San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-02
CHAPTER XIV.

by the bye" says old Mr.. Desmond, look
Ing at his nephew across the remains of the
dessert, you've been a good deal at Aghyo-
hillbeg of late; whyP"
1t is next evening, and, Monica being at
Moyne and inaccessible, Brian is at COOle.
Mr.. Kelly is walking up and down on the
graveled walk outside, smoking cigar
Because Miss Beresford was there" says
Brian, breaking grape languidly from the
bunch he holds in his hand.
| "WhdtP' says Mr.. Desmond, facing him.
| Because Miss Beresford was there"
"What am to understand by thatT
THAT she was there, l suppose" says
Brian, laughing, "and that am head over
ears in love with her."
"How dare you say such thing as thatto
me?' says the Squire, pushing back his
chair and growing lively purple. "Arey you
going to tell me next you mean to marry
her?"
81 certainly do" says Brian; "and," with
a glance of good-humored defiance at the
Squire, 'I'm the happieSt man in the world
to-day because she last night told me she'd
| have me-"
"You shan't do itp' says the Squire, now
! almost apoplectic. "You shan't!-do you
hear2 I'm standing in your poor fathers
/ place, sir, and forbid you to marry one Of
that blood. What marry the daughter-of
Of" something in his throat masters him
here,-''the niece of Priscilla Blake, a wo-
man with tonguel Neverw
my dear George, you wouldn't surely
have me marry woman tDtttotLt onep'
~ think all women would be better with
out them; and as for Priscilla Blake's, tell
you, sir, Xantippe was an angel to her. l
insist on your giving up this idea at once"
81 certainly sha'n't give up Miss Beres-
ford, if that's what you mean%'
"Then I'll disinherit your roarS the
Squire. II will, swear It'll I'll marry my
self. I'll do something desperate"
mo, you WON'T" says Brian, laughing
again; and, going over to the old man, he
laws his hand upon his shoulders and pushes
him gently back into his chair. "When you
see her you will adore her, and she sent her
love to you this morning, and this, too" lay
ing photograph Of Monica before the
Squire, who glances at 1t askance, as though
fearful it may be some serpent waiting to
sting him for the second time; but, as he
looks, his face clears.
"She is not like her mother" he says, in
low tone.
~ never met such a remorSeful old beg
gar" thinks Desmond, with wonder; but
Just at this moment servant enters with
message to the Squire; so the photograph is
hastily withdrawn, and the conversation
or rather discussion-comes to an end.
1.-TWO of the tenants are asking to seeyou,
sir" says the butler, confidentially.
what two%'
Donovan, from the East, and Moloney,
from the Bog Road, sir" :.
Every well; show Moloney into the IL
brary, and tell Donovan to walt doWh-Stairs
until send for him.
Eyes, sir" ,o,,
swell. Moloney, come to pay your rentY
saws the SQUIRE, cheerfuly entering the IL
brary and gazing keenly at the man who Is
awaiting him there. He smiles apologize
ally and shuffies uneasily from one foot to
the other as he feels the Squire's eyes upon
him.
mo, sir; can't bring it, sir. I'd be in a
dhread O. my life wild the boys to do it."
II don't know who the gentlemenin QueS-
stion you designate as the boys may be"
says the Squire, calmly. II can only tell
you that expect my rent from you, and in
tend to get it,"
That's what came TO spake about, yer
honor. But the Land League is powerful
To Be Continued.