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The Irish Bride of an Englishman.
A STORY Or THESE TIMES.
Tint on this Picture, the beauty of
which is undeniable, Mickey (the bar
barian) looks with disfavor.
"If he's eoin' to Bquat there for the
night" im 1 see ivery prospect of it,"
Bays Mickey to himself "what on
airtli's goiu' to become of ine?"
Now Mickey's idea of "raal Rrand"
ecnery is the kitchen fire. Hays and
rocks and moonlight, and such like com
fortless stuff, would be designated by
Mm as "all my eye an' Hetty Martin."
He would consider the bluest water
that ever rolled a poor thing if compared
to the water that boiled in the big ket
tle, and sadly inferior to such cold wa
ter as might contain a "dhrop of the
craythur." So no wonder he views with
dismay Mr. Rodney's evident intention
of spending another half hour or so on
the top of (.'arrickdhuve.
Patience lias its limits. Mickey's
limit comes quickly. When five more
minutes have passed, and 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.
llotli Mona and (ieoflrey are deaf to the
pathetic appeal sent straight from his
Mickey, as he grows desperate, grows
bolder. 'He rises to speech.
"Av ye plaze, miss, will ye soon be
"Very soon, Mickey," says Mona,
without I inning herheiid. I tut, though
her words ere satisfactory, her tone is
not. There is a lay ring in it that
speaks of anything but immediate ac
tion. Mickey disbelieves in it.
"Thin I may go. miss?'' says Mickey.
"Oh, yes, you may go," bays Mona.
(Jeoffrey says nothing. He is looking
at her with curiosity, in which deep
love is mingled. She" is so utterly un
like all other women he has ever met,
with their pretty affectations and mock
modesties, their would-be hesitations
and their linal yielding. She has no
idea she is doing anything that all the
world of women might not do. and can
see no reason why she nhoiild distrust
her friend just because he is a man.
Kven as (ieotlrey is looking at her,
full of tender thought, one of the dogs,
as though divining the fact that she is
being left somewhat alone, lays its big
head upon lu r shoulder, and looks at
her with large loving eyes. Turning to
him in response, she nibs her soft cheek
slowly up and down against his. (Jeof
frey with all his heart envies the dog.
How she seems to love it! how it
aeems to love her!
"Mickey, if you are going, you may
as well take the dogs with yon," says
Mona; "they will want their uppers.
(Jo, Spice, when I desire you. Good
night, Allspice; dear darling boo how
he clings to me."
Finally the dogs are called off, and re
luctantly follow the jubilant Mickey
down the hill.
"Perhaps you are tired of staying
here," with compunction, turning to
Jeofl'rey, "and would like to go home?
I suppose everv one cannot love this
spot as I do. Vcs," rising, "I am self
ish. Do come home."
"Tired!" says (Jeoffrey, hastily, "no,
indeed. Who could tire of anything so
divineV If it is your wish. It is mine
also, that we should h'.iv here for a lit
tle while longer." Then, struck by the
intense relief in her face, he gxs on;
"How you do enjoy the beauties of
Nature! Do you know 1 have been
studying you since you came here, and
1 could see how your whole soul was
wrapped in the glory of the surround
ing prospect? you had no thoughts
left for other objects not even one for
me. Tor the Hist time," softly, "I
learned to be jealous of inanimate
" el I was not so wholly engrossed
as you imagine. I thought of you many
times. For one thing,! felt glad that
you could see this place with my eves.
Hut I have boeu silent, 1 know; aiid
"How Homo and Spain would enchant
you," watching her fare intently, "and
Switzerland, with its lakes and mount
ains!" " Yes. Hut I shall never see them."
"Why not? You will go there, per
iapt when you are married."
"No," with a little dickering Rmile,
that has pain and sorrow in it; "for
the Biirmle reason that I shall never
"But why?" persists he.
"Ikcause-becausc, though I am only
ft farmer's niece, I rannot hear farmers
and, of course, other people would not
care for me."
"That is absurd," says Ttodney; "and
your own words refute you. That man
called Moore cared for you, and very
, great impertinence it was on his part."
" uy, yu Dever even saw mm," nayB
Mona. opening her eyes.
"No; but I can fancy him, with his
borrid bald bead. Now, you know,"
I (TWINS TO HXO DOWN
f A , -yiARL BAKING P0W0CRJ
f P I IjiTAmouNnTomac
holding up his hand to ntop her as she
is about to speak, "you know you said
he hadn't a hair left on it."
