The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1898-11-18
ALLEN KENNAGH.

Mark Lehman, dressed in respectable
black, as became the butler in a mansion
like Eyre Hall, obcyed tho order with all
tho pomp and circumstance of the little
brief authority.
"Get along, you'll We don't allow no.
.Marki1
The mar stared. His face grew blank.
"Why, It's A~ilesnl''
Mark Lehman had told Aileen Kennagh
long, long ago under the shadow Of sae
beech copses OF the old home that he loved
her.
Eyes, it's me, Mark, 2 painted the poor,
weary little girl, land I've walked SO far,
and I'm 50 tiredl Aren't you glad to see
me? Won't you give me a drink of wa
ter?''
And she sank down, weary and exhaust
ed, OF one, of the rustic seats close to the
colonnaded porch.
You mustn't sit there said Mark
hurriedly. stYou must go round to the
servants door. I-I-of course I'm glad
to see you, Aileen-as an old neighbor Of
course IN the other side Of the water. Lu-
billaii' to @ gayly dressed lady's maid,
sstIis is Aileen Kennagh, from my county
at home. Will you get her a glass of wa
ter?''
Something in the tone In which he
spoke to the pretty Lueilla mad Aileen
look quickly up.
"Of course any friend of yours, Mark,
we'll do our best to make comfortable.
Come along, Miss Kennagh."
5"AI I want is a glass of cold water"
said Aileen, visibly shrinking. land just
to speak one word to Mark.
"I-Tm busy just at present." began
Lenham hesitatingly, but
Aileen turned away with a chill at her
warm Irish heart.
Sits not myself will be troubling you,
then, she said, II can get a drink at
any wayside spring"
And she went away hoping yet fearing
to be called back by Mark Lehman before
she had passed the great iron gates of tho
gardens at Eyre Hall. But Mark never
spoke. 1t would be more awkward than
he liked to contemplate being called to
account by the old love while the new in
the spruce person of Miss Lueilla Jones
stood by. And besides what could be do
to help Aileen? What though they want
cd a nursemaid at Eyre Halls He would
not like to recommend a green girl like
Aileen.
Meanwhile poor Aileen, weary, dusty
dlQ ISaflSIOhs ItsQ p@uSSu de q ap1th8 IL
tho woods jus6.bcyond the gates Of Eyre
Hall to slake her parching thirst.
As she was about to rise-she had
drunk, scooping up the crystal drops with
the palm of her brown, shapely hand-a
voice from the wooded cliff overhead ar
rested her movements
"Stop Just a minute, please. You are
the very figure I want to light up the
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Aileen smiled and stood still, and she
saw that the gentleman artist above had a
little child in o black velvet blouse play
ing around him.
But even as she looked the little sprite
leaned one degree too far over the almost
perpendicular rock and lost its balailce.
She sprang forward with a cry, but tee
late.
Little Herbert Eyre lay in a senseless
heap on the soft grass close to the brook
edge, one plump white arm doubled I'M
der him and brokenl
SIS he deadf'
Mr.. Eyre stood pale and terror stricken
beside the little creature as Aileen lifted
him tenderly to her lap and sprinkled cold
drops on his marble forehead.
ssNo, sir, please God. but he's badly
hurt, I'm afraid. Let me carry him. It'll
only torture him to be changed from one
to another, and Pm strong. Is it far away
from where you liVe?''
mo; you can see the chimney tops from
here. It is Eyre Hall. am Mr.. Eyre"
And so, carrying the little heir of all
those broad lands in her arms, Aileen
Kennagh once more entered the domains
whose dust she had shaken off her feet but
a brief while age, without deigning a
glance at Mark Lehman, who CHANGED to
be the one to let them inl
Little Berthe chung to Aileen's neck and
would not leave her, and he lay in her lap
during the whole tedious process of set
ting tho arm.
II like you,'' said he, his baby brow
contracted with pain. "Who is lou name?"
ssAileen.n
And so al Mr.. Eyre's earnest entreaty
Aileen staid.
And so even after the little broken arm
was well again.
Mark Lehman met her one afternoon
walking up from the woods when she had
been about three months at Eyre Hall.
How pretty she looked with. her dark eyes
and rose rcd cheeksi Lucilla Jones had
just thrown him over in favor of the new
coachman. He thought remorsefully of
the old attachment in Ireland and decided
he couldn't do better than to give Aileen
. crumb of hope once more.
sAileen,' he said conciliatingly, step
ping into her pathway as she was hurry
ing by.
sWhat is 1t, Mark?"
You're always in such a hurry, Aileen.
Can't you stop and speak to a fellow?"
ITS it anything particular, Mark2'
Eyes, it ia particular, Aileen. You see,
I-why can't it be between as just as it
used? Why can't you be my sweetheart
again, Aileen?"
Zone reason is. answered Aileen ccm-
posedly, s'tlat I nave long ceased to care
for you, Mark Lehman. The other is that
l am engaged to be married"
.sYou, Ailsen?"
Eyes. /. Why not?''
ssWho is it TOP" ~wrathfully demanded
Mark.
ITO Mr.. Eyre"
And so Aileen passed on, smiling quiet
" to herself at Marks face of thunder
struck disinay.
Fer little Bertie's fondnessfor the sweet
young rose OF Ireland had somehow in
feeted his father, and Aileen kennagh was
to become his second wife and the lady Of
Eyre HalL-Exchange.
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