The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-06

hard as tn divil's forehead. yer are I'll go me own way. or stay" "Arrah. avick dear. ye'n desthroy all
 me grand plans fur yez enthirely lts
 t Killarney ye must go. thin. There yell get tn rail fur Mallow. an Cork, t tn next staymer. wid tn other me ladies that's goin' out?" whined the It, tie old gnome imploringly. "I'll not"
 Tear an agesg he fumed. But yer tn great fool! 'Twud take proper rise out O yez. t spake soft word t your fayther"
 It was the direst threat the fellow could make. and could see he was sure 1t would humble her.
 "Th' veins O me heart go wid yez In that, Dennis darlintw she retorted with contemptuous gurgle of laughter. "Eh?"
 Can yez swim. Dennis?"
 "N-n-o. faith! An fur what an fur why?"
 Then It's lost ye'd be. Dennis; fur no prayst'li shrive tn likes O ye. At tn first word ye uttered. Dennis, fay
 ther'd toss ye over tn cliff. as aisy as a stale fish from tn schrahag" It was Dennis who had been con quered, and he now whiningly begged to know what she would do. It's this I'll do:" she returned with an impassiveness of tone and manner | from which the miserable wrecker of homes apparently saw no appeal. "Go tot tkp Nkh khA,, k~t kay al l. low or Cork till I come. I'll row to
 Dingle by night"
 By all tn saints, 'tis twinty miles!'
 he fumed and clustered again. Saturday night twill be, at tn turn O tn 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 if they go slatherin' up the Killar- ney road, it's not trace of me they'll find; 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- | ly for a while. He seemed to fear he
 would at last lose this one poor victim. | For years he had worked his merciless | tolls about her. as about others among | the wilds of Iveragh.
 | Bad cess t tn divils own mess, an
 all tn trouble yer givin' me! But me
 hearts achin' t see ye go where, In a years time, yeZ can come back lady
 fine t shame thim that'd kape yez iver
 toilin' baste! I'll come an go wid yez
 t Dingle!'
 The girl gave a little start at this
 but did not oppose him. | "It's lavin' from tn old pier I'll be
 in tn little yawI. Yell not be late
 Dennis Fahy? A sorra hour fur yes
 'twould be, If yez were found behind
 me at Port Magee"
 Who's tn stranger that's come tn
 day? He looked me OCT unfriendly, tn
 morn, whin I wor dodgin' yer faythel
 at Cahlrsiveen"
 The girl merely shook her head.
 Thin yell find "a, chance t slip thes
 in his pockets If he bides tn full O tn
 week. It's interestin' raydin' they'll
 make, whin on yer way t be a grand
 fine lady acrass tn say!" Without word she put in her bosom
 some crumpled sheets of paper he hat
 handed her and, stepping back amor. the parted branches, was lost to sight This is what had seen and heart
 upon the crag above the old fishinI
 hamlet; and this, with the appearanc handsome Eileen in the cabin and wha the evening had so startlingly evoked | is what swept the torturous wrath through my half-waking dreams d
 that long, unhappy night.
 Never before in all my wandering
 had I come to home or place wher : my own heart vas 90 desperately tor by conflicting motions end resolves.
 Should l at once quit these sombe Kerry shores and let the miserabl events run their own cruel course Should secretly charge Eileen with he
 purpose and perfidy and beg her {! turn back to the loyalty and love T the fine cabin home? Should I seek ou
 Dennis Fahy and frignten him fror this innocent victim of lis remorseless | ness and inconceivably petty greed Should I find Larry Dreen and mak him know, if there was tenderness lief in his reckless heart, of the great priz which was irrevocably drifting out c this humble little home port? Shout I confide in the mother and trust to tn
 mother heart and wit, as against tn daughters long-matured determinatio and strange imperious nature? o . should I at once, with brutal frankness | reveal to my fisher friend how he ha been deceived, and perhaps in the will
 storm to follow see worse come to tn
 now sheltered home-nest, than the mer , absence. through the hunger for bette :. fortune, of one of the strongest of it rugged brood?
 ;, :, As the week slipped by, my ments
 anxiety became intense and almost ir :. , supportable. As in dream, I scene U u conscious of the unconscious relation ( 3 each active participant in some impenc ,, ,, ing tragedy, and vet apparently hope y lessly helpless to reach out hand C
 utter word to stay. its resistless an woful finality,
 Half idly my fisher friend and hi :, companions dallied with their Hong line" fishing tasks; for the macker'
 fleets of the year had winged the n Continued on Seventh page)