Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1891-01-23
"FORSAKEN."

Dick Dormers and Ivan Bruce
journeyed by tic mail car that ran
from Westport to Achill on a fine
September day in 1889. Dormers was
an Englishman who had inherited a
Scotch property and wore Tam O
Shanter cap out of compliment to it.
He was so years of age, and was
''doing' the West Of IrelGnd for the
second time that year, having been
over in the spring and hunted an
April fox on the confines of Clare
Bruce was a born Caledonian, and as
such wore an English touring suit
He had spent all the latter wears of
his life abroad Dormers had come
to Achill to fish off the Head, to make
the ascent of CroughWn, and to see a
winsome face which he had viewed
(and interviewed) during his first
visit in the spring. 81 shall come
again. he had promised the trustful
owner of it. and although he was
quite a commonplace young English
man, so far as ordinary sins went, he
never really broke his word to
woman.
The Scotchman had but one actual
object in going-namely, to redress,
if possible, a wrong he had been
guilty of in his unregenerate days;
but he did not care to mention it, lest
the time for redressing might be over.
So he pretended curiosity to revisit the
country in which some of his early
years had been passed, and also de-
sire to pick up ''an Irish horse or
two" and perhaps a couple of ponies
When they got to Dugort and had
dined, the two went out for stroll,
and discussed their plans for the next
day.
81 shall turn out early" said Dor
:aers, "and do some fishing if the day
is good enough, and if it isn't, why
we can do Croughan, or the Watch
Tower, or whatever else you like. !"
''Thank you,' said Bruce, "but !
believe | shall push on to Keem."
Mr. Richard Dormers was not often
known to blush, but his face certainly
redeemed little as he turned round
quickly and scanned that of his friend
"To keem' he repeated. "Why,
how very oddl must 60 there my
self. Do you know the place at alp
Eyes, or at least l did years ago. l
have no doubt there are plenty of
changes now"
Both men had evidently something
to hide. However, although they
looked rather curiously at one another,
they smoked peaceful pipe together,
listened to the song of the grasshopper
warbler as it recled out its continuous
little "whirr, whirr," like the spin
ming of fishing recl-and then went
back to their hotel to have what they
-eaAssts AN early rtfrG' IN
Next morning betimes they set out
for Keen. Situated on the southern
slope of the mighty Croughan and in
the midst of the most beautiful emer-
aid green pastures they found the pic
turesque village looking its loveliest
the warm sunshine lighting up the
perfectly golden strand beneath it. and
a refreshing breeze stealing in from
the wide sea, and stirring the dahlias
and gladioli in the well-cared little
gardens. Before they came within
sight of habitations, however, they
had to pass through a piece of unfre-
quented land, with the ruins of a cot
tage upon it, the old roof of which
was covered with shaking grasses and
loose stones. Close to it was a wall,
with an ivy-twined cross on the mar
gin, and from this a perfectly clear
stream went babbling away to join
score of others in the meadows.
Dormers was foremost when they
came up TO the spot, and Bruce saw