Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-05-17

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it, so after second or two hardly feels
1T. This little cabin is as familiar to
her as her own home-"the big house,"
as the peasants around call it.
Are you in, Biddy?" cries she, in her
clear, fresh young voice, that has now
a note of angry defiance in it.
AN is it you, darlin'?' cries Mrs.
Mulvany, coming from the room be-
yond-if 1T can. be called a separate
room, being only divided from the
place where Molly is standing by the
dresser that holds the china cups and
bowls-the pride of the Irish peasant.
Eyes," says MoHy. She stands still
in the middle of the earthen floor and
looks at Bridget Mulvany. ''IIe's come"
says she, in q low but tragic tone.
"Save us" cries the former, crossing
herself. can what are we to do now,
Miss Molly?"
I'm not going to stay at homo to re-
ceive him, anyway says Miss Carew,
sinking upon a three-legged stool, and
casting a determined glance at the de-
voted Bridget. Nothing shall make
me civil to him. He may be my cousin
only second cousin, by the way
and he may b. a modern Croesus; and
he may have the audacity to come
down here to ask me to marry him be-
cause his mother wishes him to do so;
but Oh!' She breaks off suddenly
and claspiug her hands over her knees
looks up at Bridget solemnly. Fancy
anyone doing anything just because
told themv'
"Well, me dear, n mothers mother"
says Mrs. Mulvany, who is a numerous"
Of giving herself away too much.
Patsy, beyond all doubt, is listening
behind the dresser, and Nora is hiding
under the settle. but understand
ye."
I'm certain he knows all about it,"
says Molly. Nothing would make me
believe otherwise; and rather than
marry Mm-I," standing up and speak
ing defiantly, Il would run away from
home" She walks to the door. Outside
she picks up the light fishing rod she
had laid against the side of the door on
entering. 'Good-by, Biddy. I'm going
fishing IN the river up above. If any
one asks you where I am, don't tell
them. I've made up my mind not to go
home before the first bell"
She runs lightly up the road, and is
presently out of sight Almost as she
turns the hill, young man in dark
gray tweed energies from the oH-side of
the cabin, and goes swiftly after her.
His mind is in tumult of curiosity, in
dignation and astonishment. Has his
y
to marrying him to his cousin?
He knows there was an old compact
between the two branches of the fam
lily with regard to this Internal thing!
If he had had even the faintest mixing
of it he would never have come. No
wonder tho girl was annoyed. But, by
Jove, how she had gone for him! He
had been about to enter the cabin
(havinR been sent in search of her by
her mother, who knew very we'll where
she was to be found), but, hearing his
own name, had paused. 1t was dis
graceful of him certainly, but he had
listened only for q minute or two-hc
had been too surprised to move away.
His royal highness," she had called
| him. He laughed at that. How clear,
how sweet, how indignant were the
Il
delicate touch of brogue, having indeed
/ a very generous touch of it hi mself.
| Well, he will follow her. if only to see
whether the face is as charming us the
voice
| You ought to throw it n little more
up stream. There! that's better. Ha!
you've got bite there"
Considering all things, they are now
on excellent terms, though Brian can
only hope this is his cousin Molly. She
has no idea about him at all, except
that he is q strange young man, evil
IDENTIFY a gentleman-whoh had come uT
to her Just in time to save her cast that
had got hung up in an alder. He had
extricated it so successfully that she
| felt quite friendly towards him after
wards, and had set him down in hel
own mind as one of the young mer
from the barracks at Dulrane who were
forever coming to spend a day at Lady
Blantyre's.
She has landed her trout now, anC
her eyes are flashing with delight. She
looks up to find her new acquaintance
gazing at her curiously.
You are wondering why am so ex
cited over a mere fish," says she, laugh
ing and blushing.
"No, not that. I was only thinking
how different you look now to wha
you did when first saw you"
|, "Ah! no wonder. 1 was in despai
about my cast then"
1T saw you before that. You wer
} leaning ON the brid ge over there-look
ing little sad, thought"
Zone must be sad sometimes" say
she, signing. Her joy at the captur
of her trout seems to have evaporated
"S0m0 people. But you-must your
asks he.
'Why should 1 be a solitary excep
= ton? Yes, SCGs sad" She signs again
He looks so kind, so sympathetic, tina
she longs to tell him her trouble.
IT have a friend who Is very un
happy" says she, with downcast eyes
Carew can see at once by her confusion
that the friend is herself. She is evi
IDENTIFY going to tell him tho story sh
has discussed with Bridget. Bcyon'