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The Irish Bride of an Englishman.
A STORY OF THESE TIMES.
TliJ on this riicture, the beauty of
which is undeniable, Mickey (the bar
barian) looks with disfavor.
"If he's coin' to nquat there for the.
night" an' 1 see ivory prospect of it,"
says Mickey to himself "what on
airth's coin' to become of me?"
Now Mickey's idea of "raal grand"
senery is the kitchen fire. Hays and
rocks and moonlight, and such like com
fortless stuff, would lie designated by
liim as''all my eye an' Hetty Martin.''
He would consider the bluest water
that ever rolled a poor thing if compared
to the water tliat ooiled in the big ket
tle, and sadly inferior to such cold wa
ter as might contain a "dhrop of the
craythur." So no wonder lie views with
dismay Mr. Hodney'a evident intention
of spending another half hour or so on
the top of Canickdhuve.
Patience has its limits. Mickey's
limit comes quickly. When five more
minutes have passed, ami the two in his
charge still make no sign, he coughs re
spectfully but very loudly behind his
hand. lie waits in anxious hope for
the result of this telling maneuver, but
not the faintest notice is taken of it.
Doth Mona and (ieofl'rey me deaf to the
pathetic appeal sent straight from his
Mickey, as lie grows desperate, grows
bolder, lie rises to speech.
"Av yo plaze, miss, will ye soon be
"Very soon, Mickey," savs Mona,
without turning her bead. P.iit, though
her words are satisfactory, her tone is
not. There is a lazy ring in it that
speaks of anything but immediate ac
tion. Mickey disbelieves in it.
"Thin 1 niiiy go, missy savs Mickey.
"Oh, yes, yvu may go," tiiya ilonii.
(ieoffrey says nothing. He is looking
at her with curiosity, in which deep
love is mingled, she' is m utterly un
like all other women he has ever met,
with their pretty affectations ami mock
modesties, their would be hesitations
and their timtl yielding. She has no
idea she is doing an thing that all the
world of women might not do and can
see no reason why she should distrust
her friend just because he is a man.
Kven as (ientfi-ev is looking at her,
full of tender thought, one of the dogs,
as though divining the fact that she is
being le)t somewhat alone, lays its big
head upon her shoulder, and' looks at
her with large loving eves. Turning to
him in response, she rubs her soft .check
slowly ui) and down against his. (ieof
frey with all his heart envies the dog.
How she seems to love ill how it
Boems to love her!
"Mickey, if you are going, you may
s well take the dogs with yo'u," savs
Mona; "they will want their suppers.
(Jo, Spice; when I desire you. (iood
night, Allspice; dear darling-see, how
he clings to me."
Finally the dogs are called off, and re
luctantly follow the jubilant Mickey
down the, hill.
"Perhaps )ou are tired of staving
here." with compunction, turning to
(ieotlrcy, "and would like to go homey
I suppose every one cannot love this
sKit as I do. Ves," rising, "1 am self
ish. Do come home."
"Tired!" says tJeoJYev, hastily, "no,
indeed. Who could the of anytliing so
divine? If it is your wish, it' is mine
also, that we cliouM stay here for a lit
tle while longer." Then, ui riirk by the
intense iclief In her face, lie goes on:
'How yon do enjoy the beauties of
Nature'. Do you know I have been
studying you since you came bete, and
I could see how your whole soul was
wrapped In the glorv of the surround
ing prospect? Von had no thoughts
left for other objects-not even one for
rue. For the liist time," softly, "I
earned to be jealotm of inanimate
"Jet I was not so wholly engrossed
as you imagine. I thought of vou many
limes. h.roiiething.I felt glad that
vou rould see this place with my eyes.
Hut I have bwm silent, 1 know; aiid
Ulld " '
"How Itome. and Spain would enchant
you," watching her face intently, "and
bwlt7.prland, with its lakes and mount
ains!" Ijv hot? Vou will go there, per
hans; when yon are married."
"No," with a little dickering smile,
that has pain and sorrow in it; "for
the simple reason that I shall never
"Hut why?" persists he.
''Because-because, though I am only
fanner's niece, I cannot bear farmers
and, of course, other people would not
care for me."
"That fs absurd," says Rodney; "and
your own words refute you. That man
called Moore cared for you, and very
great impertinence it was on his part."
' Why, you never even Baw him," says
Mona, orwning her eves.
