The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-09-29
4 Her LuDdlord.
Eve walked it from strand to strand.

expected greeted the conclusion OF the
song as caused the singer to sit bolt
upright in the long, lush grass in COM
ic bewilderment.
The delinquent, slim, bare-headed
girl, with the humor still lurking about
her scarlet lips, returned his stare with
interest.
Brian Hennessy's mouth quivered
into a smile beneath the brown mus
tache.
what is the joke?" he asked.
The girl struggled to regain her COM
posture.
81 really must beg your pardon" she
said in clear, sweet voice, but your
lament was so exceedingly dolorous,
and $3.50"
Remarkably tuneful."
THANK you!" gravely. $50 remark
ably untuneful, that l could not refrain
from laughing at you. 1t was very
rude of me-
And very natural" said Brian, quick
ly struggling to his feet.
The sun was beating down with fer
vent heat. Great lazy butterflies sailed
slowly by. Away at their feet the coun-
try unrolled itself in a panorama of bog
and moorland.
Behind them, a long, low, half
ruined house stretched its gray front
along the hill.
Hennessy looked at his companion
critically. He saw a girl, rather above
the average Insight, clad in a cream
oh 70
him bore the impress of fashion. Out
of pure oval face pair of wide, dark
eyes gazed fearlessly.
Il am afraid you are counting an at
tack of sunstroke," he observed, note
of concern in his voice.
She laughed again-a low, ripping
laugh.
1T is your song which is to blame"
she said gayly. 81 left my sunbonnet
over there in my haste to see the-er-
singer" a mischievous CLEAN in the
dark eyes.
He hurried around the little clump of
bushes and found the bonnet lying be-
side book, which had fallen open at
the fyleaf. He could not fail to see the
inscription: ''Olive NJ. Dalrymple."
He sighed dismally.
"A grande demoisene a-rusticating,"
he murmured below his breath. Put
on your very best society manners, Hen
messy, my boy"
The girl stood where he had left her,
soft smile curving her lips.
at lis he-I know it is he, she thought
said could coax bird off a tree with his
blarney-poor Brian Hennessy."
81 have brought your book, too, Miss
Ddirymple, he said politely, pushing
his battered straw hat to more sober
angle on his fair head, land perhaps l
ought to introduce myself-Brian Hen
messy, at your service"
She started and gazed at him in puz-
zled way.
''The book lay open," he said, half
apologetically, land hence my"
"Ah, yes, thank you,' she said, de-
murely, hiding her laughing eyes be-
meath her bonnet. you are the land
lord aren't your"
"Er-well, yes; I suppose 1 am"
agreed Hennessy, tri1e grimly, 'at
present"
"Oh!"-and she faced him quickly,
pain and pity in her eyes = show
thoughtless of me! Mrs. Dolan has
spoken of you. l am so very sorry
The mans strong, virile face softened
into an indescribable sweetness.
Il thank you,' he said, simply.
"Do you know, Mr.. Hennessy," she
said presently, that 1 came here this
afternoon with purpose?"
Really" quizzical smile.
"Yes"-gravely-''I came to see your
home"
He bowed low.
Il have heard so much about it, and
you, from Mrs. Dolan," she continued,
that am consumed with curiosity"
rs it not that natural in a woman ?"
he ventured.
Perhaps so''-without relaxing her
gravity. But, believe me, it is not
impertinent curiosity. l know the Mr..
Darlington who is foreclosing, and his
daughter, very well indeed. Possibly
l might"
The man stiffened perceptibly.
"My dear Miss Dalrymple,' he said,
II must beg of you to dismiss any such
idea at once. Mr.. Darlington is quite
within his rights, and l should be the
last person in the world to question
them. My loss will also, L regret to
say, be the tenants loss. A man who
can deal so harshly with me will not
spare them. AS for Mrs. Dolan, fear
she allows her tongue to wag much
too freely"
1T is for love of you'll" she cried, i'm
pulsively.
He turned his back to her for mo-
ment, and his voice trembled a little
when next he spoke.
Il know" he said, softly; "she is my
foster-mother, and is prejudiced."
But all your tenants are alike" she
said.
He did not answer her, but led the
way through hole in the stone fence,
and across the old-fashioned garden to
where the great oaken door stood wide
open, revealing a cool, dark haE be-
yond.
Three or four dogs rushed boisterous-
ly out, leaping up at him in an ecstasy