The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-07-21

any other door on the estate. Judy was
 grown, to be sure; grown from pretty
 girl into a handsome woman. Her eyes
 were as blue as forget-me-n her
 cheeks had their old-time roses and a blush mantled her white neck as she
 dropped a curtsey to Sir Condy.
 So the good times began In Castle Rack
 rent. Jason found the money and Sir
 Condy spent it after the manner of old
 Sir Patrick The estates had not been en-
 tailed beyond the life of the last Baronet
 and once, when Sir Condy was in want of
 ready cash, Jason suggested to sell him
 the land he already had on lease.
 What! A landed proprietor, Jason?
 Jason Quirk landed proprietor. ex-
 claimed Sir Condy. Jason got the land at a bargain and was allowed for all his | improvements, too
 "rhere is that hunting lodge, Jason"
 said Sir Condy one day to the agent. We
 really have no use for it. and 1 have a
 tenant for it at a good, fat figure"
 Jason's brow clouded The lodge stood
 handy to his own newly acquired land,
 and he had his eye upon it. But the
 agent, being caught unawares, the master
 for once had his own way, at which he was as pleased as a boy. He wrote over
 that night to Captain Moneygawl. the son and heir of the Monographs of Mount
 Juliet's Town. saying that the Lodge was at his service, and if he would honor him with his company at Castle Rack rent they could ride over together some
 morning and look at the place before signing the lease. So the captain came and after merry night they rode over in the bright flush of the morning with
 the dogs yelping and the hunting horns
 sounding, several other gentlemen in
 scarlet with them. And Sir Condy of
 course, managed to lag little behind aaf1f fAr p11 n
 burnta whisky. and maybe a kiss from laughing Judy McQuirk.
 The captain took the lodge and he and Sir Condy became the greatest friends that ever were, forever out shooting and hunting together the whole day long and
 very merry at night, either at the lodge or at the castle, with much good com i, pany. Then Sir Conoy was invited over to Mount Juliet's Town, and a friendship between the families which had existed In Sir PatTicks time was remembered, until nothing would serve but the baro- net must be three times week with his new friends.
 "A fool of a fellow" said old MT. Mon eygawl who will soon get rid of what
 little money his disreputable ancestors have left him. Lucky for him Sir Kit died as he did, for he would have starved
 to death as a lawyer. Why, he never rode circuit but once, and then he had never
 case"
 And I must warn you, my de>Ss,' said Mrs. Monograph, glancing round at her four daughters, that however pleas ing in personal appearance Sir Condy Raclzrent may be, he Is entirely out of the question as a husband"
 At this Miss Bridgetta said: "Oh, la
 The ideal" Miss Catherine tossed her head
 haughtily and Miss Molly said: Non sense, ma. Who wants him?' While the youngest, Miss Isabella, cast down her eyes and said nothing.
 But Miss Bella had a most careless maid, and one day she dropped a letter. It was picked up my the captain. and the family learned that her mistress was
 offering to elope that very night with Sir Condy.
 While they were in the midst of their excitement, Sir Condy and Miss Isabella came clattering up on their horses. The company at dinner that evening soon be- gan talking of stage plays, fitting up theatre and having amateur theatricals. | "Ah, yes,' said the Captain, i've are all great actors at Mount Juliet's Town, and we are going to have a play for sure. Have you seen the playbill, Sir 1 Condy?'
 l No, have not" said he.
 "Then more shame you" said the Cap ] tain, mot to know that my sister Isa-
 bella is to play Juliet tonight, who plays I 1t better than any woman on or off the | stage in Ireland.'
 ''I am very happy to know it." said Sir i Condy; and after dinner he called for his | horse and rode off home to Castle Rack rent, while they locked Miss Isabella up | in her room and forbade her even to think 1 of Sir Condy.
 ] While Sir Condy's love-making had be- | fore been but a bit of philandering. he | now felt his pride and his honor involved l and for some time was quite nonplussed ] what to do about it. For their was Judy McQuirk, loveler every day and every I morning so handy with her greeting and i her eggshell of whisky. Besides. Judy l had been giving out that she had some sort of a promise from Sir Condy and | was soon to be Lady Rackrent. One night honest Thady, the faithful ] servant whose father had been coach
 man to Sir Patrick and whose son was MT. Attorney McQuirk. made bold to l speak to Sir Condy about the matter. All l Thady's devotion was to "Fhe Family I and he had a strong suspicion of his shrewd son. who was also devoted to The Famly"-but as dog is to bone.
 for the meat there is left on It. Often l Thady had held little Condy on his knee
 and told the boy how like he was 10
 the great Sir Patrick and how he might | one day become the head of "The Fam i fly"
 | Thady belonged to the race of 'old ser vants, unofficial, hereditary vassals, | who sometimes will serve a family for a l couple of centuries or so until. finally, l the brains failing and the money getting | scarce in the head of the family" there 1 is developed suddenly in the inferior race l a man with brains. shrewdness and ua- i scrupuousness. as had been developed In | Mir. Attorney McQuirk. who avenges the l servitude of generations
 | So one night when Sir Condy was lit- 1 tie cheerful" and standing along with i Thady in the servants hall. as was often ] his custom, the faithful old man heaved ! a great sigh and said: "Its all over with 1 poor Judy"
 l Not so." replied Sir condy. q was 1 never fonder of Judy than at the present | speaking. and I'll prove it to you,' and l he took from Thadys hand a halfpenny in l change which he had just got along with | his tobacco .Now." said Sir Condy its | a toss-up with me which I shall marry ! this minute. her or MT. MoneyRawl of