"No; but 1 can funcy him. with his
torrid bald Lead. Now, you know,"
holding up his hand to stop her as she
is aliout to speak, "you know you said
ue imiin i a nair icu on it.
"Well.hewas different," said Mona.
giving in ignominlously. "I couldn't
care for him either; but what I said is
true all the same. Other peoplo would
not like me."
"Wouldn't they?" says Rodney, lean
ing on his elbow as the argument waxes
warmer; "then all I can say is, I never
met any 'other people.' "
"Vou have met only them, I suppose,
as you belong to them."
"Do you mean to tell me that don't
care for you?" says Rodney quickly.
Mona evades a reply.
"How cohl it is!" she says, rising,
with a little shiver. "Let us' go home?'
If she had been nurtived all her life
in the fashionablo world, she could
scarcely have made a more correct
speech, (ieoffrey is puzzled, nay, more,
discomfited. Just in this wise would a
woman in his own set answer him, did
she mean to repel his advances for the
moment. He forgets that no tinge of
worldlincss lurks in Mona's nature, and
feels a certain amount of chagrin that
she should so reply to him.
"If you wish,' he says, in a courteous
tone, but one full of coldness; and so
they commence their homeward jour
ney. "I nm glad vou have been pleased to
night." wiys Mona, tdiyly, anashed by
his sudden silence. "J'hit," nervously,
"Ivillarney is even more beautiful. Vou
must go there."
"Ves, I mean to before I return to
She starts perceptibly, which is balm
to his heart.
"To Fiigland!" slip repeats, with a
most mournful attempt at unconcern.
"Will will that be soon?"
"Not very soon. Hut some time, of
course, I must go."
"I suppose so," she says, in a voice
from which all joy has flown. "And it
is only natural; you will be happier
there." SJie is looking straight before
her. There is no muver in her tone;
her lips do not tremble; yet he can see
hmv pale she has grown beneath the
"Is that what you think?" he asks,
earnestly. "Then for once you are
wrong. I have never been I shall
hardly be again happier than I have
been in Ireland."
There is a pause. Mona savs nothing,
but, taking out the (lower that has lain
upon tier liosoin all night, pulls it to
pieces petal by petal. And this is un
like Mona, because flowers are dear to
her as sunshine is to them.
At this moment they come to a high
bank, mid (ieoffrey, having helped Mona
to mount if. jumps down at the other
side, and holds out his arms to assist
her to descend. As she reaches the
ground, and while his arms are still
round her, she says, with a sudden ef
fort, ami without lifting her eves,
"There is very good snipe-shooting here
The little pathetic insinuation is as
perfect as it is touching,
"Js there? Then I shall certainly re
turn for it," savs ieoffrey, who is too
much of a gentleman to pretend to un
derstand all her words seem to imply.
"It is really no journey from this to
"I should think it a long journey,"
says Mona, shaking hr head.
"Oh. no, you won I," says Rodney,
absently. In truth, 'his mind is wan
dering to that last little speech of hers,
and is trying to unravel it.
Mona looks at him. How oddly he
has expressed himself! "Vou won't,"
he said, instead of "you wouldn't."
Does he then deem it possible she will
ever be aide to cross to that land that
calls him son? She sighs, and, looking
down at her little lean, sinewy hands,
clasps and unclasps them nervously.
"Why need you go until after Christ
mas?" she says, in a tone so low that he
can barely hear her.
"Mona! Do you want me to say?" he
asks, suddenly, taking her hands m his.
"Tell me the trutn."
"I do," returns she, tremulously.
"Hut why? why? Is it because you
love me? Oh. Mona! If it is that! At
times I have thought so, and yet again
I have feared you do not love me as as
I love you!"
"Vou love me?" repeaft she, faintly.
"With all iny heart," says Rodney,
fervently. And, indeed, if this be so,
she may well count herself in luck, be
cause, it is a very good and true heart of
which he speaks.
"Don't say anything more," says the
girl, almost passionately, drawing back
from hira as thouirh afraid of herself.
"Do not. The more you say now the
worse it will be for me by and by when
I have to think. Aud-and-it is all
"Hut why, darling? Could you not
be happy as my wife?"
"Vour wife?" repeats she, in soft,
lingering tones, and a little tender
seiaphic smile creeps into her eyes and
lies lightly on her hps. "Jiut I am not
lit to lie that, and "
"Hook here." savs Ceoffrey, with de
cision. "1 w ill have no 'huts,' and I
prefer taking my answer from your eves
than from your lips. They are kinder.