"Well, he was different," Baid Mona,
giving in ignomlniously. "I couldn't
care for him either; hut what I Baid is
true all the same. Other people would
not like ine."
"Wouldn't they?" says Rodney, lean
ing on his elbow as the argument waxes
wanner; "then all I can say is, I never
met any 'other people.'"
"You have met only them, I suppose,
as you belong to them."
"Do you mean to tell mo that don't
care for you?" says Rodney quickly.
Mona evades a reply.
"How cold it is!" she says, rising,
with a little shiver, "lt us go home."
If she had been niuli ed all her life
in the fashionable woild, she could
scarcely have made a more correct
speech, (ieoffrev is puzzled, nay, more,
discomfited. Justin this wise would a
woman in his own set answer him, did
she mean to repel his advances for the
moment, lie forgets that no tinge of
worldliness lurks in Mona's nature, and
feelsa certain amount of chagrin that
she should so reply to him.
"If you wish, lie says, in a courteous
tone, but one full of coldness; and so
they commence their homeward jour
ney. "I nm glad vo.u have been pleased to
night," savs Mona, shvly, abashed by
his sudden silence. "Hut," nervously,
"Killarney is even more beautiful. You
must go there."
"Yes, I mean to before I return to
She starts perceptibly, which is balm
to his heart.
"To Fniiland!" she repeats, with a
most mournful attempt at unconcern.
"Will-will that be soon?"
"Not very soon. Hut some time, of
course, I must go."
"1 suppose so," she says, in a voice
from which all joy has down. "And it
is only natural; you will bo happier
there." She is looking straight before
her. There is no quiver in her tone;
her lips do not tremble; yet he can see
how 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 says nothing,
but, taking out the flower that has lam
upon her bosom all night, pulls it to
pieces petal by petal. And ihi3 is un
like Mona, because flowers are dear to
her as sunshine is to them.
At this moment they come to a high
bank, and (Jeofl'rey, having helped Mona
to mount it, jumps down at the other
side, and holds out his arms to assist
her to descend. As she reaches the
ground, and while his arras are still
round her, she says, with a sudden ef
fort, and without lifting her eyes,
"There is very good snipe-shooting here
The little pathetic insinuation is as
perfect as it is touching.
"Is there? Then I shall certainly re
turn for it," savs (Jeoffrey, 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 her head.
"Oh, no, you won't," says Rodney,
absently. In truth, his mind is wan
dering lo that last little speech of hers,
and is trying to unravel it.
Mona looks at him. How oddly be
has expressed himself! "Yon won't,"
he said, instead of "you wouldn't."
Does he then deera it possible she will
ever lie able to cross to that land that
calls him son? She sighs, and, looking
down at lier 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, Ming her hands in his.
"Tell me the truin."
"I do," returns she, tremulously.
"Hut why? why? Is it because you
love me? Oh, Monal If it is that! At
times I have thought so, and yet again
1 have feared you do not love me as as
I love you!"
"You love me?" repeats she, faintly.
"With all my 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 him as though afraid of herself.
"Do not. The mure you say now the
worse it will be for me by and by when
I have to think. And and it is all
"Hut why, darling? Could you not
be happy as my wife?"
"Your wife?" repeats she, in soft,
lingering Umes, and a little tender
seraphic smile creeps into her eyes and
lies lightly on her hps. "Hut I am not
lit to be that, and "
"Look here," says (Jeoffrey, with de
cision. "I will have no 'buts,' and I
prefer taking my answer from your eves
than J mm your lips, mey are tinner.
Y'ou are going to marry me, you know,
and that is all about it. 1 shall marry
;oi, whether you like it or not, so you
"may as well give in with a good grace.
