The Irish standard., 1893-09-02

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seen treasures come ashore that woul1
have made you and me, and dozen
| others such, rich for life. 2 v
.'Dear, dear! and what became OF 4, Il
.mister-ten me that?"
What became of it?'' repeated
Brinkley, whose Imagination was be,
ginning to give way; why, it was ap-
propriated, of course, by the popula-
| lation."
.sAnd didn't you take your share,
mister?'
..I?'' repeated Brinkley, who was
| getting mudd1ed. ''Well, no-frstly,
| because didn't wish to-I have su,
perstitious horror Of. wearing dead
mems things; and, secondly, because I
| could not have done so had wished:
| The people are clannish; they wanted
| it all for themselves, and would have
killed any interfering stranger"
81 suppose, mister, there be coasts
guard chaps there?" said William
Jones.
::ob; dear; no! No coast c'a .m guards ra,,,n.
out of his trance. "It warn't SO long
ago when there warn't no coast-guard
chaps here neither. Then times was
better for honest men. On a dark
night twas easy to put light on the
hAadland, and sometimes we got .
prize or two that way, didn't we, Will
liam, dear? but pow'- =.
"You shut up!'' roared William, giv-
ing his parent q very forcible dig In
! the ribs. ''You don't know what
you're talkin' about, you don't. Tho
| old 'un is azbit queer in the head, mas
ter: he explained; land he's allus
! a-dreamin', he is. There amt no
! prizes here, the Lord knows: it's almost
! as much as we can do to git bit O.
bread. Matt knows that; don't e6,
Matt?'
But whatever Matt knew she evil
IDENTIFY meant to keep to herself, for
she gave no reply. Presently, after p
little more general conversation,
Brinkley rose to go. He offered q
two shilling piece to William Joness
and, somewhat to his amazement, that
worthy accepted it gratefully. {
| "Good-by, Matt said Brinkley- But
in trice. Matt was beside him.
| I'm going to show you the way"
she explained as she went out with
him into the air.
| "Whew!'' said Brinlxley when they
were fairly clear of the cabin; ''tho
open air is better than that den; but
then William Jones is very poor, isn't
he, Matt?'
s'He says he is"
"But, don't you believe it?''
"P'raps I do, and p'raps I don't; Il
don't matter to you, does it?"
"Not the least in the world
They went on for awhile in silencej
then Matt, who had been furtively
watching his face all the while, spoke
| again;
"You amt angry, are you, masters
she asked. -.
81 angry-what for?'' ...
"'Cause I said that just now"
"Dear me, no; whatever you might
say, Matt, wouldn't offend me.''
If he expected to please her by this
| he was mistaken.
That's cause you don't care. Well,
I don't care neither, if you DON'T :.
She ran a little ahead of him, and
continued to precede him until she
gained the last sand hill, and caught q
glimpse of the caravan. Then sho
paused
"You don't want rae to 20 any
further, do you?''
"No:'
"All right-good-by."
She gave bound, like young DEER
and prepared for swift run back, but
the young man called her. .
'Matt, come here''
She came up to him. He put his arm
about her shoulders. bent over her up
turned face and kissed her. IN her inn
pulsive way Matt returned the kiss
ardently; then. to her amazement, She
gave one strange look into his eyes
blushed violently and hung her head.
"Come. give me another, Matt" ho
said.
But Matt would not comply. With
one jerk she freed herself from him;
then, swift as lightning, she ran back
across the hills toward the sea.
CHAPTER VII,
That night the young man Of tho
caravan had curious dreams, and
throughout them all moved like pre-
siding fairy Matt of Aberglyn. Some
times he was wandering ON stormy
shores watching the wrecks Of mighty
argosies: again he was in mysterious
caverns underneath the ground, search
ing for and finding buried treasure;
still again he was standing on the
decks of storm tossed vessels, while
the breakers thundered close at hand
and the bale-fres burned on lonely
headlands, But at all times and in all
places Matt was his companion.
And. curiously enough, Matt in his
dream was very different to the Matt
of waking reality: taller and brighter
in fact. rs beautiful as vision can
be; SO that his spirit was full of
strange sensation of love and pity, and
the touch of the warm little hand dis
turbed his spirit with mysterious JOY.
So vivid did this foolish dream become