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owming Star eand Catuoeic Messont r
rEW OLWhUAJ, SUNDAT, AUGUST 95. 1176.
CASTLE DALY:
TeM
Story of an Irish Home Thirty Years Ago
iCoastiaed.)
On her way down to dinner, Bride Thornley
termed into the pretty boudoir opening from
Mrs. Daly's bedroom to see that everything
wee comfortably arranged for the evening meal
Ellen and her mother were to share there.
Presperity agreed with Bride Thornley's looks
-that is to say, the net gorure and small feat
ued, colorless, intelleotal face that had
looked insignifieant when she was clad in the
suasty drab garments shbe had affeoted when
left o her ow devices, bad n air of refinement,
sad-Teve of distinction, when set of by the
tick dark silks and jodiclonsly chosen ribbons
aad laess that Lesbas's taste imposed. Neither
were the other outside appliances of wealth so
imeapable of giving Miss Thornley pleasure as
she was apt to imagine, when she looked back
Iovlngly on her days of struggle. As she sat,
ldee-asealf of her geests'oomfort, she glanced
eeand with evident satisfaction on the pleas
aatroom; the safa drawn in front of a cosy
wood res; the dainty tea-service, whose bright
silver and delicately colored china reflooted
the glow of the flames; the softly falling caur
talas and rich carpets that made a pretty
baekgroend to the two figures seated by the
re. She eartainly enjoyed making her guests
waeoms to so much comfort, and was pleased
to And herself the moving-spring of a well
eul ted household.
noticed the expression of complacency
that erossed her face, as she lingered a minute
or two by the door, making hospitable sagges
tions to Mrs. Daly; and when they were alone,
she turned to her mother with an impatient
sigh that bad muooh wonder aend a spice of con
temlp in it.
"bh I" she exoclaimed, "this is all new to Mies
Thrnley ; she can admire the house as it is
new, and fancy that the finery does not spoil
She is a very clever woman," Mrs. Daly an
swered, echoing Ellen's sigh; 'if I had been as
clever - ."
"Oh, mamma! don't -don't wish you bhad
taned the dear old Castle into a cockney pars
dias while he was in it. How he would have
hated the stif prim life, and all the little
fads and formalities they make euoch a parade
over."
"You are prejudiced, Ellen. The quiet and
order are delightful to me; and I cannot help
feeling more comfortable here now, changed
as everything is, and sad as I must be, than I
used to feel in the old days of waste and con
fusion. This is what I was acoustomed to in
my yout,; and when one is growing old, it is
to the habits of one's childhood one turns back
with pleasure. I lie here with my eyes sbnt,
liatening to the stillness, or to the regular sub
dued household sounds, t ill I forget the aotual
circumetstances under which I am here, and
fanoy myself either a child at home again, in
my dear mother's time, or that this ie Pelham's
hocs as I used in thought ti regulate and ar
range it for him when be was a baby, and I
hadhim first in this very room. I don't be.
lieve that I have once since I came quite taken
in the thought that I am here as the guest of
John and Bride Thorniey, the children of that
couain who used to be spoken of at Pelham
Court as the least reputable connection of our
"Mamma, did you know these very Thorn
ley's in old timeset I wish you would tell me
all yon remember ever to have heard about
them."
"Their father had an old-fashioned manor
house about twenty miles from Pelham Court.
He was a very dissipated man, well-known as
a bore raeer and gambler. My father and
mother disliked him greatly, and we did not
visit at his house; but we were all very sorry
for his wife, a gentle, lady like person, who
lived a very sohtary life esht up with her
children, and seldom going anywhere. Once a
year oreo she would come, bringing one of her
little ones with her, to spend a say at Pel
bhe Court. It was evidently an effort for her
to come into society, so neglected and unhappy
had she become; but she made it for the sake
of keeplng up her connection with us, and the
position in the county which was hers by right
of birth. I quite well remember her dejected,
worn face, like Bride's, but handsomer, and
not so acute. The last time I saw her was
when I stayed at Pelham Court, two years after
my marriage; she came alone that day; but
I remember her telling me, with tears in her
eyes, an anecdote of her son John's devotion to
her. It made an impreeslon on me, for Pelham
was sitting on my knee at the time, a little
child of a year old, and I thought it was such
love as that I should like to grow up between
him and me."
"Can you remember it " asked Ellen, with
ea rir arloslty.