And I'll take you to see Rome and all
the places w e have been talking about,
and we shall Have a real goon old time
n hy don t you look up.iiid speak tome,
Because I have nothing to say
murmurs the girl, in a frozen tone
' 'I'l.nn ..,.;. .!.. Ill ...Ol
lltiimiK urn, I'rtnnuillfltvijr, A will
noi ne seillsii. l w in not uo tins tiling
"Do you mean you will not marry
oie?" asks he, letting her go, ami mov
ing back a step or two, a frown upon
his forehead. "I confess I do not un
"Try, fry to understand me," entreats
she. desperately, follow ing him and lav
ing her hand upon his arm. "It is only
this. It would not make von haimv
not aftrnmnU, when you could see the
difference between me and the other
women you have known. You are
gentleman; I am only a farmer's niece
She says this bravely, though it is ago
ny to her proud natitie to have to con
"If that is all." savs (Jeoffrey, with a
light laugh, laying his band over the
small brown one that still rests upon
his arm, "I think it need hardly sepa
rate us. Y'ou are, indeed, different from
all the other women I have ever met in
my life, which makeR me sorry for all
the other women. You are dearer and
sweeter in my eyes than any one I have
ever Known! is not ttns enough? Mona
are you sure no other reason prevent!
you from accepting me? Why do yon
hesitate?" lie has grown a little pale
in his turn, and is regarding her with
intense and jealous earnestness. AV'hy
does she not answer him? Why does
she keep her eyes those honest tell
tales-so obstinately fixed upon the
groinm ( hy does she show no small
est sign or yielding?
iive me my answer," he savs
"I have given It," returns she, iu a
DAILY CAIRO BULLETIN: SUNDAY MOKNINO. JUNE 11, 1882.
low tone so low that ho has to bend to
hear it. "Do not be angry with me; do
" 'Who excuses himself, accuses him
self,' " quotes Rodney. "I want no rea
sons for your rejection. It is enough
that I know you do not care for me."
"Oh, no! it is not that! you must
know it is not that," Bays Mona, in deep
grief. "It is that I rontnit 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 you will not," says Mr. Rod
"I will -not," says Mona, brokenly.
"Then 1 don't believe you!" says Geof
frey, angrily. "I am positive you want
to marry me; and just because of some
wretched fad you have got into your
head you are determined to make us
"I have nothing in my head," says
"1 don't think you can have much,
certainly," says Mr. Rodney, with tho
grossest rudeness, "when you can let a
Few ridiculous scruples interfere with
our happiness." Then, resentfully, "Do
you hate nm?"
"Say so, if you do; it will be honest er.
If yoii don't,'1 threateningly, "I shall of
course think the contrary."
Still no answer.
"I think you had better come home,"
says (Jeoffrey, deeply angered with her.
"You 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, he comes close to
her, and places it round her once again.
In so doing he discovers that tears are
running down her cheeks.
"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 lo our last. And,
after all," comfortably, "it is much bet
ter to have our quarrels before marriage
"Oh, if I could be quite, 711fe sure you
would never regret it!" says Mona, wist
fully. "I shall never regret anything, so
long as 1 have you!" says Rodney. "He
assured of that."
"I am so glad you are poor," says
Mona. "If you were rich, or even well
off, I should'never consent never!"
"No, of couse 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 to her lips, and
tears, as a rule, make no long stay with
her ashamed, perhaps, to disfigure the
fair "w indow s of her soul," that are so
"diflklv, deeply, beautifully blue." "So
yon will come 'to England with me, af
ter all?" he says, quite gayly.
"I would go to the world's end with
you." returns she, gently. "Ah! I think
you knew that all along."
"Well, I didn't," says Rodney. "There
were moments, indeed, when I believed
in von; but live minutes ago, when you
llu'ng me over so decidedly, and refused
lo have anything to do with me, I lost
faith in you. and begun to think you a
thorough going coquette like all the
rest J low I wronger yon. my a-tr
love! I should have known that under
no circumstances could you be untruth
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, Borrow-fully, "you are too good to
me a fellow who has gone racketting
all over the world. I'm not halt 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 lace down ro
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 me vou could not be dearer; and I
shall always love you, with all my heart
"Mv sweet ancrc " 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 from her happy dreams with a start.
"Not very," says (Jeoffrey. "It seem
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 flcof-
frey, detaining her. "I-el us finish what
we were saying. Would you rather go
to the East or to Rome?"
'To Rome." savs Mona. "Rut do you
mean it? Can you afford it? Italy seems
so far away." Then, after a thoughtful
Bilence, "Mr Rodney "
"Who on earth are you speaking to?'
f'To vou!" with surprise.
"I am not Mr. Rodney; Jack Is that
Can't you call me anything else?"
"What else?" says Mona, shyly.
"Call me (Jeoffrey."
