overhanging cliff,
which reached above the white-crested
waves below.
Nothing coald have been more ex'
quisite than the pure curves of her face,
nothing more perfect than the glossy
black of her clustering hair.
1t is three years ago to-day that he
went away" she murmured, and have
not heard from him since; but cannot
think he is dead"
She stood alone in the raw wind,
haunted by memory of her handsome
young lover. How many times they
had stood on this cliff together! How
many tender things he had said to her
here! She should never forget them.
Had he forgotten her? In that distant
land where he had gone to seek his
fortune, had he found some one else
who had taken her place in his heart
Was he-so true, so brave, SO noble
false to her? No-a thousand times,
no-she could not believe it.
A heavy step crushed some fragments
of rock behind her. She turned and
faced the intruder. He was tall,
middle-aged man, with handsome,
though evil-looking face.
Il have come to join you in your even
ing walk, Kathleen" he said, with
meaning in his dark eyes, as he watched
her narrowly.
You need not have come; I prefer
to be alone" she answered, drawing
herself up haughtly.
But it is growing late, and you need
a protector.
A look of disgust passed over her face
as he spoke the word protector. As if
comprehending the expression, he said,
hurriedly:
Have you considered what said to
you? Have you not had enough of this
life of poverty and starvation, and are
you ready to come with me?"
mo. never! Iwould rather fling my
self into the sea down there than be
your mistress, Lord Kildare"
An angry CLEAN shot from Lord Kill
dare's eyes.
You think Hugh Moore will return
q rich man, and take you back to Amer
ica with him." said he. "A very pretty
and romantic idea, surely; but such
things rarely happen in real life. 1 tell
you he is dead, or he would have writ
ten. You have not heard from him
since he left Ireland"
His letters. may have been inter
cepted," said Kathleen, significantly.
"Nonsense!" said Lord Kildare, un.
easily, and glancing suspiciously al
Kathleen. Il tell you he is dead.
will give you q week to decide in. i
you accept my offer, your parents shal
be cared for as long as they live, and
your every wish shall be gratified; re
fuse me, and will turn you all out o.
your cabin, and you will either have t.
perish miserably in the bogs or 60 te
the work-house."
Il will not listen to your insulting
proposition Lord Kildare" cried Kath
leen, Indignantly. my parents wouli
accept nothing at such price. Better
death than life of shame"
And, without another word or even /,
backward glance, she hastened to he
fathers cabin, few rods distance, leav
ing Lord Kildare standing on the cliff
glaring angrily after her.
A week had elapsed since the meeting
Of Lord Kildare and Kathleen on tn,
cliff. It was . dark and stormy even
ing. The gale swept along the shore
lashing the water of the sea over tn,
rocks with sharp, kissing sound, dig
nified at times by the sullen roar of tn,
large waves. Dark clouds scudded over
head, and rain fell at intervals. 1t wa
cold. Mud was everywhere.
Along the rough road that followet
the shore, . young man struggled
against the wind. He was tall, ant
commanding in bearing. and walked
9th q quick, firm tread. A perfec
head rose in leonine grandeur above hi
square, burly shoulders; his figure wa
heavy, with muscles like iron; and hi
ugly good-natured face was Lit by pal
of blue-gray eyes. which gave token a
once of intellectual power, strength o
will, and sympathetic feeling.
thatch-roofed hut-scarce six feet high
Is many broad, and perhaps dozel
feet in length. 1t was far too poor an
rude q structure for a sheep-hovel il
America.
The young man knocked at the door
. voice inside bade him enter, an,
bending almost double, he pushed hi
way into the cabin. The only occupant
were IN aged couple who were hoverinl
over . small, peat fire.
1T is 30 dark that / fear 1 shall los
my way if try to reach the town to
night, said he. MAY I stay here til
morning?"
~Av Goose ye may, an it's welcome Y,
are" came the ready response from tn
old man. in the suave voice of the Iris
peasantry. Il would not turn a vol
from me dure on such q night. Git Il
bit av box there be tn bed, and sit her
an dry yerself be tn fire. How wet ,
are, surei. Nora, take his overcoat al
hang it up somewheres.'
Kathleen, me daughter, will soon b
home, an thin We shall have bit a
supper vi us" said the old wife, as sh
took the coat. @She has gone to Sc
Nike Nolan's sick child"
The young man seated himself b
himself by the fire. and spread out th
palms of his hands to the blaze.
Il hear you are to be turned ont, Nj
O'HAra, he said.
We are-an' to-morra, too.
Have you anywhere to go?
9The bog, that's all Our naybol
are - poor as ourselves. Is there n
Justice in the worl'? Phat have We don
20 be 90 punished? When the Ian
vss 10 bad that ould Lord Kildare-tl