'The ciroumstances are confused in my
memory now; but I think the story was that
the father had taken the obhild, without the
mother's knowledge, to some place she dislik
edhise visiting, and intended keeping him there
through the night, leaving her in ignoranoe
where he was; and that the boy esoaped from
the window of the room where he had been
pat to bed, and ran back through a dark win
ters' night a long distance home, to save her, as
abe said, some hours of agony. Poor woman I
she 4led worn out with it at last."
"Then they must have seffered a great deal,
that elder brother and sister. That is how they
eame to have such quiet, watchful, resolute
faese. I am glad you have told me this story,
Mamma, it makes me understand them better.
What was their old home like 1"
"An old-fashioned ivy-grown place, with a
moat rounn it. I rode past it with your father
the day before I was married, and I remember
being esurprised that it did not strike him aeso
forlorn looking and out of replar as It ougbht
It. I had act seen Castle Daly then. Your
Unole Charles bought the place some years
after, when Mr. Thornley had to sell every
tbhing. Hie has improved the house, I believe,
and means it for Marmaduke when he marries.
It is strange, indeed, the odd turns of fortune
and unexpected complications that time bringe
with it "
"Very strange," said Ellen, a little faltering.
ly, for shbe knew that her mother's thoughte
were contsmplating the possibility of time
bringing the strange tutrn of fortone's wheel
that would place her in the Thornleyr's old
home as irts mistroes, while they were rolinq
in here. fbe hastened to start another sub.
ject.
"Uncle Charles bought their old manor
Ibolase, then. Did he lose sight of his cocusis I
whena they were turned out of it Did not he
do nythloig for them in their worst time I"
"it would have been useles to try to help
them while their father lived, To have given
or lent money to the elder Thoruley would
have been like pouring water into a sieve; and
nethlog weald indouce either Mrs. Thornley or
the bchildren to separate their fortune from his
during his lIfe. They had offers of help from
her relations and hble on condition of giving
him up, but they were determineod to hold to
gether. By the time the fatherdied there was
not much to he done for them. Bride and
John had worked their way up, and were dolog
well for themselves. It was more on our be
half than on hi. that Uncle Oharles persnaded
John Thornley to come here as your father's
sgent."
"They look like people who would always
bold together, and stand by every person or
thing that had a olaim on tbem or thait fhy
had over taken p--teadfast- think even I
osbla would be th if she were ones Axed." I
"lUMathik sot Mis. Daly asked, medlit
tvely ; sad te, after the umuasal erset of
eonvsrestion a loneiobse followed. They
had resebed the horde of a topic that neitber
oared to enter upon, and that tempted esob to
drift t lonto reverie.
When tea was over, Mrs. Daly lay beak on
the sofa with her eyes shot, listenelg, as she
said, to the stilles; and oceasionally, when a
door was opened below, eatching the distant
sound of Pelham % and Lesbie's voioes in a doet
to which Bride was playing the aecomlpan
moat oa the pleao toin the drawing-room. Ellen
sat on a etool looking into the `lowing wood
embers, and seelng there a vision of an old
manorboase, whose low-ceilinged, panelled
roomD as bey opened out before her, were o0
espied by  o o nogreooes soeselon of owners
--YMsmadkeand herself, Pelham and Lesbia,
John and Bride. It rose up before her fanse
as a rival home to Castle Daly, invested wit
a fatal power of attraction that was destined
t3 draw all the prosperity and babiteblenes
from one family abode to the other,-anso
Aaron's serpentcfa home, swallowing up other
homes in revenge for having been left desolate
so long. "They must love best the piee where
they were born," she said to herself ; "and Un
ale Charles would welcome them asok there
now they are prosperoes Why don't they got"
And with the question a heavier sense of obli
gation than she bad acknowledged before fell
open her and saddened her.
The evening was nearly over when, on Mrs.
Daly's retiring to rest, she ran down stairs to
spend the last half-hour before the prayer
time in the drawing-room. Everyone came
forward to reprosoh hatr for having been ab
sent so long on John's and Bride's last even
lag ; but Ellen thought they all looked an if
they had enjoyed themselves in her absence.
Pelham apparently had not been faroucke;
for he and Lesbl were standing together by
the piano ohatting in the panes of their songs,
and there was a little flash on Lesbia's face,
and the soft light in her brown eyes that be
came them best. Bride, with her fingers on
the keys, plsying meohanioally what she was
told to play and dreaming between whiles,
was thinking that she should have John all
to herself to-morrow. John, under cover of
the music, had been indulging himself in a
thoughtfol revisal of the essay on Young Ire
land poetry, that was to go with him to Lon
don the next day, reolining comfortably in his
arm-obhair meanwhile, aend only jotting down
a memorandum for a note or alternog the form
of a sentence with his pencil, and now and
then murmuring over a phrase half aloud to
see if the sound satisfied is ear as well as the
sense his judgment. He was well pleased as
he reald. and secretly thongt.t that here was a
piece of work welldone-there was thought
and surely here and there pathos too, and
sentences of keen sarcasm that in their word
ing more nearly realized his standard of ex
pression than anything he had written before.
