The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-10-16

90 ITO be sure" said he. isn't
poor Denis O'Hara to run away with
you merely to save your reputation"
S IL 1 scream, sir, and give you a
scratch or two, you will bear me nc
malice:"
Bear you malice, is it," said he,
stopping to kiss each finger tip of the
hand which he contriyed somehow
should never be long out of his clasp.
NE darling, sure, won't 1 love to feel
your little pearls of nails on my
cheek?,
And spare no expense upon chaise or
horses" said she.
En- cried OHara, while a certain
vagueness crept into his gas ME
dear love, the best that money can pro-
duce-that money can produce" said
Mr.. O'Hara, and his eye rolled under
the stress and strain of an inward cal
culation: C.There's my grandfather's
watch; I'm afeard the works are not
up to the gold case, but it might run to
4 guineas; and there's my jeweled
snuffbox hat the chevalier gave my
father; no dash it, that's gonei There's
my silver hilted sword; L could ex-
change Il for a black one and perhaps
5 guineas. And there's my three sets
of mechlin."O
While he cogitated the lady smiled
upon him with gentle raillery; then she
popped her hand in her pocket and
drew forth a well filed case.
"And did you Think said she, laying
the case on the table, that / would
have the face to ask a rich lover to
elope with me?"
Faith" said he, pursuing now aloud
his silent addition, there's the gold
punch bowl 90! / vowed as long as
I'd a drop to mix in it I'd never part
with the thing; but. sure. 1 little guess
ed what was in store for me; that will
make 20 guineas or more. Put up
be paid for carrying you off, except"
said he, .by your sweet lips"
"Now listen. SIR" she cried, lifting up
her finger. you're 4 poor man."
Il am that" said he.
"And t. said she, lam q rich wo-
man."
"Oh." cried he. kitty, my darling,
and sure that's the last thing in the
world I'd ever be thinking Of now.
When / laid my heart ut your feet, my
dear, twas for your own sweet sake,
with never a thought of the 1ucre.
What's money to me"' said he, snap
ping his fingers. Not that, Kitty, dar-
ling. l despise it. Why" lie went on.
with his charming infectious smile, Il
never had a gold piece in my pocket
yet but it burned a hole in it,
She listened to him with a curious
expression. half contenptuous, Lalf
tender. Then she nodded.
81 well believe you" said she. "Come
come, Denis, don't be q fool. Since tNe
money is there, and we know for what
purpose. what matters it between you
and me who puts it DOWN."
All" he cried, with u sort of shame,
abandoning his light one for II of
very real emotion, you're an angel!
I'm not worthy of you, but I'll try"
The lady looked embarrassed.
Il protest, sir. l cannot have you go
ing on your knees again." she cried
sharply, "an it's getting late, and the
business is settled, 1 think"
Leave it to me- said he. "Sure, /
could do it blindfold.'
Have the post ebay at the corner of
oOiu SlttCt c1id QdAtL Sl1tSt. Lie lhS /
darkest in Bath, l think"
AYE, and the relay at Devices, for
We'll have to push the first stage"
"And after?' said she, and looked at
him doubtingly.
And after that-London. And sure
I know an old boy in Covent Garden
that viii marry us in Il twinkle" /
She nibbled her little finger. The
rapture evoked on his c~ountenance by
this la5t prospect was not reflected
upon hers.
But you forget said she, that l.
am to be abducted against my will,
and what will people say if l marry
you at the end of the Journey"
"Oh, faith" said he, without a shade
of uneasiness. shouldn't 1 be a poor
fellow if / did not contrive to per-
suade you on the way? And then what
would the world say if you did not
marry me after travelling all night
with such a wild Irish devil? Sure
be, with a wink, what else could
poor woman do to save her reputa-
True aid she musingly, and tap
ped her teeth.
She tied on her mask once more and
drew up Ter hood, passive. in her mood
of deep ~rafiection. to his exuberant
demonstrations. At the door she paus-
eel AID looked back at him, her eyes
strangely ailuring through the black
velvet peephole, her red lips full of
mysterious promise beneath the black
ace fall.
"And never asked said she in a
tone, after your wound.
Does it hurt you? VIII you be able,
you, TO face the fatigues tomor
,ow night#
"Ah. / have but one complaint, Kit
"" he cried, .'and that's my mortal
passion for you. And when a mans
weak with love- he said. "sure it's
hen he's the strength of twenty"
Not a step farther said she, than
his doc Think of the chairmen and
Bath gossip. Good night"
CHAPTER XVI.
q a IND now. child what's the town