New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1898-08-28

beautiful" said I.
But it may be too cold"
There are rugs" said
at may rain"
There are umbrellas and mackint"shes. Let
q no Cashel tomorrow. whatever happens
Patricia
She promised and when | went to bed sat
ND for n long time and smoked one OF my NJ"
CLAWS thinking blissfuIy of Cashe and the long
drive there and back. 1t was O'Clock before
/ was asleep; my room was so iuil oi s'"oN'
that I could hardly see across it,
The morning was fine, and at II O'Clock the
or v.ae ready and we set out. The country
through which we drove was beautiful bu' al
my ewes were for Patricia; only now and then
did realize how fair land 1t was hos
Cross Abbey by the waterside, a haunt OF an
Gent poacc If ever there was one, STUCK IN NY
mernorv. but | can recall little else until We
reached Cashel Patricia had been very silent
but occasionally she gave me her eyes III way
that made my heart thump; couil not De qu''e
sure Just what she meant.
As We walked up the steep approach 10 '''e
gray ruins that crown the abrupt ho'N Vi
Cashcl she became her old self again ana We
raced each other to the top. 1t was d'ad neat
although Patricia protested that she Won pu'
when | asked her what prize she wanted sne
t. .,l,r,d at me again with that new look
~, bors We wandered about the ruins and the
graveyard until it was time for luncheoh' WIN "
We spread upon the grass-tuitei moor Oh """'
/ had once been a room. now rooil"ss. ana VII" d
! sheer drop on one side 10 KIND OF cour'S di ="
below We made the place. Whch we S''"'''
T 70 have entirely to ourselves echo with Iaus"-
ter. and the old cathedral looked down upon US
not unk.ndly Ike a ripe OLD man SHINING a.
youth
Patricia had had the forethought 10 put Il 'o'-
tie If champagne in the basket, but TOT 'he
reason. as she said. that she did not care for
wine. only ono glass Bu, soon overcane her
scrupI.s and handed her a bumper.
"Patrcia." said. you must drink my heai'"'
Il Will. Larry. with all my heart
/ "Do you mean that?
81 do" she sad and drank. with very pretty
inclination toward me. Then she h'ed again
and handed the glass 70 me.
your health Patricia" said |. with all my
love. and may you see what a jewel am ana
I secure me while you have the chance Ana
drank to the last drop and turned the glass up
side down.
you're a jewel indeed" said she, and will
max, some girl happy.
ITS you no one. Patricia. I've iouhu YOU
and I'll look further"
on. Larry. why wouldn't some one else DC
for you as well?'
"Because you are you. and there isn't any one
olse in the world"
That's a good reason" she said
ITS so good that wonder YOU can hesitate
cried l.
Have some cold chicken. Larry"
Hang the chicken | said. but | took 1t all
th. same and we got on TO less dangerous
ground and became children just As we had
been in tho old days.
After luncheon We wandered about again.
spending the afternoon in that hand-in- hand
familiarity which is SO sweet and yet. to one
in my underlined position. so bitterly disquietins.
hut WAS blndiy happy. telling her absurd
stories that might hear her laugh, and sad
ones that might her eyes I'LL with pity
and she on her part told me hundred little
things about herself that seemed to make me
free Of her inner life.
At last when it was nearly dusk. We stumbled
upon King Cor,nac's chapel | have no idea
who Knt Cormac was but know that his
chapel was extraordinarily dark and damp and
gloomy. and that We seemed suddenly shut
away from all the light and sweetness of the
after tim reached an arched emtrasure with
a projecting stone base from which the pillars
srrang Here sat down in a silence that
made Patricia shiver.
king Corma,'s Chapel" l said lis like a
prison"
1T makes me cold" Patricia answered.
There was a high window opposite through
which saw "A patch OF evening sky. there was