"I always think of you as (Jeoffrey,"
whispers she, witn a swill, sweet, up
ward glance; "but to say it is so differ
ent. Well." bravely. "I'll try. Dear,
dear, rtWir (Jeoffrey, f want to tell you
that I would be as happy with you in
Wicklow as in Rome."
"I know that," says Geoffrey, "and
tne knowledge manes 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
(Jeoffrey raises her hand to his lips
"Your king is also your slave," he says
with a fondsmile.
Then they move on onoe more and
down the road that leads towards
A train she has grown silent, n limned
oppressed with thought; and he too is
mute, nut an his mind is crowded with
glad anticipations or what the near fu
lure Ih to give him. He has no regrets
no fears. At length, struck hv her ner
sistent taciturnity, lie says, "What is it
"If ever you should be sorry after
wanis," sue says, miserably, still tor
inenting berselt with unseen evils "if
ever I 'should see discontent in your
eyes, how would it be with mo then'?"
"Don't talk like a penny Illustrated "
savs Mr. Rodney, in a very superior
tone. "If ever you do bee allyoubecm
to anticipate, just tell yourself I am a
cur, and despise me accordingly."
At this they hoth laugh heartily, rind
Mona returns no more lo tho lachry
mose mood that has possessed her for
the last live minutes.
The moon has gone behind a cloud,
the road is almost wrapped in complete
gloom, when a voice, coining from ap
parently nowhere, startles them, and
brings tl.cin back from visions of im
possible bliss to the present very possi
"Hist, Miss Mona! hist! says this
voice close at Mona's ear. She starts
-oh. l'addv!" she says, as a small
figure, unkempt, and only half clad,
creeps through the hedge and stops
blunt in her path.
"Don't go on, miss," savs the boy,
with niuch excitement. "Don't ye. I
see e coiniu', an', no matter what they
do to inc. I savs to nieself. I'll warn her
surelv. They're waitin' for the agint
'below, an' maybe they might mistake
ye for some one else in the dark, an' do
ye some harm."
"Who are they waiting for?" asks
"For the agint, miss. Oh, if you tell
on me now they'll kill me. Maxill, ye
know; me lord's agint."
Waiting for what? Is it to shoot
him?" asks the girl breathlessly.
"Yes, miss. Oh, Miss Mona, if ye
bcthruy me now 'tw ill be all up wid me.
Pegs ah' intirelv, miss, they'll murdher
me out uv hand."
"I won't betray you," she says. "You
mav trust me. Where are they sta
tioned?" "Down below in the hollow, miss jist
behind the hawthorn bush. (Jo home
some other way, Miss Mona; they're
bint on blood."
"And. if so.what are you doing here?"
savs Mona, reprovingly.
"On'y walchin'. miss, to see what
they'll do," confesses he, shifting from
one foot to the other, and growing
palpably confused beneath her search
"Is it murder you want to see?" asks
she. slowly, in a horrified tone. "Go
home, Paddy. (Jo home to your moth
er." Then, changing her censuring
manner to one of entreaty, she says,
softly, "(Jo, because 1 ask you."
"I'm off, miss." says the miscreant,
and, true to his word." darts through tho
hedge again like a shaft from a bow,
and. scurrying through tho fields, is
soon lost to sight.
"Come with me," says Mona to Rod
ney; and with an air of settled determi
nation, and a hard look on her usually
mobile lips, she moves deliberately to
wards the hawthorn-bush, that is about
a quarter ot a mile distant.
"Mona," says Rodney, divining her in
tent, "stay you here while I go and ex
postulate with these men. It is late,
darling, and their blood is up, and they
may not listen to you. Let me speak to
"You do not understand them," re
turns she. sadly. "And I do. Resides.
they will not harm me. There is no fear
of that. 1 am not at all afraid of them.
And I must speak to them."
He knows her sufficiently well to re
frain from further expostiilation. and
just accompanies her silently along the
."It is I Mona Scully," she calls aloud.
when she is within a hundred yards of
the huling-place. "Urn Ryan, come
here; I want you."
n is a mere kiicss on ner pari sup
ported certainly by many tales she has
icard of tins uvan ot late, but a guess
nevertheless. It proves, however, to be
a correct one. A man. indistinct, but
unmistakable, shows himself on the top
of the wall, and pulls his forelock
throuirh force ot habit.