He looked up at the bookshelf over his head,
and nodded smilingly towards the copy of
Elia's essays whhlo had been his first par
chase when he and Bride found themselves in
a condition to begin to build up a library; and
he said to hiself that his past hours of devo
tional admiration of that master of delicate
irony had not been quite thrown away, but
might yet produce fruit that would prove the
disciple not so far behind his model but that
their kinlhip might be recognized. When
Ellen came near, John resigned his chair and
pencil into her hands, and begged her to read
the essay and mark any passage she did not
approve. Then he walked away to the other
end of the room, and scalled Pelham to come
and look over some papers with him, and dis
cues matters of business that had to be attond
ed to while he was away. Pelham grew per
plexed, and alter a time, somewhat annoyed.
when he discovered that though Mr. Thornley
folded and unfolded letters and talked fast, he
was not by any means giving his whole atten
tion to the questions they were considering,
and that he invariably paunsed in the middle
of a sentence if Ellen turned over a leaf of the
MS. she held while he was speaking. When
Pelham answered, his eyes became fixed on
the pencil between Ellen's fingers, and he was
clearly far more oocupied in counting the
number of marks she made on the edge of the
page she was reading than in listening to what
was said. There was nearly as mooh of the
author's anxiety fir appreciation as of the
lover's in the absorption with which John
wat3bed Ellen's progrees through his, pages.
le was not foolish enough to suppose that he
could win her heart by any display of literary
skill, but he thought there were ontworks of
admiration to be stormed that way; and he
counted on having earned her gratitude by
the ample justice he had rendered to the grace
and originality he had found in some of Con
nor's verses. To atone for.the critical mild
nees there displayed, he had fallen with
double severity on the faults and exaggera
tions of the poems that had moved him to en
thusiasm when he had heard Ellen's voloe
thrill and tremble with their pathos. In treat
ing these, he felt he was dealing with perilousne
matter that his consoience would not allow
him to trifle with; and, almost unknown to
himself, the words of that other poet aroused
a strong antagoniesm-an impatient disarpro
val that colored his judgment of his verse
more than he was aware.
At last Ellen turned the final page, and
John pushed aside the papers he had been
arranging into a confused heap again, and
harried up to her chair. He almost trembled
at the thought of the first look she would turn
on him when she raised her eyes from the
paper. The concluding sentences of his essay
were to his mind fall of deep sympathy with
Ireland's suferiogs, and of mournful, solemn
warning to those who, while singing their
country's wrongs, were preparing a still worse
fate for her than she had yet endured; and he
thought Ellen would be muooh moved in read
log what he had written. He recollected the
wet sheet of the newspaper when one pathetic
poem had received bach a t:ibute as would,
he thought, have satisfied the most exacting
poet's thirst for acknowledgment. Would there
be tears in those dearest eyes in the world
now ?
"Well," he said, standing opposite her, "how
do you like it f"
The eyes she raised to his fee were-swim
ming in tears, but it was an angry light that
lashed through them.
"Like it I How could you think I should
like it l Why, I hate it all--I bate every
word."
The excess of his surprise and disappoint
meLt calmed him at once and made him
frigid.
'I am eorry, but I was of course oblhiged t
write what I believe to be true. Why do you
hate it ?"
"'It oruelD-you ought to know that. The
praise is what I hate; it fie all doubk-sdged,
a greatdeal orueller than the blame. You
talk about imag·ination, and magic, and
glamour, and the foroe of eloquent words, as if
the poems were all made up out of these, end
there were no patriotlism, no wrongs, no real
oontry even-nothinglt real at the bottom for
the entheusiasm to be about. If you had said
this out plainly in words that did not profsees
to praise, I should have been angry, but I
should not have hated it quite so mooh."
"You are like all women, who never quite
underetand or appreciate irony."
"Ido understand it; I hate it worst of any
thing in the world. It is like a blight that
areep. in and kills everything it touches. Yes,
andit withers the strength of its wielders as
well as that of those it wounds."
