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thie, Supposing I eolemnly give you my
word of honor that Ihave done nothing of
which a man should be ashamed; that as
nas have ‘sufficient Property in my
own right to tive upon, I will tell father
everything. Will ou take iy ‘part now
Say what you know of ty ability as a stock-
man; remind that I
twenty, amd a en
affairs? will yi
‘Tom held oat his hand a e, with
a beai smile. Bet his, treat Mia not
take it at once. Asif he had not heard the
last few words, he said quietly =
“Tom, are you engaged to be married?”
k eyed him keen
“Not here. But you Ihave in Boston. May
Winthrop, “for instance, Wd
Tom’s smile vanished. A look of paimy:
‘ly into his face, and ‘re smatned
‘ime.
“You ight there. May is certainly
dy
ta
dwell upon the fact; and then went on
“Bu + Tam not engaged to her,
yout ink oat would make my father Wild?"
Pras
“wall yoweonid not expect him to be ex:
actly first, | Colonel Eckersley
world think his oniy. son should
tter match. Charles Winthrop, "Stay"
father, was as true a gentleman at hea art as
ever feed, but he was only a
an
¢ again, Frank.'* And Tom stamped
his foot wich an exclamation which sounded
iene
im, and
ment, of whic!
highly, into the balance. Will you do it?
Ail ou???
Pereace aa cd jud
‘Again To ‘om stopped short io his tramp
and looked up at his: friend appealing.
een n faced one
another. At this sroment there was a fayn
Mhiste, followed bya low, rambling sounds
from the East was in sight. For
the second ime Frank shook his
he took the proffered hand and held it
tight!
and
h | her face wherever it was alfowed to eur, it
> |
tnbearable to your father to think that the
old hou: es
ofa ‘stranger at his
a-ding sheep out West, when the might be
tet y a ey am!
all that
y that
eurry-
You are got the
re you for, if von eam stand it. Bu
eve you wl ”
laid his left hand
caressingly upon bis 3 fiend's shoulder. as be
find cltenaoge inthe old ays and his voice
trembled with strong feeli
au
, wa very seldom that Frank
spoke lingty, aad Mee cold subjec
tion to his Pieaien strength of wi!
ss
R
$
Be
&
8
4
ge
°
®
tof courage,
the meditated im?
ie}
} e hesitated, moved his feet uneasily,
mustered inawdibl to himself. Then,
rmly returning the grasp of the hand he
| held, Jooked up with a bright s:
“Yo P rood angel, old 1 ne. I will
telt the “after. ail What a coward F was!
‘Yes, F
m's family meant a
bold. echooifellow
han aay one knew
more, even, than he knew himsel
mess in strange contrast to his
e group by the
sleeping car. Here was the white head of
other, pale and upon which
fRee had rest sted | at of all, and upon which
they
fall ‘ot light ircels, a
and-twenty, It would have been difficult for
stran: to ive known eo wal
Tom ersley’s sister, for though het
air was wary a: Justered in curls about
ji anton
| the opinion of her feifow-passengers
|-| one sprig! tly
mei
"pansed as though he liked 10 man on the
head, but | 801
may go into the hands | sition did not pe
déath, and his son be | tion.
t
through
qi
© eves dropped. and ‘his face worked
whe!
e| faint whiff of salt air touched their nostrils
ike a bre
he should know, and he shal w, | from heaven.
never fear. Here t re: and: said not a word. but. accelerated
kerchiefs waving? Come along, the train’s| his speed, for this was a sign that they
slackening speed already.’” re near the terminus of t atural tan
‘Tom was off like a rocket now, as Uncle} nel. Ina ent he turned around, grasp-
Dick,” the first engine which ever aston-|ing Paddy by the wrist, and together. they
ished the prairie dogs and. c New {slid down a ledge of rock, covered. with a
Mexico with sbrick of whistle and clang of | coating of clay, into a eavern.
he his anchor| | They gazed about them. in astonishment
be-| tered about
in the stepe ot thecar, with her hands shin
was as ligne ‘in color as. his was dark, and
her face its clearly-cut, ‘regulat fear
tures, as gu t an im ex: session
as his was brigh ir too
Eckersley in
ra expec
jnily those of the other sex; aad
gentleman hd spoken in na
about
sad anim
fax Bulith
this nothin jd Thave surprised her
are thar to have been tol that she was
proud. Sheecould not help being taller
&
Tham most womem, nor & habit that she had.
Fekersley tau: gue of earrying her he: a certain
“Engaged! who should I ehoose, my /li rhiels § so often made people imagine |
dear ? I don't know w your expe-|thatshe down upom the world from}
ience may be, have not seen a buty| # serene panned superiority. She was one
mince r left home—out here.” f those who are unconscious toa fanlt of
he impression they make spon, others
She Xa new: ne of what was passing in
e minds of the handsome, welisirened
mene who ‘din vain: to be allowed
carry her cloaks areels to the hotel,
she recognized him, and the gentlemen on
Oo a at
AHA KAA HHH ST
The Irish Art
A charming novelization of the successful Drama
by that name, as played by
CHAUNCEY OLCOTT
Under the masses of of ee Pi
RICHARD “DUFFY.
