The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-09-29

! shafts of yellow light betwixt the slen-
der stems of the frs in the plantation,
and across the purple heather, was like
a glimpse of Paradise.
And the spells of sweetly dangerous
silence were sweet to both alike.
III.
During the weeks which followed
Brian Hennessy was torn by conflicting
emotions. Consumed by passionate
| love for the girl who was staying with
| Mrs. Dolan, and recognizing, as he did,
| the utter hopelessness of fostering such
an attachment, he was by turns reck-
lessly gay and deeply Respondent.
A few of the rougher spirits on the
estate did not fail to notice these fits
of dependency, and the hot blood ran
riot in their veins at the tyranny" Of
| the man who was turning the master
out of house and home. Dark whisper
| ings and muttered threats which BODIED
no good to Mr.. Darlington were freely
| INDUCED in, and Rory Devine polished
| up his old rifle with grim look.
But the loss of his home, which few
short weeks ago had seemed to Brian
the worst calamity that could befali
him, had faded into utter insignificance
beside the one great absorbing passion
| of his life.
He feared with dread the keenness
of which struck him like dagger
thrust, the inevitable parting which he
knew must now be close at hand.
Though poverty sealed his lips with
al l.
| the continued struggle was telling upon
| him, and the hopeless look in his eyes
often caused the heart of Mrs. Dolan's
| pretty ledger to beat with wildness
that startled her.
One dull, heavy morning, about a
month after their first meeting, Brian
came tramping down the moor and
across the meadow, a couple of doge
at his heels, and a look on his face
that caused Mrs. Dolan to remark:
'Sure, there's Mister Brain, lookin'
| for all the world as if he was going to
be hung"
A moment later he was in the cool,
stone-fagged kitchen, and gazing hun
| grily at the occupant of the big arm
chair.
1T has GOMEZ" he said, bitterly. Mr..
Darlington arrives to-day by the 1915
p. m L shall fetch him in the dog
| cart from Coolardy."
She gazed up at him with soft little
sigh.
And I am leaving at noon," she ex-
claimed. Il have had letters from home
this morning"
His lips twitched a little, and his face
paled beneath the bronze.
'.Then it is indeed the deluge!" was
all he could manage to say.
How he passed the few hours that re-
manned before her departure he could
never recall. The whole world seemed
to be slipping away from him; and
| when he drove her to the station and
! watched the forlorn little face fade
away as the train bore her from his
sight his heart sank very low indeed,
and he turned away with groan he
could not repress.
Meanwhile Mrs. Dolan had not been
idle. The news of Mr.. Darlington's ex-
pected arrival had spread far and near,
and Rory Devine, with two or three
others, spoke in hushed whispers of the
loneliness of the road from Coolardy.
The little station platform looked
drear and inhospitable as Brian stood
just outside the white gate the same
evening awaiting the arrival of the
1915. The mare kept pushing her vel
vety nose against his arm, as if con-
scious of his trouble.
His patience was not too sorely tried,
however, for a few minutes later it ran
slowly alongside the platform and de-
posted solitary lady passenger, whose
figure seemed strangely familiar in the
faint glimmer shed by the lamps.
As she came toward the exit his heart
gave a great leap.
"Olive!" he cried, note of bewilder-
mentin his voice.
She laughed TREMENDOUSLY.
Eyes, it is l." she answered.
"But nowhere is Darlington %
She laughed again, little quaver-
ingly.
Here" she replied; ST am Mr..
Darlington
81 must be very Dense" he said at
length; "but there is some mystery here
that 1 cannot understand. Will you
please explain?"
She shivered at the change in his
voice, and laid one hand on his arm.
81 will tell you as we go along" she
said.
He helped her to his seat and gath
cred up the reins.
at is quite simple she said. as they
spun along. Il have taken up the
mortgage"
His hands frightened on the reins in
voluntarily.
"You?" he said, hoarsely.
She nestled closer to his side.
"Why not?" she asked.
He could not speak. Love and pride
were fighting hard battle. By her ac-
tion she had made the gulf betwiXt