"What are vou doing here, Jim?'
savs Mona, bravely ,caluilv,"al this hour,
and with yes, do not seek to hide it
from me a gun! And you too, farthy,
peering into the darkness where anoth-
r man, less piucny man man, lies con
ealed. "Ah! Vou mav well wish to
shade your face, since it is evil you have
in your heart this night.''
Do ve mane to inlorm on us?' says
Ryan, slowly, who is a man of a villain
ous countenance, laving his hand im
jiulsivelv upon his gun, and glancing at
her and Rodney alternately with mur
der in his eyes.
" i on should know better than to ap
ply the word iiiloimer lo one oi my
blood," she savs. coldly, speaking to
I! van w itli'iut a tremor iu her voice,
I know that, savs Ran, sullenly.
"I hit what of him?" point ing to Rodney,
the ruliianly look still on his face. "The
Englishman, 1 mane. Is ho sure? It s
a life for a life, aftlier all, when every
thing is towld."
liin" she says, "what have I ever
done to you thai vou should seek to
make me unhappy? '
..ft . . i V . i . t . I r -
i nave noi mug to (lowitii you. no
your ways. It is with hint I have to
soule,' says the man, morosely.
"Hut have to do with him," says
At this, in spile of everything, Rod
ney laughs lightly, and, taking her
hand iu his draws it through his arm.
There is love and trust and great con
tent in his laugh.
"Eh!" says Ryan; while the man
whom she lias called Carthy and who
up to this time has appealed desirous
of concealing himself from view now
presses forward and regards the two
with lingering scrutiny.
"Why, what have yoii to do with her?"
says Ryan, addressing Rodney, a gleam
of something that savors of amusement
showing itself even in his ill-favored
face. For an Irishman, under all cir
cumstances, dearly loves "a courting,
a hm unit, and a broil."
"This much," says Rodney, laughing
again; "1 am going to marry her, with
"If that be so, she'll make vou keep
from splittin' on us," says the man.
"So now go; we'vo work in hand to
night not lit lor her eyes."
Mona shudders, and seeing further
talk is useless, slips her hand into Rod
ney's, and leads linn down the road.
Hut when they have turned a corner,
and ure quite out of Hlght and hearing,
Rodney stops short, and savs.hurriedlv:
"Mona, i an you manage to get home
by some shoit way bv yourself? He
( ause I must return. 1 must stand bv
this man they are going to murder. I
must indeed, darliinr. Fourive me that
I desert you here and at such an hour,
but'I see you are safe in the country,
nnd live minutes will take vou to the
farm, and I cannot let his life be taken
without striking a blow lor him.''
"And did you think I was content, to
let him die.'" savs Mona. reproachfully
"No! There is a chance for him still,
and I can lead vou bv a cross-nath to
the llallavacky road, by which he must
come, and, if we overtake him before ho
reaches that spot , we can save his life.
Come; uo noutelavr excitedly.
She turns throutrh a broken (ran into
a plowed field, and breaks into a quick
nfi nmlilmvmi I i lr a n liirlif-fnof .il ilntii
i Ull, M". ... ll lillU U , 1,11,'-t'V'k, . I I t
on over high banks, across Btiles still
on, lightly ami swittiy, without faint
ness or despondency, or any other feel
Ing but a passionate determination to
save uiiin b on-.
Rodney's breath is co""'""
quickly, and he Is conscious of a desire
to slop and pull himself together if
only for a ni'iiute before ln.tcing him
self for a jec nd effort. Put lo Mona.
with her tie, h and perfect health, and
lithe and In some body, cud n!I tho rich
young blood llml sui ' s iip' ..rd iu her
veins, excitement m . vec. b it to make
lief more, ela.lic; ;nid with her mind
strung to its b icliest pdih.and her hot
Irish blood alhniie, she runs easily on
ward, until at length the road is reached
that is her goal.
Springing upon the bank that skirts
the road on one side, she raises her
hands to her head, and listens w ith all
her might for the sound of w heels in the
distance. Hut all is still.
Oh. if they should be too late! Hut
hark! What is that greets her ear?
The ring of horses' feet upon the quiet
The girl clasps her hands passionate
ly, and turns her eyes on Rodney.
"Mona, it is it must he he!" says
Geoffrey, taking her hand; and so they
both stand, almost breathless, on the
high bank, listening intently.