"It kills unrealities and false enthusiasms,
nothing stronger."
"Troe enthusiasms sometimes have weak
begioeninue, and when irony kills them---"
"It is the worst sort of murder; there is no
end to the evil of it, for you can never say
rwhat base or terrible things may not spring
Sfrom their mashesa. When all the hbh feel
ad hope has bsen laughed out of them
dis; but oat of their nashes monsters o
end bae Lse up. -
"How do yoe knew p asked MBlde, whe bad
eome up behind Johbs, and fae the. lest minte
ao two bad been lookitg at the agitated faoes
of tbe diepatute with a easible sle on hebor
lips. 'Dn's you think, Mis Daly that you
are giving Jobn Iresh eviden e of tbe trant of
his remarks ooncering the oreative power of
Irish eloquoeme, when you frighten we ot of
all wIeb to go to bed to-night by soh Cas
sandra popheoies John ie slowly turning
to stone undor the rseot of your dennaolations,
and isalready. as you may perolve, quite to
eapable of holding his bedroom eandle
stralgh,"
"Of ooras you laugh at me,,' said Ellen, ris
ing and laylng down the manuscript heoete on
on a table near. "I will go to bed. It is
waste of words for me to speak when you oan
sneer at D'Aroy ODonneli's poems."
"I don't sneer," said John, coming aloese to
her, and speaking emphatially. "Sneers im
ply oontempt, and there is not a grain of con
tempt in the whole paper ; it le you who will
read it wrong. It is respeotful throaghona,
for I have pnt out all my powers, and I praise
all I an consolentiously."
* You put yourself on a height and judge."
"Critics always mnet'
"Then they are always wrong."
"Perhaps; but you will at least allow that
I have done jstice to Oonnor."
"You have praised hie rhymes; but, fond of
mech praise as Connor is, he will bate it, when
it Is given at the expense of all he believes in
and cares for, as heartily as I hate it for him.
I would not advise you to trust that manu
script in his bands it he were here to"night."
"If you would show me where you think I
am unjost, instead of oondemning the whole,"
said John, depresatingy, "I am not beyond
conviction; and though yeo may not believe
it, I have a sincere wish to speak the truth.
Ifyou would speoify-"
I oan't" answered Ellen. "You would oall
it all exaggeration: it would be, just sa your
sister says, giving you fresh evidence to tarn
against na. Give me my oandle and let me go,
I don't think I will ever tell you what I really
think again about anything I care for. I'll
know now how you will take it."
John turned away abruptly took a bedroom
candle from a table, and lit It slowly : then,
as he placed it in Ellen's band, he said, in a
low voloe that could only reach her ear
"Wast you said last was too bad. You talk
of other people being oruel; but that was a
great deal worse than oruelty-it was revenge.
You must have known how it would hurt me."
' Good-night," said Ellen, alend. "I am sor
ry if I am crose, but I can't help it; good-night
Miss Thornley-I know you are wishing me
away, for you said you still had a good deal
to do to-night, and Lesbia has disappeared
long since."
Bride turned to her brother as the door
closed behind Ellen
" 'Like oaks and towers they had a giant grace,
Tbh-s western shephe seers.'
she quoted, laughing "Booh an exhibition
does make. one feel one's own moderate sire,
mentally and bodily, does it not I quite
believe now in the O'Flaherty anues'ress. who
frightened the Saxons into paying tribute;
but, my dear John, I beg your pardon for
laughing, I see you are really-annoyed- "
"Annoyed is not the word-it goes a great
deal deeper than that."
"I am sorry, but really-her opinion is
worthless-utterly worthless on souh a matter
as this. You could not expect a half-educated
girl-don't wince at the phrase, John, you
know she is half educated in our sense of the
word-to appreciate snobh writing as yours.
It is quite beyond her. Now, that is really
the beat piece of critioism you have ever
written."
"Criticism Ia a horrid trade She was right
in saying that it withers up the craftsman as
well as their victime. We have'atultfled our
selves over it-you and I, Bride. In our bor
ror of sentiment we have toppled over on the
other side, and grown as false as that whihob
we wish to avoid."
"It is only our crust, and people whose lik
ing is worth having will make their way
through it, and find us out."
"It is a desperate hope, though, when the
liking is a matter of life and deatW; and there
are people with no crust. Does anyone about
here know, I wonder, what sort of person tbis
young Ireland poet-this O'Donnell-is f Not
that it is any concern of mine. The impor
tant question to me is, are my criticisms un
just I"
'I won't have you consider. You have
alwaJs given me a right over your oompoei
tions since the first you brought to me, and I
have given my imprimatur to this. Let me take
it asway and pack it up before Ton spoil it."
