Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-06-04
A LITTLE IRISH GIRL.
ny "The Duchess"

very stltfly. has all his cnlValry
come TO this that she will none of him,
of his aid, or sympathy, or affectionp
Surely he Is as modern a Don Quix-
ote as one may hope to find! "You re-
ally wish TO return|'
Il dol do indeed!" says the poor
child, clasping her hands imploringly.
Mr. Eyre ma kes but one answer to
this impassioned and distinctly I'M
flattering appeal-he returns to her
her bag. TO the man in the dusk be-
yond, watching them with livid face,
this act seems unprecedented.
HAS it occurred to you how you are
to get back?" asked Eyre, in tone
calculated 10 freeze a salamander.
IL shall be able to manage that"
feverishly. Il shall, indeed! Oh!
there is your train" as that snorting
machine dashes into the station. 60!
go!'
II shall go certainly sooner or
later" says he. sullenly. Though
considerably later than will please
you. to judge by your manner But
before l oblige you l shall see you
safe into your home"
If you do, you will miss your train.
Do-do you think OF that?" says she, in
small agony. "See-they are shut
ting the doors, and-oh!" breaking off
with little gasp Of hope that almost
ends in cry, there is Andy! Andy"
calling out aloud. "Therel Don't you
see him? just running into the station?
I'd know his legs anywhere! Andy!
Andyr'
1t is, indeed, Andy, in the flesh and
out of humor. All day long, ever
since his memorable encounter with
her in the vegetable garden he had de-
cided to keep an eye upon her. and an
eye he had kept, without blinking;
that is, so long as the d iylight lasted.
But when o'clock came and the short
winter day was at an end, he had re-
Taxed his vigilance, and decided to
consider himself off duty.
He had been wondering would she
come TO tea with him, as usual, in the
old schoolroom. Perhaps she would;
perhaps, too, she wouldn't AS the
hour struck he had gone there and
waited.
He waited for quite an hour without
misgiving. He waited another quar-
ter of an hour with considerable mis-
givings. At a quarter TO six he
waited no longer, but went three steps
at time up stairs to old Bridget to
ask her il she knew where Miss Dull
Gle was.
Mrs. Driscoll had no idea. She put
down her knitting, and wrinkled her
brows so strongly that Andy. who had
not believed them capable of another
crease, gazed at her astounded.
Wasn't she down in the schoolroom,
then? No; she wasn't. She hadn't
come in yet then?
Come imp
Andy's heart began to beat n little
quickly. What was it she had said?
that she would let them see! Did
she begin TO let them see when she
went out? But when was that?
when did she ge out?" asks he.
"Faix, not so long, thin" said the
old nurse, in a little frightened fash
ion. Have ye anything ON your
mind, Masther Andy? II you have,
spake out! / mind me now she kissed
me in a quare, mad, disturbin' sort OF
a way, when she was LAWN. | mind,
too, that tould her it was a bit late
for ramble, an she laughed strange
like, and said may be she'd never
have chance OF a ramble ag'in, so
she might as we'll have it now as not.
Obi wi=ra! wirrasthrue! What'll
do IL harm has come TO me beauty"
Andy had cut her short 1t was ev-
ident her mind ran on suicide. His
mind ran on Eyre. He knew that lat
ter was leaving this evening, and the
suspicion that Dulcie, in mad, angry
moment, had agreed to go with him.
seized upon him and held him. He
left the old woman rocking to and fro,
and praying to every saint in the cal
endar.
1t didn't take him two minutes to
find has hat and rush out into the chill
night air en- route for the wayside sta
ton.
"Andy!'' cries Dulcinea frantically,
in subdued and piercing tone that
reaches not only Andy's ears, but
those OF Anketell in his distant cor
ner. His are uunaturally strained.
well, here i amp says Andy, call
ing out, too, in a distinctly indignant
tone.
"He hears mer' says Dulcinea, with
a little sob OF delight, turning excited
ly to her companion. He is comingi
Oh! before he comes. go! go! DO
you hear meP See, the train is on the
point Of leavingl II you wait another
moment, you will be left behind, and
L OH do go" giving him fren-
zied push, +" i will write-l will ex-
plain-enly go!'
"Write-explainr Eyre feels as IL
his senses are deserting him. The
girl he has put himself in this false
position to save from abomlnable tyr
amy is the one who now deliberately
nay, ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS his as
sistanoe. Explain! There is no ex-
planation-nonew stammers ne, hard
ly knowing what he says. Righteous
anger is burning in his breast.
"Oh! but will writer declares she,
growing desperate as she sees Andy
approaching. There! be quickr'
Again she pushes him toward the now
almost moving train, and Eyre, con-
fused, angry, puzzled, obeys her touch.
and springs into the carriage neares
to him.
Almost unconsciously he had sprung
into it, the door is banged by pass
ing porter, and presently he finds that
Il =