The Red Cloud chief., 1896-05-29
"D sweet fancy, Let her loose!
Everything is spoiit 10y me-
"Thcro /, a garden in her face"

and thirty-two years. but looking con
.idcrably older. Not a handsome man
not even II commonly g~ood-looking
one. A more decidedly plain manfn a
a wcll-brcd way than Ralph Anketsll
it would be difficult to find. That his
large mouth j. kindly and his small
eye, earnest does little to redeem his
face. But one thing ut least he has: a
magnificent figure. a better set up
man than he. or II more strong or
more vigorous. is hardly to be ound
in the Irish county TO which he be-
long,.
Miss McDcrmot's last words have
been quite clear to him, and being en-
gagged To her he may be pardoncd for
not finding them exactly palatablc.
Beyond IA swift glance at the girl, how
ever. he takes no notice OF them; and
the glance goes astray, a. she Is look
ing at the PROSTATE figure on the
chairs rather than at him, IA fact that
comes home TO Aukctcll with Il little
chill.
He had entered the big hall tbcauti-
lul even in its decay aud ~disordcr) by
the lower door that leads to the
garden, followed by Dulcinea's father.
The latter-The McDermot- is "a spare.
tail, gaunt man, with dull eyes covered
by overhanging brows, and "A most
logged mouth. Perhaps from him the
girl has taken her obstinacy anu
hatred OF control. il from her dead
mother she has inherited the great
love OF truth aud honor n the well
of hidden affection that lives almost
unsupported within her breast.
what is this? what is this"' de-
mand, her father. hurrying Onward TO
where. in the dim growing OF the
autumn twilight, the silent figure
lies.
Dulcinca. in n low tone, aud with IA
slender hand upliftcd. as il 10 insure
quiet for the wounded man. tells her
tale.
The whole scene makes IA picture.
hardly t. be forgotten if once seen "A
once sect it was!"
The soft, gray. dying light, that
scarcely lights up the grand old hall;
the central figure prone. inanimatc;
the old woman there. with her white
hair and cap and scornful air: the
bending figure of the man-scrvant;
and here. where the lights from the
eastern window fall full upon her, the
proud. slight figure OF the girl. drawn
To its fullest height. and with the
lovely face upliitcd. The rays from
the departing sun fall with IA wintry
rapture on her nut-brown hair. light
ing it in part 20 gold. She is looking
stirred. anxious: she is leaning a little
toward her father; and her eyes-such
eyes. blue. deep. heavenly blue; blue.
like the ocean when it dreams of
,,A,, n,a t,,,,al ypnntpnflV IN his.
Her lips ars parted. And in the back
ground, the two still figures tho
fathers and the lover's-both silent,
wondering.
ale is i'll, father; he will die II
moved" says the girl. in soft tones
fraught with fear.
mot s~uspiciously.
"Ah. Of that we know nothing. "
Her hand j. still uplifted. But
Bridget says he is to rest there -
there" with a swift gesture towards
the cOmfortlc,s lounge. ''uttil the
doctor comes"
Certainly not."says The McDermot,
taking u step forward. There! Here,
Patsy. what are you about? Carry
this stranger to-whcre, Dulcie?"
The north Is the warmcst.
1t has been Prepared for Andy: but he
may not come" says Miss McDcrmo,
And even if he does-Take care,
Patsy. Father. his arm is broken"
She runs to the body they are lift
ing, and thrusts her W young. firm
arm under it, where tho broken lint
hangs helpless.
This is n mans work, not {
woman's." says Sir Ralph CURLY, |
courtcouSly. You must try to for
give me t. you find Inc in the way"
WHO is he. do you think, bridget
asks Miss McDcrmot half an hour late
OF hcrthenchwoman, when she ha
soothcd1down that angry despot to
proper frame OF mind.
How can | tell, hinneya Ho ma!
be the divil himself for aught ! know
) an fey, | wouldn't wondher. Who bu
= the ould boy could come through tina
I bog alive? What did he name at all.
/ wondhcr, by comin' this way? Wa
there no ono To warn himP or hadn'
he nm eye in his W head? Blu
4 what's the good OF an eye wild then
English? Why. they haven't a graf,
o o. sinse between Thin"
You think he's English?"--eagcrly
O 'Conldn't yc see that much in tn
=; cock o his nose? FaiX, ye're near a
. blind as he i, himself il yc couldn'
: note that much; and tho strang
n twist O. his tongue. Och! English
sure
Il don't think he looks English! II
is 50 dark. Did you notice that
And from where Is hep What is he?
"Oae o. thin young' gintlomen u
n at Ballybeg, I'm thinkin'. Two of'e'
h come last night, as I'm towld by LAIR
Is Murphy, tho cab driver. You kno
him, missP"
II "No-no," dreamily. "Not at all.
g. "What! Not Larry the THE
Array, what ails ye ut all, me dearg'
"Oh, Larry? Oh! OF COURSE, blusl
1T ing ~fsriously. II thought you wer
is talking of-of-"
10 We'll, | wasn't" says the o
woman dryly. Il wouldn't presun
10 to let me tongue run II race abo'
40 them English folk