The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-05-07

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about to make that same request"
Grandpa looked at Kate, then at Car.
rington. Il suppose you young per-
sons will invite poor old grandpa to
the wedding?"
Father" This was altogether too
much for patrician blood Cavenaugh's
face redeemed and his fists closed
ominously. You will do me the hon.
or, father, not to NEEDLE with my
private affairs. Kate is my daughter,
and she shall marry the man 1t
pleases me to accept"
Darlington felt this cut dart over
grandpa's shoulder. He stirred I'M,
easily.
"Oh, if that's the way you look at
it," with comical deprecatory shrug.
Grandpa touched Darlington on the
arm. Young man, do you love this
girl? No false modesty, now; the
truth. and nothing but the truth. Do
you love herr"
with all my heart!" Darlington
felt. the impulse occult. Something
whispered that his whole future de.
pended upon his answer.
"And you, Kate?"
II love him, grandpa" bravely.
That's all want to know" said
grandpa.
Cavenaugh released one of his fists;
1T fell upon the table and ratified
things generally.
Am l in my own house," he
bawled
That depends answered grandpa,
suavely. You've got to behave your
self. Now, then, let us repair to the
secret chamber of finance. It is the
day of settlement grimly.
Mrs. Cavenaugh was gently weep.
ing. The dread moment had come,
come when she had been lulled into
the belief that 1t would never come,
Kate understood, and longed to 60 to
her and comfort her; and she trem.
bled for her father, who knew moth
ing of the pit that lay at his feet. Car.
rington dallied with his fork; he
wished he were anywhere in the world
but at the Cavenaugh table. The de-
sire to laugh required to him, but he
realized that the inclination was only
hysterical.
Cavenaugh was already heading for
the study. He was in fine rage.
Grandpa was close on his heels. At
the threshold he turned once more to
Darlington.
you know your Tempest young
man, I'm sure" he said. well, this
is the revolt of Caliban-Caliban up
lifted, as it were"
The door closed behind them, and
father and son faced each other.
'l'll trouble you for those papers
you took from the safe last night"
said the son, heavily.
"Ah, indeed" said grandpa
"At once; I have reached the limit
Of my patience"
so have l." returned grandpa. "Per-
haps you know what these papers are
about?"
II know nothing whatever, save that
they belong to Mr.. Darlington. Hand
them over"
Grandpa helped himself to a cigar
and sat down. He pulled two or three
times, eyed the lighted end and sighed
with satisfaction.
IF you but knew what they we're
about, these papers, you would pay a
cool million for their possession. My
word, it is droll situation; reads like
the fourth act in a play. If you have
duke picked out for Kate, forget
Him."
"She will never marry Carrington!"
Cavenaugh's voice rose in spite of his
effort to control it.
my son, they will hear you,' the
pariah warned. He blew cloud of
smoke into the air and shifted it. you
never offered me this particular
brand reproachfully.
. Enjoy it," snapped the other, "for
1t is the last you will ever smoke in
any house of NINE"
You don't tell met"
Those papers, instantly"
"'Be it. known by these presents.
ct cetera, ct cetera,'" said the old
man. He rose suddenly, the banter
leaving his lips and eyes, and his