'No, no, leave it where it isn
"But you won't meddle with it to-night in
the mood you are in 1"
"No, I will take a night to think it over;
but leave it on my writing table. I will not
toucoh it till to-morrow morning, and then not
unless I find there is good reason."
Of course you'll spoil it; but I see you must
be left to take your way ;-then, as he turned
to get her candle, she came up behind him,
and put both her hands on his shoulders.
"John, there's just a word more to be said:
however impervious our orust may be to other
people, between um two it can never be a dis
guise. No pc seib'e armor of cynicism you
could put on would ever hide the real you
from me. I know well enough that my liking
is not a matter of life and death; but what
ever you want f:om it, it is always there, and
will not, I think, fail you.
"Thank you ; I have been wishing to
thank you for a long time, only I did not know
how to get out the words, for being so kind
to her, and for making this week what I
believe I shall be glad of all my life, even it,
as in most likely, I never have another like itL"
'Yon will nave enough of such to tire out
my good behavior, and force me against my
will to own that 'oaks and towers,' sod'giant
graces, and enthusiasms, are not as much to
my taste as more commonplace materials,
which, to my mind, wash and wear better.
Do you remember my telling you that it was
as well for me to keep a certain possibility
concerning you in my mind, that I might be
able to hear it when it came, and your saying
you could not see what there would be to
bear f"|
"And I don't now. I should have thought
that such companionship as we have had
lately would have been the greatest delight
to yon-would have made you perfectly hap
"Yes, and you would think the same if I
telked to you till morning. You are only a
man after all, and most not affect to see
through my crost as clearly as I see through
yours. Good night; I shall go and finish my
packing."
It was very nlato before Bride Thornley
came near the end of her business. The per
fect ordering of the honeehole, which gave
such oohtert to Mrs. Daly, was not effected
without much labor on the part of its head ;
and at this janocture there wee also to be
taken into scount arrangements for the dis
tribution of food among the villagers, which
oould not be given over into less systematio
hands than her own without muoh forethought.
A little before twelve o'clock, Bride issued
from hebar room with a bundle of memoran
domse and papers which she designed to ar
range in the pigeon-hole oompartments of a
deak in the housekeeper's room, where Leebia
would find them when needed. 8be was not
alt >gether sorry to have an exuoose for coming
out like a sultan in disguise, at unseasonable
bhus,, that she might satisfy herself of the
obediene of her subjects on certain points
concernilg which she had long been doubtful;
and when on reabhing the head of the stair
osse sheb heard a stealthy tread of feet, and
sew through the blusters a gllmmer of lights
moving in regions far below, it was not fear,
brt a sense of triumph that came into her
mind. Now ab last she should conviet the
offoadore of the often-deles oeffeace of sitting
_p in thae lower rogiona to unatborids late
beam. She balred dasi wi brfligbteofeWa.
but ly o ad total da e and elbue In
the fshe invaded. On her return. as b
wa pushing open a beavy ewng-door tha led
lato the front hall, she again caught sight of
a euspioeue gleam, which now seemed to
come through the ohiuke of the drawing-room
door. In her onrprise, she let the ewing-door
fall to in her face, and dropped the papers she
was earrying ; and when she had 'gathered
them op agaln, and oome through into the
ball at last, she was much startled to And her
self face to face with Ellen Daly, fully dress
ad, and standing elose to the door, with an
extingulshed candle In her band.
"Is anthbing the matter IXs your mother
iII I Bride asked anxiously, as soon as she re
oovered from her start.
"Oh' no, thank you ! I wanted something,
and came down to fetch it, and J st now my
candle went ont. Will yon light me haok to
my room f I am afraid of making a noise and
awakening mamma"
'"I seems to me there has been a great deal
of noise in the house this hour past-have yon
ohbserved anythinog t"
"I dare say there has I have not been
thinking about it till now."
"I shall go and call John."
"I advise you not: this house is famous for
noisees, sad no good has ever come of hunting
them that I ever heard, There are several
Dalys that walk, jon know, to say nothing of
banshees, and the only thing to be done is to
grow sacenatmed to them, sad let them have
their way."