Vou aie goiii'' to marry me, you know,
and that is all about it. I shall marry
whether you like it or not, so yoii
may as well give in with a good grace.
And I'll take vou to see Home and all
the places we have been talking about,
and we shall have a real good old time.
Why don't you look up.ind speak tome.
"iiecause I have nolhinir to sav."
murmurs the girl, in a frozen tone
"nothing." 'Ihen. nassionatelv. "I will
cot be selilsh. I will not do this thing."
"Do you mean you will not marry
.me?" asks he, letting her go, and mov
ing duck u step or two, a tiown upon
ins loreiiemi -j confess I do not un
"Try, fry lo understand me," entreats
she. desperately, follow ing him and lav
ing her hand upon his arm. "It is only
this. It would not muke you happy
not afitrwfinl.i, when you could see the
diflereiK v between nie and the other
women you have known. Vou are a
gentleman; I am only a farmer's niece."
She says this bravely', thougluit is ago
ny to her proud nature to have to con
..'ll that is all," says ieoffrey, with a
light laugh, laying his hand over the
small brown one that still rests upon
his arm, "I think it need hardly sepa-
r?,U8' .) 0,1 ai indeed, different from
flll the other women I have ever met in
niy life, w hich makes me sorry for nil
the other women. Vou are dearer and
sweeter in my eyes than any one I have
ever known! Is not Hub enough? Mona,
are you sure no other reason prevents
yon from accepting me? Whv do vo
hesitate?" He has grown a little pule
n his turn, and is regarding her with
intense and jealous earnestness. Why
noes she not answer him? Whv does
she keep her eyes-those honest telltales-no
obstinately fixed upon the
51?!!. 'I'Y1'' die show no small
est sign of yielding?
sternly? m answpr" lie iy,
"1 have given it." icturua she. in a
THK DAILY CAIRO BULLETIN: SUNDAY MORNINU, .!UNK n. 1882.
low tone so low that ho has to bend to
hear it. "Do not be angry W illi me; do
not I "
'"Who excuses himself, accuses him
self.' " nuotcs Hodncy. "I want no rea
sons for vour rejection. It is enough
that I know vou do not care lor me."
"Oh. no! it is not that! you must
know it is not that, "says Mona, in deci
grief. "It is that I enunol marry you!'
"Will not, you mean!"
"Well. then. I will not." returns she
with a last effort at determination, and
the most miserable face in the world.
"Oh, if vou will not," says Mr. Rod'
"I will not," says Mona, brokenly
"Then I don't believe you !" says (ieo'f
frey, angrily. "I am positive you want
tomarrvme; and just because of some
wretched fad you have got into your
head you are determined to make us
"I have nothing in my Dead," says
"I don't think vou ciln have much,
certainly," says Air. Rodney, with the
grossest rudeness, "when you can let a
few ridiculous scruples interiere with
our happiness." Then, resentfully, "Ho
yon nine me, '
"Sav so, if you do; it willbehonester.
If you don't," threateningly, "I shall of
course think the contrary."
Still no answer.
"I think you had better come home,"
says oeoiircy, rieepiy angered with tier.
"Vou must not stay here catching
A little soft woolen shawl of plain
white has fallen to the ground, unheed
ed by her in her great distress. Lifting
it almost unwillingly, lie comes close to
her, and places it round her once again.
In so doing he discovers that tears are
running down her checks.
"Why, Mona, what is this? You are
crying! My darling girl! There, lay
your head on my shoulder, and let us
forget we have ever quarreled, It is our
first dispute; let it be our last. And,
after all," comfortably, "it is much bet
ter to have our quarrels before marriage
"Oh, if I could be quite, quite 8te vou
would never regret it!" says Mona, Wist
fully. "1 shall never regret anything, so
long as 1 have you!" says Rodney, "lie
assured of that ."
"lam so glad you are poor," says
Mona. "If you were rich, or even well
off, I should never consent never:"
"No, of muse not." says Rodney, un
blushingly; "as a rule, girls nowadays
can't endure men with money."
This is "sarkassum;" but Mona com
prehends it not.
Presently, seeing she is again smiling
and looking inexpressibly happy, for
laughter comes readily tuber lips, and
teais, as a rule, make no long stay with
her ashamed, perhaps, to disligure the
fair "windows of her soul." that are so
"darkly, deeply, beautifully blue." ' So
you will come to England with me, af
ter all?" he says, quite gavly.
