The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-10-06

IN her oWn-stuug net teuIuluS lnPSI-
turbable purpose by reference to the
lad she loved.
"Its yer only rale friend / am, Eileen,
that's four year been waitin' { give yea
til chance O. yer life. III hold yeE its
true, larry Dreen's no comfort t yea
in all shat time. Isn't it on tn batter
(tippling) he's been. these last tin days,
an only this blissed day maxim love
like a timpest t livery girl at Cahirstveeu
iair7"
"rm dsne wild Larry" she answered
slowly.
Her tone rather than her action told
what a deep hurt was behind hos
words.
"Give mo tn money. thin, fur tn
ticket to take yez out"
"I'll not All, Dennis Fahy, its as
hard as TIL diyil's forehead, yer are. I'll
20 me own way, or stay"
"Arrah, avick dear, yell desthroy all
me grand plans fur yez ENTIRELY. It's
Z Killarney yez must go, thin. There
veil get tn rail fur Mallow. an Cork. {
III next stavmer, wild tn other fine
ladies that's goin' out2" whined the
little old rnome imploringly.
"I'll not"
"Iear an agesp he fumed. "But yer
tn great fooll 'Twud take proper rise
out o yez, t spake q soft word t your
fayther!"
1t was the diress threat tho fellow
could make, and I could see he was
sure it would humble her.
9TH veins O. me heart go wild yez in
that, Dennis darlintW she retorted
With contemptuouS gurgle OF laughter.
"Eh%
"Can yez swim, Dennis"
"N-u.o, faithI An fur what an fur
why?"
"Then it's lost ye'd be, Dennis; fur no
prayst'll shrive TIL likes o We. At tn
first word ye uttered, Dennis. fayther d
toss ye over TIL cliff, as aisy as stale
fish from tn schrahag"
II was Dennis who had been con.
quered, and he now whiningly begged
to know what she would do.
"1t's this I'll do" abe returned with
an impressIveness OF tone and manner
from which the miserable wreCker OF
homes apparently saw no appeal. go
you to tn others an bid them bide at
Mallow or Cork till I come. I'll row to
Dingle by night" -.
"By all TIL saints, its twenty miles
he fumed and clustered again.
saturday night twill be. at tn turn
O. TIL tide-that's tin o'clock that night
Thin I'll walk, on Sunday, from Dingle
to Tralee. They'll not folly by water,
an II they go slatherin' up tho Killar.
ney road, it's not trace OF me they'll
fiud; an thin they'll come powdhern'
back to Port Magee, whin I'll be safe on
my way from Dingle to Tralee."
The old wretch's face worked hideous-
" for q while. He seemed to fear he
would at the last lose this one poor VIC
tim. For years he had worked his mer-
CHESS tolls about her, as about others
among the wilds Of 1veraeh.
"Bad cess t tn divils own mess, an
oil tn trouble yer giyin' mo! But me
hearts achin' Z see ye go where In a
years time, yez can como back a lady
fine t. shame thin thatd kape yez liver
q toilin' bastel I'll come and 60 wild yez
T. Diugle"
The girl gave little start at this, but
did not oppose him.
tits lawn from tn ould pier I'll be,
in tn little yawl. Yell not be late,
Dennis Fahey? A sorra hour fur yez,
'twouId be. If yez were found behind me
at Port MsgeeW
"Who's tn stranger that's come tn
day. He looked mo Ger untrtendly,
TIL morn, whin I wor dodgin' yer
fayther at Cahirsiveen."
The girl merely shook her head.
"Thin yell find chance t slip these
in his pockets, II he bides tn full O.
TIL week. It's interestin' raydin' they'll
make, whin on yer way t 90 a grand,
tiue lady across tn sav!"
Without word, she put in her bosom
some crumpled sheets OF paper he had
handed her and, stepping back among
the parted branches, was lost to sight.
This ia what had seen and heard
upon the crag above the old fishing
hamlet; and this, with the appearance
OF handsome Eileen in the cabin and
what the evening had so startlingly
evoked, is what swept the torturous
wraiths through my half.waking dreams
all that long, unhappy night.
Never before in all my wanderings
had come to home or place where my
own heart was 80 desperately torn by
conflicting emotions and resolves.
Should at once quit these somber
Kerry shores and let the miserable
events run their own cruel course?
Should I secretly charge Eileen with
her purpose and perhdy aud beg her to
turn back to the loyalty and love Of the
little cabin homer Should l seek out
Dennis Fahy and brighten him from
this innocent victim and his remorse-
lessness and uncomfortable petty greed?
Should l find Larry Dreen aud make
him know, II there was tenderness left
in his reckless heart, OF the great prize
which was irrevocably drifting out OF
this humble home port? Should I
confide in the mother aud trust to the
mother heart and wit, as against the
daughters long matured determination
and strange, imperious nature7 Or
should at once, with brutal frank
moss, reveal to my fisher friend, how he
had been deceived, and perhaps in the
wild storm to follow see worse come to
the now sheltered home-nest, than the
nero absence, through the hunger for
better fortune, OF one OF tho strongest OF
its rugged brood?
As the week slipped by, my mental
anxiety became intense and almost In
supportable. AS in dream, | seemed
conscious OF the unconscious relation OF
each active participant in some i'm.
pending tragedy, and yet apparently
hopelessly helpless to reach out hand
or utter word TO stay its reslstless and
woiul finality.
Half idly my fisher friend and his