The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-12-28
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TIE LADY OF ARRAN.

Miss Arran!" he Numbered, and
strobe up and down again to calm
his indignation; what -. what
do you mean?"
You are in love with Betty, aren't
yon--with the writer of Soul Songs :?
Il was, / was" he cried, passion
ately Il swerved from my allegiance.
But now :. You are cruel and heart
less. Your beautiful face is only an
empty mask. There is no beauty of
mind, of soul . Betty has no mys-
FERROUS power over me, she does not
make me act the fool
out |l.
He turned on his heel and left her.
She did not move, but all the golden
light was gone; dusk came creeping
through the pines. Her face was pale,
haggard. She gathered up the corn
flowers; one little, crushed one fell
on the path. She picked it up tender
ly. That afternoon she had cut them
for sick friend, friend who loved
the vivid blue blossoms, but the friend
never received that particular bunch
they were too precious :.
his face had rested on them, his lips
touched them. r.
The little maid was sent to cut a
second bunch and carry it to poor
Mrs. Gray. r.
Betty came in half an hour later 81
hurried back-has he gomez" :.
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new, sad note in that always soft,
sad voice.
Didn't you ask him to stay to tea ~
fsNo."
"Oh! auntie, why? l have not seen
him since Sunday"
He he was in a hurry.
Perhaps he was disappoint-
ed when you were not here You'll
soon see him again.
But they did not see him again. A
servant from "The Squatters' Arms
brought Betty a note the next morn
ing. He was called to town. He
thanked Miss Betty for making his
stay at Goolong so pleasant He
begged her to thank her aunt for all
her kindness He. hoped to see her
Miss Betty on her return to the city.
He was hers very gratefully.
Betty cried. ',sl
Dear, dear don't cry.
You will see him in the city. Don't
cry, dear child. 1t will all come right.
You can go up to Uncle Brian's. Why,
it is only a few weeks. :"
But Betty refused to be CON- orted,
and Miss Arran kneIt beside the
couch where the child had thrown
herself. Kneeling, she renewed the
sacrifice that she had made silently
in the garden when he knelt before
her. Betty loved him: he must love
Betty. He would have if he had not
come to "Arran." The little child she
had cared for, even when she was but
child herself, must not be called on
to bear the heartbreak; she could not.
dear little, childish Betty. She had
never been refused anything the lady
of "Arran' could give her, if it meant
happiness fer little Betty. Now she
would not refuse to give her hearts
Il
blood for the child. She was used to
loneliness; she could bear it. God
would make it all right t@ I for
Betty !. for him, and help her
to bear the heart break. e }a''.fsf s,5i.
Betty went to the city. She met MI.
Delane, but he seemed changed, she
complained in her letters to her aunt.
Poor child" sighed Miss Arran.
and determined to writes him and tell
him he had led the child to believe.
3. But she found it a difficult
letter to write, and delayed a few
days. Betty's next epistle was sur
prising- was no mention of
Meagher Delane, but there were sew
eral paragraphs about a handsome
young gentleman that Miss Betty had
met at her. uncles. Tickle Betty.
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For years the old house had been
asleep, but now the whole place was
stirred into activity. Miss Arran, the
little maid, and the garden-boy we're
busy from dawn till dark. There were
women sewing in the blue room, and