"I would go to the world s end with
you," returns she, gentlv. "Ah! I think
you knew that all along."
"Well, I didn't," says Rodney. "There
were moments, indeed, when I believed
in you; but live minutes ago, when you
(lung nie over so decidedly, and refused
to have anything to do w ith me, I lost
faith in yo'u, and began to think vou a
thorough going coquette like all the
rest How I wronged you, my (un
love! I should have known that' under
no circumstances could you be unti utli
ful." At his words, a glad light springs to
life within her wonderful eyes. She is
so pleased and proud that he should so
speak to her.
"Do you know, Mona," says the young
man, sorrowfully, "you are" too good to
me a fellow who has gone racketting
all over the world. I'm not half worthy
"Aren't you?" says Mona, in her ten
der fashion, that implies so kind a
doubt. Raising one hand (the other is
imprisoned), she draws his face down to
her own. "I wouldn't have you altered
in any way," she says, "not in the small
est matter. As you are, you are so dear
to mo vou could not be dearer; and I
shall always love you, with all my heart
"My sweet angel'." savs her lover,
pressing her to his heart.' And when he
says this he is not so far from the truth;
for her tender simplicity and perfect
faith and trust bring her very near to
"Is it very late?" savs Mona, awaken
ing troin her happy dreams with a start.
"Not very," f-avs (ieoffrey. "It seems
only just now that Mickey and the dogs
left us." Together they examine his
watch by the light of the moon, and see
that it is quite ten o'clock.
"Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona.
with much compunction. "Come, let
"Well, just one moment," says Geof
frey, detaining her. "I't us finish what
we were saying. Would you rather go
to the East or to Rome?"
"To Rome," says Mona. "Rut do you
mean it? Can you afford it? Italy seems
so far away." Then, after a thoughtful
silence, "Mr Rodney "
"Who on earth are you speaking to?"
'To you!"'with surprise.
"Iain not Mr. Rodney; Jack is that.
Can't you call me anything else?"
"What else?" says Mona, shyly.
"Call me (ieoffrey."
"I always think of you as (ieoffrey,"
whispers she, with a swift, sweet, up
ward glance; "hut to say it 1b so differ
ent. Well " bravely, "I'll try. Dear,
dear, dear Geoffrey, I want to tell you
that I would be as happy with you in
Wicklow as in Rome."
"I know that," says Geoffrey, "and
the knowledge makes me more happy
than I can say. Hut to Rome you shall
go, whatever it may cost. Anil then we
shall return to England to our home.
And then little rebel that you are-you
must begin to look upon yourself as an
English subject, and accept the queen
as your gracious sovereign."
"I need no queen w hen I have got a
king," says the girl, with ready wit and
Geoffrey raises her hand to his lips,
"Vour king is also your slave," he says,
with a fond smile.
Then they move on one more and go
down the road that leads towards the
Again she has grown silent, ns though
oppressed with thought; and he too is
mute, but all his mind is crowded with
glad anticipations of what the near fu
ture Is to give him. lie has no regrets
no fears. At length, Rtruek bv her per
sistent taciturnity, he says, "What is it
Mona?" . '
"If ever you should be sorry after
wards." she says, miserably, r'uh ((,r.
men ting herself with unseen evils "if
ever I should see discontent in your
eyes, how would it lie with mo thpii?"
"Don't talk like a penny illustrated,''
says Mr. Rodney, in a very superior
tone. "If ever you do see all you seem
to anticipate, just tell yourself I am a
cur, ami despise nie iiceordinglv.
At this they both laugh lieaitilv, am
Mona returns no morn lo the larhrv
mose mood that has possessed her for
me last live miuuics.
The moon has gone behind cloud,
the road is almost wrapped in complete
gloom, when ii voice, coining from u
parcntly nowhere, stailles Lheni, and
brings them back from visions of im
possible bliss to the present very possi-
nie win in,
"Hist, Miss Mona' hist! savs thi:
voice close at Mona's ear. She starts
Oh, Paddy!" she says, as a small
(mure, unkempt, and only half clad
creeps through the hedge) and slops
MUM I III HIT 1'ilUI.
"Don't go on, miss," says the boy,
wiin niiicu exciiemeni. Don I ye. I
see ye coinin', an', no mat tor w hat they
do to me. I says to niese t. I warn her
surely. They're waitin' for the agint
below, an' maybe they might mistake
ye for some one else in the dark, an' do
ve some narm.