Now they can hear the sound of
w heels; and presently a light tax-cart
swings round the corner, drawn by a
large, bony bay mare, and in w hich sits
a heavy-looking, elderly man, in a light
"Mr. Maxwell! Mr. Maxwell!" cries
Mona, us lie approaches them; and the
hea y man drawing up, looks round at
her with keen surprise, bending his
head a little forward, as though tho bet
ter to pierce the gloom.
"Miss Scully, is it you?" ho says, at
length: "and here at this hour?"
"Go li n k to Rant ry," says Mona. not
heeding his evident surprise, "at once
mm: Id) pot delay. There are thosj
waiting for you on the Tullyniore road
w ho v ill take your life. I have run all
thi i ..' . .to warn you. Oh, go back,
whde lii"i is yet tiine!"
"Do you :!.': t '.'.: ant to shoot
' savs M i
Yes,' I 1 i,,,-,
'.".!. o, a h Tried tone.
. ( Hi. do not wait to
ut go. Iv.cn now they
.. t: d my pui -pose, anil
lu re u prevent jour
may have -n
may he conun
thev? and w here?" do-
"I can till
ami vou ii;
iijvnt, completely taken
ou no more; I will not:
,-l nevir ask me. It is
I v-ak ti e truth, and that
able to sae your life."
I thank Vou?'' savs Max-
well, "for all "
"Some other day you can do that.
Now go." savs Moiiainipi riously, wav
iii2 her hand.
Put Maxwell still lingers, looking first
af her, and then very intently at her
"It is late," he savs. "You should be
at borne, child. Who am I, that you
should do me so great a service?" Tlien,
turning quietly to Rodney, "I have not
the pleasure of your acquaintance, sir,"
he says, gravely; "but I entreat you to
take Miss Scully safely back to the
Farm without delay."
"You may depend upon me," sas
Roilucv, lifting his hat. and respecting
the elder man's care for the well-being
of bis beloved, even in the midst of his
own immediate danger. Then, in an
other moment. Maxwell has turned his
Inn -te's head, and is soon out of sight
The whole scene is at an end. A life
has been saved. And they too, Mona
and (Jeoffrey, are once more alone he-
nci'th the "earnest stars
"Take me down," says Mona. wearily,
turning to her lover, as the last faint
riu : of the horses' feet dies out on the
"You are tired." savs he. tenderly
"A little, now it is all over. Yet I
must make gieat haste homeward. Pn
cle Rrian will be uneasy about me if he
discovers my absence, though be knew
I w us going to the Hay. Come, we must
So in silence, but hand in hand, they
move back through the dewy meads,
meeting no one until they reach the Ut
ile wooden gate that leads to her home
Mona lays her hand on Geoffrey's
arm. "Promise me you will not go
back to Coolnagurtheen to-night?" she
says, earnestly. "At the inn, down in
the village, they will give you a bed."
"Hut, my dearest, why? There is not
1 1 1 o alirrlitncf t - it irtjv imu- fi ri I i 1 1 1 m if
1111 r I I , 1 1 1 1. ii v ViiHiV i II' ' ''j Itll'l iuci iu?
horse is a good one, and I shan't be any
time netting "
"1 wont hear or it!"srrys Mona, inter
rupting him vehemently. "You would
have to go up that road again," with
strong shudder. "I shall not go in-doors
until you give me your honor you will
stay in the village to-nimit."
Seeing the poor child s terrible tear
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, and then, as ho stoops to
kiss her, she throws her arms around
his neck and bursts into tears.
ion are worn out, my love, my
sweetheart." savs Geofliev. very tend.
erly, speaking to her as though she is in
years the child thatjn her soul, she
truly is. "Come, Mona, you will not
cry on mis night ot others ttiat has
made me yours, and you mine! If this
thought made you as happy as it makes
me, you ronld not cry. Now lift your
head, and let mo look at you. There!
you have given yourself to me, darling,
and there is a good life, I trust, before
us; so let us dwell on that, and forget
all minor evils. Together we can defy
"Yes, that is a thought to dry all
tears," she says, very sweetly, checking
her nobs and raising her face, on which
is dawning an adorable smile. Then,
sighing heavily a sigh of utter exhaus
tion "Yon have done me good," sho
says. "I shall sleep now, and you, my
dearest, will be sale. Good-night, until
"How many hours there aro in the
night that we never count!" says Geof
frey, impatiently. "Good-night, Mona!
To-morrow's dawn I shall call my dear
2b be Continued.
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Tho man who is thoroughly fagged
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