"You really believe that f" oried Bride, un
able to suppress a slight movement of oon
tempt, as ashe noticed a peculiar intent look in
Ellen's eyes, and a quiver in her voice, show
ing that tear were not far off. "No wonder
the servantl think they can roam about as
they please at night nodpr cover of ghost sto
ries "
"I confess to having felt uncomfortable
when my light went oun," said Ellen, meekly,
"and that I shall be glad to keep near you till
we get back to our bedrooms."
"I am going in here first, to put some papers
into the proes, and then I shall listen again at
the head of the kitchen stairs. Come with me,
if you like."
The sound of living voices, or Bside's soep
tioism, bad clearly driven the ghosts away, for
all was perfectly still and dark when she and
Ellen returned from the housekeeper's room,
and stood in the ball looking upwards and
downwards. Bride wished to search the lower
roomt, but Ellen professed great anxiety to re
turn:to her mother, and she did not like to de
tain her. She was self-disposed to set forth on
a new voyage of discovery when they parted
company at Mrs Daly's door ; but on looking
into her own room she found Lesabl awake,
and anxious to know the oaus. of her absence;
and, rather than excite nervous fears in her,
she decided to pat aside her own ouriosity and
betake herself to bed.
It was not with an easy mind, however, that
she did so. Several times after she had laid
her head on the pillow, she started up again,
fanoying a sound, and when after many efforts
she was at length sinking blissfally down into
an abyss of sleep, she was brought back wide
awake and distressingly alert again, by the re
collection flashing Into her mind that the can
dle In Ellen Daly's hand was covered by an
extinguisher, and certainly could not have
been blown out by accoident as her words im
plied. What could she have comedown staire
so late to seek ? And what could have induced
her to leave herself designedly in the dark T
.ride felt she should have no peace of mind
till she had fathomed these mysteries, and the
night looked an uncomfortably long space for
miserable souspicious to work out their tor
ments in. Nothing bot sleep could shorten it,
and for a long time that relief seemed quite
unattainable. It there should be such a seri
one blemish as want of truth and atraightfor
wardness in her brother's idol, then indeed the
sight of his infatuation would be hard to bear.
And she could not till morning dawned decide
whether the misery of seeing him continue in
delosion, or the misery of having to act herself
as the shattarer of his dreams, would bs the
moat acute.
After wishing Miess Thornley good-night,
Ellen atod holding the door of her room ajar,
and watched through tie crevice till Bride
and her light finally disappeared; then she
emerged again, and ran quickly down stairs,
not pausing until she reached the drawing
room door. It was not so dark as it had been
half aso hour before, for the moon had now
risen high enough to shine through the high
windows and cross the wide dark stairsecase
with bats of cold white light. Neither was it 1
quite dark within the drawing room, when,
after listening for a second or two, she turned I
the handle and entered, for dusty streams of
moonlight came through holes in the shabtters,
and made green patches of light here and there i
on the floor, showing clearly two occupants,
one of whom was stooping over a writing desk,
as if intently occupied thereat; the other stand 1
lng upright in the middle of te room, with his
arms folded, and the moonlight falling full on I
his face. At the slight sound Ellen made in 1
oqming forward the stooping figure sprang up,
ahd Conner hurried to meet her.
"Well, you plucky conspirator--you girl of
gold I' he cried; "have you got us the key I"
"Yes; but oh, Connor, this last freak of yours
has almost killed me with fright. Who do youen
think it was that made the noise with the
green-baize door, that frightened you into ex- I
tinguishing my candle ''
"The Daly that killed his twin brother in a
duel, or the one that walks about with his a
head under his arm-which t"
"It was Bride Thornley ; and if I had not I
gone boldly to meet the noise, she would
have marched straight in here, and found os I
together."
"Well, she would not have been the only
member of her family I should have had the i
honor of showing to our cousin to-night."
"She did me good service, as it was, for she
took me to the housekeeper's room herself, and :
I lifted the key of the conservatory door from
its hook in the press over her very head while
she was arranging her papers; but oh, the I
terror I was in tll I saw her safe up stairs e
again."
"Yon used not to be so timid ; it would have
been nothing but fun to you a while ago to _
ont wit the dragons that have driven us into
exile. Anyway, Eileen aroon, you would not I
grudge D'Arcy his one visit to the Oastle, if I
you had seen, as I have done to-night, how be
loves every stone of it without ever having set
his eyes on oneof them before. There's no one
has a better right to be here than he."
Ellen turned to Connor's oompanion, who
had now moved to the door, and was standing
near them.
"If we could have weloomed you properly,
you know I should have been glad ti see you 1
here, oouasin," she said.