"Who are they waiting for?" asks
"Tor the agint, miss. Oh, if you tell
on me now they'll kill me. Maxill, ye
Know; me ioiu s hkiih,"
"Waiting for what? Is it to bhoot
him? asks the girl breathlessly.
"Ves, miss. Oh, Miss Mona, if ye
bethrav me now 'twill be all now id me.
Pegs an' intirelv. miss, they'll niurdher
me out n v Hand.
"I won't belrav vou," she savs. "Vou
may trust me. Where are they sta-
"I own below in the hollow, miss jist
behind the hawthorn bush. Go home
sonic other way, Miss .Mona; they're
bint on blood."
"And, if so. what are you doing here?"
says Mona. reprovingly.
"On'y watcliin', miss, to see what
they'll do." confesses he, shifting from
one foot to the other, and growing
palpably confuted beneath her search
"Is it murder you want to see?" asks
she. slowly, in a horrified tone. "Go
home, Paddy. Go home to your moth
er.'' Then, changing her censuring
manner to one of entreaty, she says,
Softly, "Go, because 1 ask you."
"I'm off, miss," says the miscreant,
and, true to his word! darts through the
hedge again like a shaft from a bow,
and, scurrying through tho fields, is
soon lost to sight.
"Come w ith nie," savs Mona to Rod
ney; and with an air of settled determi
nation, and a bard look on her usually
mobile lips, she moves deliberately to
wards the hawthorn-hush, that is about
a quarter of a mile distant.
".Mona, savs hodnev.diviiiinc her in
tent, "stay vou here while I tro and ex
postulate with these men. It is late,
darling, and their blood is up, and they
may noi listen to you. L,et me sneak to
"Vou do not understand them." re
turns she, sadlv. "And I do. Resides.
they will not harm me. There is no fear
of that. I am not at all afraid of them.
And must speak to them."
He knows her sufficiently well to re
frain from further eximstiilation. and
iust accompanies her silently along the
It is I Mona Scully." she calls aloud.
when she is within a hundred yards of
the hiding-place. "Tim Ryan, come
here, I want you."
It is a mere guess on her part sup
ported certainly by many tales she has
heard of this R'van of la(e, but a guess
nevertheless. It proves, however, to be
a correct one. A man, indistinct, but
unmistakable, shows himself on the ton
of the wall, and pulls his forelock
uirougn iorce oi nanii.
"What are you doing here. Tim?"
says Mona, bra vely,cahnly,"at this hour,
and with yes. do not seek to 4iide it
from me a gun! And you too, Carthy,"
peering into the darkness w here anoth
er man, less plucky than Ryan, lies con
cealed. "Ah: you may well wish to
shade your face'sinee it is evil you have
ui vour heart tins night.
"Do ve mane to inform on us?" savs
Ryan, slowly, who is a man of a villain
ous countenance, laying his band im
pulsively upon bis gun, and glancing at
her and Rodney alternately with mur
der in his eves.
" on should know better than to an-
ply the word informer' to one of my
blood," she says, coldly, speaking to
Ji.vaii without a tremor m her voice.
i know that," savs Rvan. sullenly.
"Rut w hat of him?" point fii'r to Rodney.
the riillianlv look still on his face. "The
Englishman. I inane. Is he sure? It's
a life for a life, aft her all, when every
thing is tuwld."
" 1 mi. she savs. "what have I ever
done to you that vou should seek to
make me unhappy?'
"i nave nothing to do with you. Go
your ways. It is with him I have to
settle," says the man, morosely.
"Rut have to do with him," says
At this, in spite of everything, Rod
ney laughs lightly, and, taking her
band in his draws it throuch his arm.
There is love and trust and great con
lem in nis laugn.
"Eh!" savs Rvan: while the man
whom she has called Carthy and who
ui) to this time has appeared desirous
of concealing himself from view now
presses forward and regards the two
with lingering scrutiny. '
n hy, what have vou tot o with her?"
says Ryan, addressiiicr Rodnev. a crleam
of soiuelhing that savors of amusement
showing itself even in his ill-favored
face. For an Irishman, under all cir
cumstances, dearly loves "a courting,
'Mm nun, ano a moil."
