The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-11-18

and down with delight" 4 v Terence, fair
~ b,ibbling over with Joy ut the recoilec-
ton. ut was tile most liumiliating sight
for U modest brother. l shall never forgive
her for 1t. Besides, the strange young man
WAs-f
III You say another word, says Monica,
white with wrath and witlltaars in !iercycs.
i shall never speak to you again, or help
You out OF any trouble.''
This awful threat has The desired effect OF
reducing Mi. Beresfonl to subsection. lie
goes down before the foe, and truckles to
her meanly:
You needn't take it SO much to heart"
he says, soatl,ingly; there wasn't much i'll
it, after all; and your shoes are very pretty,
and so arc Your feet
The compliment works wonders; Monica
quite %brightens UP again, but the two old
ladies' are llopelessly scandnlized.
u feel assured, Terence says Miss Pris-
ella, with much dignity, that under no cir
cnmstances could q niece Of mine show too
niue. Of ller-her-s
Here Miss Priscilla bushes, and breaks
down.
Legs" suggests Terry, politely.
But who was the strange Young man"'
asks Miss Penelope. curiously.
.OlW flicnd of the hay-cart said his name
was Desmond, and that he was nephew to
the master of the house behind the big
gates returns Kit, flucntly.
"D2smolhl.' says Miss Priscilla. greatly
aSitated. LET me never hear you, mention
that name again! 1t has been our bane l
Forget you have ever been so unfortunate
rs to encounter.th!S young man; and, il i'll
lick should ever drive him across your path
again, remember you do not-you never can
! know him.
But I'm certain he viii know Monica if
he sees her again, says Kit. s'lle stared at
her rs ii she had seven hcads.'
No wonder, considering her eQuivocal
position. And as to knowing Monica, I'm
10 certain of tliat, of course, but I'm utter
j. positive he could swear to her shoes in q
crowd" says Terence, with unholy delight.
lie was enchanted With them, and with the
clocks on hey stockings: / think he was
taking the pattern OF them"
sic was not, says Monica, almost weep
ing. ''lie couldn't sec them. l was too
high ur,'
Terence, y says Miss Priscilla, growing
very pale, you must never see him again,
or, at all events, You must never speak to
him. Understand. once for all, tiiatintimacy
between us and the inhabitants of Coole is
impossible. This feud l hint at touches you
even more closely than it touches us. but
you eannot feel it more Than we do, perhaps
no. rs much. The honor of our family has
suffered at the hands OF the Mastcrof Coole.
lie Is the enemy of our house! You can
make friends where YOU choose; but l would
have yoa recnlleat that ucrel' can a Brres-
ford ami 4 Desmond have unght i'll COM
mon"
'Ssut what have the Desmond's done tous,
Aunt Prisciilu!" asks Monica, q good deal
I o,v,j b,- tl,o rll l,l -, .nJ.,r;t, @
"Some other time You shall know ALL"
says Miss Priscilla, in the low tone one
might adopt If speaking of the last appall-
ing murder.
Yes, some !iinc,' echoes Miss Penelope.
gently.
CHAPTER III.
Monica is up early this morning studying
The landscape and encounters Mrs. Reilly,
who is got up in her war-paint.
WHY, where are yat. going Mrs. Reilly"
asks Monica.
I'm going to get me uncle's wife's niece
for yer maid Miss"
Are you. I'm glad Of that" says Monica
with native courtesy. is sl,e"-with some
hesitation and a faint blus!r-"is, size pretty,
ReIlly?'
shes the pnrtiest girl 20 ever SCI eyes
DID, says alrs. Reilly, WITH enthusiasm.
"Im glad of that, Ican't bear ugly PEG
ple,n says Monica.
"Faix, then, there's Il bad time before y,
wild the ou!d ladies' matter. Mrs. Reilly
soto rocc, gathering up her cloak and step
ping onward. She lisa remarkably hand
some woman herself. and SO ma safely de
plore the want Of beauty in her betters.
Monica, turning aside, steps ona higl
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Through The trees she can see the spire .
the oldcathedral rising heavcaward. Though
Rossmoyiie is but Il Village, 1t still can boas
Its cathedral, an ancient ediiice, uncoutl
anl unlovely, but yet one of the oldcs
places of worship in Ireland.
Most of my readers would no doubt iaugl
ii to scorn, but we who belong to it revel
ence 1t, and point out with pride to passers
by the few quaint marks and tokens tina
link it to a by-gonc age.
There is n nave. broad and deep, conrris
ing more than u third OF the whole build
ing, with its old broken stone pavement
and high up, carven upon one of its walls
the head of st. Faughnan, its patron saint
"a hideous saint, indeed, if lic resemble
that ancient carving. How often have
gazed upon his unlovely visage, and wor
dercd in my childish fashion why the grac
that comes from so divine an origin had lie
the power to render his servants face NOR
beautiful
The village itself stands upon a high hill
the ocean lies Mt its feet. From Moyn
IIcusa one can see the simmer Of the grea
Atlantic as it dances beneath the sunbeam
or lashes itself into furious foam under Il,
touch of the north wind. The coast-guar
station, too, stands out, brilliantin its whit,
wash, a cleaning spot upon the Landscape
Monica, looking down from her heigli
!, takes in all the beauties of the landscaI
, that surround her, and lets the music Of tn
melancholy ocean sink into her very soul.
Then she lets her eyes wander to the RICH
, and rest with ~pardonable curiosity upo
Coolc Castle, where dwells the ogre of he
! house. Above Coole, and abC.it two mile
further onn lies Aghyo!iillbeg, the residenc
of Madame O'COnnor, thar terrible dssce,
dant of one of Ireland's kings whilst belov
nesting among its frs and bceches, is XII
more, where the llalfords-a merry tang
, of boys and girls-lnay be seen at all hour
, Then there is the vicaragc, where the re
. tor lives with his family, which, is large; an
!, nearer to the village, the house that holt
, the curate and his family, which, of cours
is larger. Besides which, Monica can ju
see from her vantage ground the wooded
i slopes OF Durrusbcg that have lately calle
young honayne master,-a distant cousi
, having died most mlexpectedlynn left hi
all his property.
! Six months ago, Ulic Ronayne was spoke
of by anxious matrOns as a wild lad, wit
, nothing to recommend him save his han,
: some fare and some naughty stories attacl
CT! to Ills ane Now he is pronounce
charming, and the naughty stories, whic
: indeed never had any foundation, are di
covered to lave been disgraceful fabric
: TORS. Marriuseable daughters are kind,
!, to him tllan words can say, and are above
:. by the m0St c~autings mothers to dance wit
, him asofien as they choose, and even 10
out unlimited hours with him in seclude
: corners Of conscrvatoIies unrebuked.
, After a last lingering glance at the distal
l ocean and the swelling woods that o
merry June are making their grandestsllo
Monica jumps, down from her bank aga
! and goes slowty-siigiiig as she gocs-t
wardtii lie riverthat iuasatthe end Of Moyn
Down by its hanns MoyneactUally touch
> the hated lands OF Goole. q slight bountar
!, fence being all tliat divides one place fro
The other. The river PUSHES eagerly pa
. bath, on its way 10 the sea, %Inllrmiuing he
:. rily on lis liappy voyage, as though moe
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