"But yon don't know bow bitterly ashamed 1
I am of intruding on you in such a fashion as
this," be answered. "When I found our retreat
was out off, I wanted to call the maeter of the
house, and confees the serape we had got our
selves into; but you appeared at the door of I
your room while we were disceussing the point,
and before I knew, Conner gave the signal i
that brought you up to our rescue."
"Connoer was right; it would not have done I
to rouse the bonee: mamma might have been I
disturbed and made terribly anxious by Con
nor's unexpected sppearance."
"I ought not to have let him persuade me to i
this freak, the wind-up of our enterprise here. i
I can only plead in excuse the longing that
grew up through my childhood, when my
mother used to-salk to me in America of Castle
Daly as if it were the very heart of Ireland, ao t
that I could hardly feel myself pledged to the
country as a son till I had been here and as- I
rsrted my birthright."
Connor and Ellen had spoken horriedly, in
low whispere; but D'Aroy, durilng this speech,
allowed his voie to riae to 1i ordinary key,
and abowed no more haste or embharrasment
than it he bad bean converasig under ordinary (
e, eireamatmes in full daylight. ]ie loked
ap into bte face distnctily outlined, but pals
e and welrd-looking in the moonlight, and a
d thrill almost of awe pased tbrough her. The
f likenes so her father war so strong, that she
o ould not help remembering stories, that had
a frightened her in her chbdhood, of departd
Y Dalys who came book la the deed of nigh to
e throng the old rooms and she felt tongoue-ted
Ss if to speak would break a spell an banis
e the presenoe so often longed for.
Connor put hiband on his ooasin's shoulder
with a whispered "flash P
. "He 1I not the right staffnfor oonspirator to
be made of" he seid tarnteg to Ellen. "He
r would t up on to the wall-his friends were
Sbid behind, and make a aepeeobh to the con
stables who were looking for them. The trouble
I have to keep him quiet is
p "When you have broght me into false post
o tions, you mean. Never will I trust myself in
I your guldance again. The bargain was that I
was to be tasken through a suite of uniababit
1 el rooma to m a Oertain pioture, and get back
without encounooterin a soul, and here we are
caught in a trap likeborurglars"
I knew, at sbe worst, there was a faithful
mouse in the OCetle with wits enough to set
the lion free if he did get into trouble," aaid
r Conner, "and I would not have wanted help if
the place had not been destroyed altogether
with repairs and improvements."
I "But I warned you, and told you not ti
Scome."
"If we had had any doubt of there being one
to welcome us, wesbould have lost it listeninog
to some words we overheard while we were
waiting toelip in. Did not I like what you said
to John Thornley about how I would thank
him for his oontemptible praise of me, if I had
the ohance of doing what I liked with his pre
a lous essay' '
"Why, where were you f"
"On the ledge of the lowest turret window,
I among the ivy, where we used to sit in old
times and overhear conversations in the draw
ing room, when the window chanced to be
open. I had to hold D'Aroy fast, I nan tell
I you, or be would have flung himself down and
come striding through the drawing room win
dow to olap you on the baok for standing up
for us."
"He is mistaken, Miss Daly; I would not
have moved, or lost a syllable for the world.
If it has been much to me to come here and
see the place where my mother's thoughts
were till she died, it is even more to know that
there is a voice in the old home that speaks
up for me. It was a mcment never to be for
gotten."
"And you saw her picture f"
"Yes," said Connor, answering for his friend.
"When all was still in the house, I let him in
by the turret door, and took him up the creak
ing old turret stairs to the lumbar-rooms, and
then across the passage td our old schoolroom.
He stayed mourning over the picture a thought
too long, for when' we got back to the passage
we found the door into the lember-rooms
looked and the key gone."
"Miss Thornley must have come up to look
it before going to bed."
"No; better fan than that, it was little Les.
hia herself. We stood in the dark at. the end
of the jsaesage, and saw her tripping down
stairs with the key in her hand. It was too
provoking! I could see the top of her pretty
head for two minutes and a half, by peeping
over the balusters ; it was my turn then to
want to fling myself over and fall at her feet.
Would she have taken me for a ghost and
soreamed, I wonder I"
"Her head to muoh faller of robbers than of
ghosts, and that is why she makes a point of
having the door to the lumber-rooms looked
at night. I think you must have made more
noise than yeou are aware of, for mamma was
restless I sat with her an hour, and was only
just going to my own room when you saw
me."
"By good look, or we should have had to
spend the night in the old school room,
and missed the oar that is to meet us at
Ballyowen. We are both due in Dablin by
midday to-morrow. You may take comfort by
knowing that this is the very last you'll seeof
me for some time to come."