"This much," savs Rodnev. himrhmi
again; "1 amgoinirto marrv her. with
"If that be so, she'll make vou keen
f i-nm miliftin' mo iiu c,,u tl.n
'I . m.jn nil, lllilllt
"So now go; we've work in hand to
night not (it for her eyes,"
Mona shudders, and seeing further
talk is useless, slips her hand into Rod
ney's, and leads him down the road,
Rut when they have turned h corner,
and are quite out of sight and hearing!
Rodney slops short . and savs, hurriedly:
"Mona, can you manage' to get home
by some short way bv sourstdf? lie
cause I must return. I must stand by
this man they are going to murder. 1
must indeed, darling. Forgive me that
I desert yon here and at such an hour,
but I see you are safe in the country,
and five minutes w ill take vou to the
farm, and I cannot let his life be taken
without striking a blow for him."
"And did you think I was content to
let him die?" says Mona, reproachfully.
"No! There is a chance for him still
and I can lead you by a cross-path to
the liallavacky road, by which be must
come, and, if we overtake him before ho
reaches that spot, we can save his life.
Come; do not delay!" excitedly.
She turns through a broken gap into
a plowed Held, and breaks into a quick
run, rushing on like a light-footed deer,
on over high banks, across stiles Btili
on, lightly and swiftly, without faint
ness or despondency, or any other feel
ing but a passionate determination to
save a man b life.
Rodney's breath is co"in
flllli'klv. noil he w ciiiiHeioiiu nf'i'i rinuliu
to slop and pull himself together if
niiiy ioi a iiMiont oeiore oi,it:ing illlll-
Hclf fora rccind elloil, I'.ul to Mona
with her l i e' Ii Mini iiMiTcd I icul 1 li m.l
lithe and Ii, some hotly, i n 1 n'l the rich
young blood Unit s'ir "i iiu .;rtl in her
veins, exi'itcnii nt m:c:, !mt to make
her more td.i -i ie; ;,nd w Hi her mind
strung to its hi;.;lnsi pilch, and her hot
Irish blood allame, ulic i nns easily on
ward, until al h ngiii the road is reached
unit is iter goal.
Springing upon the bank that skirts
the road on one side, she raises her
hands to her head, and listens with all
her might, for the sound of wheels in Hut
distance. Hut all is si ill.
Oh. if the v should be too late! Hut
hark! Uhai is that, greets her ear?
The ring of hoisc.f feet upon the quiet
The girl clasps her hands passionate
ly, and turns her eyes on Rodney.
"Mona, it is it must be he!" says
Geoffrey, taking her hand; ami bo they
both stand, almost breathless, on the
high bank, listening intently.
Now they can hear the sound of
wheels; and presently a light tax-cart
swings round the corner, drawn by a
large, bony bay mare, and in which sits
a heavy-looking, elderly man, in a light
"Mr. Maxwell! Mr. Maxwell!" cries
Mona, as he approaches lliem; and the
heavy man thawing up, looks round at
her with keen surprise, bending bis
head a little forward, as though tho bet
ter to pierce the gloom.
"Miss Scully, is it you?" he says, at
lenglh; 'and here at. this hour?"
"Go back to Uantiy," says Mona. not
heeding Inn e ident surprise, "at once
Do not delav. There are those
wailing for you on the Tiillymoro road
who w ,11 take vour life. I li;n- run nil
thi v to Warn vou. Oh. im hiu-U
winie t i : -1
" Ves. I
..in .i . . . ' " 1
is vet time
H v . ant to Rhoot
!.. v, I. in a I, irried tone.
M' ui ( Mi. d'i not wait to
hill go. u now they
Mi. I I'ftl'll IllV lllllUISH .'il I, I
ilsk quest it
ma v have
may be conoic: hcio to nrevent vour
ever retuihiiii, '
"Hut who aie they? and where?" de
mands tin' agent, completely taken
can t II you no more; I will not;
and you i:os nevi r ask me. ft is
enough that I -;t"ak the truth, and that
I have been ;:M" to save your life."
"How can I thank yoii?" savs Max
Well, "for all '"
"Some other day you can do thai.
Now go." savs Monaimperfously, wav
ing her hand.
I .ut Max well st ill lin trers. lookini first
al her, ami then very intently at her
It is late." he savs. "Von should lie
at home, child. Who am I, that you
should do nie so great a service?" Tlien,
tiirniiirr mii.tlv tn Wii,ltiL' "I 1in-u i,,.t
! v. , v, . ' j , a in. , , i,
the tlll'M'iUm of Vmir Qinmii nt -mmi tir
he says, gravely; "but I entreat you to
uiKe .mim M'uiiv sately Lack to the
i ai iii w niioiii uciay.
