The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-05-26

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| 1t. This little cabin IS as familiar to
her as her own hcme-''the big house, y
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 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
Yes" says Moky. She stands still
in the middle of the earthen floor and
| looks at Bridget Mulvany. Hes Gomez
says she, in low but tragic tone.
''Save us.'' cries the former, crossing
herself. AN what are ye to do now,
Miss Molly?"
I'm not going to stay al home to re-
ceive him, anyway" says Miss Carew,
sinking upon a three-legged stool, and
casting 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 BE- a modern Croasus; 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 clasping her hands over her knees
looks up at Bridget solemnly. Fancy
anyone doing anything just because
their nsother''-with infinite scorn-
told them
HWell, me dear. mothers a mother"
says Mrs. Mulvanv, who is a numerous"
mother herself, and perhaps is afraid
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 him-I," standing up and speak
ing defiantlv, 81 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. ''Goodby. Biddy. I'm going
fishing IN the river up above. If any
one asks you where l am, don't tell
them. I've made mp 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, a young man in dark
gray tweed energies from the off-side of
the cabin, and goes swiftly after her.
His mind is in tumult of curiosity, in
dignation and astonishment. Has his
mother really sent him here with view
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 the girl was annoyed. But, by
Jove, how she had gone for him. He
had been about to enter the cabin
(having been sent in search of her bv
her mother, who knew very well where
she was to be foundl, but, hearing his
own name, had paused. 1t was dis
graceful of him certainly. but he had
listened only for minute or two-he
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
beautiful tones. He did not notice the
delicate touch of brogue, having indeed
a very generous touch of it himself.
Well, he will follow her, if only to see
whether the face is as charming as the
voice.