"After this experience I shall never know
when or where yoen may turn up. I shall
never think you safe. Cousin D'Aroy, must
you lead him into all this."
"Ellen I what do you mean I Have I not
been enough insulted tonight by John Thorn
ly's praise, without your insinuating that I
am a led dog, to be turned this way and that
at D'Arcy's will '
Heedless of Connor's interruption, Ellen,
continued to look op into the deeply-shadowed
face, that in the uncertain light looked so
familiar andyet so strange. "Mr. Thornley
esys," she went on, "that it is what will alter
and spoil hi. whole life, and he is so thought
less and young, and his father is dead. It is a
terrible weight on my consoienoe to be hiding
all this, not knowing quite whether it is a no
ble, or only a desperate thing you are doing."
She could see how the countenance she
looked at darkened and ohaoged ; there was a
moment's pa.Js , as if he were struggling fir
voioe to speak.
"Yes," he said hoarsely at last, "you are
right-the concealment, the dark ways, the ,
poor mean beginnings are terrible; but it is
the path that has to be crept or wriggled
through at the outset of every uprising. I
can't tell you that we shall ever get further
than that. Ioan't say that we shall not be
trodden down into tie earth we are creeping
through like worms, before we ever come up
so far as the daylight of the struggle. It may
be simply a spoiling of our lives and nothing
more; and you have appealed to me to spare
your brother. What can I ueay-bht that
from the beginning to the end, whatever it is,
there shall always be one life, one future, one 4
reputation, that shall go first-before his,
and be thrust always between him and blame
or danger; that I can promise you."
"That was not what I wanted ; but thank
you." said Ellen, mournfully.
"Come, now," interrupted Conner, "you
two have talked sentiment long enough for to
night. If we are to oatoh the car we most
start at once, and if we don't intend to do
that, we had better have stayed the night in
the old school-room up stairs, where I could
have written love-letters by the yard for Les
bia to fod in the morning. They would have
put her out of conceit with Pelham's singing,
I fancy. It's too bad his having that pull
over me, and I obliged to sit mom up in the
ivy like an old owl, and hear it all going on."
"Yes, indeed, I think you had btter go -
now," Ellen answered. 'Miss Thornley mnst
be asleep by this time, and the conservatory
door leading out on the terrace can be opened
and shut with very little noise. This way ; I
will turn tbe key after youea, and put up the
bars, so that there shall be no trasce in the
morning of anyone's havnlog gone through;
but I hope you will never put my sisterly do
votion to such a proof again, Connor."
"It shall be for some more important per
ps., if ever be does, I promise you," said
D'Aroy, as they passed through the conserva
tory.
'"And I," said Conner, putting his hands on
Ellen's shoulders, and stoopling down to give
her a parting kimss at the door, "promise you
that when you come to think it over, you will
have to confes that even this game has been
well worth its little candle; and that your
brother Conner is the boy with the quick wit
to steal a march on the enemy,and give him a
telling thrust when oaccasilon offers. If John
Thornley oomplains, don't scruple to tell him,
as a message from me, that Cassandra was
right, and that the little minnows don't care
to be told they are bigger people than the
whales, but resent such fibs as insults to their
understanding."
(To be continued.)
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Okhie.
1T FISRM 01
T. PITZWILLIAM & 00.
Shaving been dimolved by llmitaeam Jl alest, l
° desire to laform my Meas and the pabie sa
that I have rented thoe tor.
NO. 72 CAMP STREET,
r adjoining the New OrtianU Times OmeO, san
immedliatly epen with an
oNTIESLT nEW 8TO o0
PAPER, BLANK BOOKS
GENERAL STATIONERY.
aving aseoclated with m my brother. D. . Dye
the style i the rm wllhb
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With all the tolUltit, for
° PRINTING, LITHOGRAPHIN4
AND Tae
Manufacture of Blank Books'
L With a thorough knowledge of the hdeteae ;1..
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who favor me with their order, the satire fa
both as to quality of work and reaoabhlee of prax
which long experience and complete manuraaut
facilities will ebnable to give.
aull Im Very respectfally, M. F. DUlF
I THE DONAHOE
PATENT CORD-BOUND MATTRE.
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FEATEBRS. BEDDING In general. and REAM
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PATENTEE AND PROPRIETOR,
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ALL KINDS OF LAUNDRY AND TOILET BOA
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(LITED ) ly For Cin ing d the pre o thenoer
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