1 fill IllllV fll'Iil'lill linnll THO " i k
Rodiiev, lifting Ids hat. and respecting
the elder mail's e:tif fur Hid 1 -I 1 1 , r
ol bis beloved, even in the midst of Ids
own immediate danger. Ihen. in an
other moment, Maxwell has turned his
hoi -ie's head, and is soon out of sight.
I lie w no e scene is at an end. A ire
has been saved. And they too, Mona
and Geoffrey, are once more alone be-
ii'-ioii the "earnest stars.
"Take me rinwn " s:i vm I.him uimrilv
tinning to her lover, as the last faint
1 III': ol the hoist s t'cl dies nut. on the
Vou are tind." savs he. tenderly.
A titl e, now it w nvi.r V.a T
must tuake in eat hastti iiotiiftinvil I'm.
t ie ilium will lit. iiu.im.h- !il,n:it nm if Iia
discovers my absence, though he knew
1 W IS ' iiIIil' to the I ..iv . I iiini' must
Inn i v."
S.) in Siilrnrt' l.nf liiiinl in )i:itw! tlmr
move hack throiurli tlif dewy inratis,
llll'.'l i li(f lift ( Hi ii lit i I lit ! i 1 1 t !n lit.
.... ""Hi ' T I" H' II HIT 1(1.-
tie wooden gate that leads to her home.
aiona lays her iiami on i.eoiirey s
nm. "I'rnmisfl run vou will nut 'm
back to Coolnagiirtheen to-night?" she
says, earnestly. "At the inn, down in
the village, they will give you a bed."
"lint, niv dearest,. wltvV Then, iu nf
the slightest danger now. ami -and mv
I..,. , ; ,, .. i f ,.i , i
inii.-wj i.t . Kinni nm., uiju i nnifiyi oe jmy
time getting " . i vi
I won t tiearof it " snvs Mniiri intoi-.
riipling him vehemently. "Vou would
have to go up that rwul again," with a
strong shudder. "I shall not go in-doors
until you give me your honor you will
stav in the village to-night."
Seeing the ptior child's terrible fear
and anxiety, and that she is completely
overwrought, he gives way, and lets her
have the desired promise.
"Now that is good of you," she savs,
gratefully, ami then, as he stoops "to
kiss her, she throws her arms around
his neck and bursts into tears.
"Vou are worn out. my love, my
sweetheart," says Geoffrey, very tend
( rly. speak in to her as though she is in
years the child that, in her soul, she
truly is. "Come, Mona, vou will not
cry on this night of others that has
made me yours, and you mine: If this
thought made you as happy as it makes
me, you mvhl not cry. Now lift your
head, and let me look at you. There!
you have given yourself to me, darling,
and there is a go.nl hf., I trust, before
us; so let us dwell on that, nnd forget
all minor evils. Together we can defy
"Ves, that is a thought to dry all
tears, ' she says, very sweetly, checking
her sobs and raising her face, on which
is dawning an adorable smile. Then,
sighing heavily-a sigh of utter exhaus
liou --"ion have done me good," sho
says. "I shall sleep now, and vou, mv
dearest, will be safe. Good-night, until
"How many hours there are in the
night that we never count!" savs Geof
frey, impatiently. "Good nbrhl, Mona!
To-iiioi row's dawn I shall call my dear
To be Continued.
la What Position to Sloop,
Tho man who is thoroughly fugged
nit, can sleep soundly in almost"any
position; but there iVuiidoubtedly a
choice of position, not only for thn ner
vous mid the invalid, hut for the healthy
ami the strong. Ono writer recommends
lying upon tho buck.- The objection to
this poMtion is, (hat hi cerlai'n morbid
states of tho brain I lie blood gravitates
to the hack of the head, and produces
headache and troublesome dreams. An
other writer strongly recommends lyinrr
prone upon the front of the hotly, anH
gives his reasons for choosing that posi
tion. Hut the weight of medical nut hor
ity, common sense, and a knowledge of
anatomy teach, that lo lie upon the right
side is the best, for in this position the
food gravitates more easily out of the
stomach into the intestines, mid the
weight of the liver, a pretty largo and
henvy organ, does not rest upon other
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