(Tre Tare Awrie2" waa commenced ip No.8 Hack.
numbers can be ubiained oF all vewedealers
Maurice Rurtied away
’s house, with Jose at his
heels, he knew thas the least. difticalt t part |
iS enterp: gain tl
Chit. “Arrived there aly Famed set
to exploring every m of |
blutf, but, after penctsting ale eway into
ea vered to thei: ent
that it went no further
‘i they
rtie outon the very face of the cliff,
climbing with great trepidation, for a fales
death.
“Ther clothes were covered with dust and
rik
a the:
climbing, crawling,
ard Maurice ery in
next ‘instant his hea:
has his kindest “friend and benefactor
8a nk before
¢ increased his pace asmuch as he could
e|and reached the hole into which Maurice
a
+ | had disappeared.
Tt must have been over six feet in depth
for it completely buried the artist who
by no means sort
sre ye hurt?" ‘Pd asked breathlessly.
“ answere smili
his ma eet onty |
sharply. Ithought T could climb down into
this den but sli
was for ret
mediately, since he doubted that Maurice
was more s€
to admit.
rice assured him that he was
at the bottom
of the gully wherein he 8
down. bewide Maurice and
Lrowether thes lay flat on their stomac!
SKinine the opening ja the vocks which
was barely sufficient to pass the body of a
awl through, disre-
garding Paddy's | entreaties, at which the
boy erept after him very closely, ready ta
grasp him in case he should fall agai
They made thei Tiness,
and refreshed them. It was like = ath
ag th At the si
of the edge, which swan covered by alow
mansard-sl of granite, ey, be
held several uormous bales of od aackin
Half a dozen small powder kegs were scat
a great wall of rock, straight
could hear
he mouth
“award os
‘a board, against which they
in
with'a multitude
almo:
thou;
ly, the advanta;
of scratches,
ve he had slight?
ge of his qu
"Fare an” ages,’ ie oi Tittle fellow ¢x-
claimed in'a wi lor he feared every
moment some enemy, eith ey man or beasi,
would pounce upon them: “thie is'a quare|j
place.” |
“Paddy,” Mawrice beginning to
makes more minute examination of th
eontents. of thei ar surroundings, was
hound to find the cave you told Me of andl
ends of whieh had ad been tora roughly a
with a dull knife.
made a more nocerous the
g | the Preventive byes to be dow
turned my a: akie | minni ” te
dis turned to regard Mike, who gave an
ear to
‘urning to his home im- |i
riously injured than he cared | 4
was eat but they had no leisure to speculate
is They | less!
the Piaass ‘twisted theie mustaches and
glance, dublously at one another out of the
ornens of their ran nimbly
down the otepe and el clasped Frank’s great
brown hand. Edith was surpi cd
that her cordial greeting met with a very
eurt response. Certainly their last meeting
Frank d then
wl
But this: was four
boy, she a foolish
ea ‘ie spa hardly ‘be thivkking Af that
ac!
n; and the pussion of tit diy,
to jou years ae, , would Seem
of the
| —he wa
rds, Men do
out West.
The day that seemed to Euith so. very long
age scemed but yesterday to him,
dand foolish his feet
art as he paced along the platform, al
w disappeared and left the
world ‘very dirk to him, They were friends,
warm friends, but they were hothing more.
E CONTINCED.
toot ot tot ot
tt or
“Here's the stuff sure,
tt rt ot
Maurice cried, elated
r is wen ve run Yer agro ond, yet
jugglers’
“Yes, Sel Here's the veer bale "you
cpeet, open. Don’t you remember the
color
“If they ketches us here they'll be afther
rippin’ us open,” Paddy returned, timidly,
e Fon
et's be
“No; keep quiet,!” Ma mmanded,
still intent on his inspection.. “They never
0 e
doubtediy Ted to. the bay and
which a awl could be rowed to the water
line of the ledge upon which he stood.
tne| Allofa sudden J he tarued his head sight,
ty and asked he had
ae
a boat,” murmured Paddy, trem-
fear. ‘Hear the oars in the rul-
Maurice’s impressio:
mn was identical and
seizing th
¢ cave and assisting him up im
pba. ‘Then, ander the
ey
age, climbed a afte
Wer of the semi-darkness be ‘whi
tere surrounded, they peepe
tiows’
noWaF enough. Ship oars” A voice was
is conscious that he re- |!
2 |
the eight of abuse.
out cau-/her muscular
_“Faix, E dunno that,” Bridget returned.
“He’s unaccountable. Howsomever I'll
t1
Ninite th their
lom was entirely en-
rossed in seeing his mother
ind her vil-
epportunity
cir limbs were
jot Been. far the gal
ix shelter
a kegs, Hits an pul It
“Not av Tcan help,” he returned, sroutty.
ry, ye'ze w good sowl, Ye"
0 juil fen me, w .
oa tetas goto church. w
replied, the bare iden of prison wiih send.
ing a chill through his bones despite the
ardor of his passi
tye would et me be tuk? Ve'd
ecJerry?
in ited craftily,
8 hifted his ‘Keg mene her
what,”
e widdy, |
Returned ia the
ered, only say the
there ‘8 ere I ve any th
jng out o’ the bale the ere. What a weddin
gown it'd make ye
aren Sweeny,” the widow retorted,
+ | feeling that as the’ constabulary
on their heels it was time to re pulse his
es, Aw “want t0 get married I
have the skirt at home, all ready to put on
me, "FE won't be that ‘I hinther me,”
e Bil soy, nothin
him ye see meim the red. ski
et
ed to embrace her
Hicious arowal ‘but she rebuked
(ine with the old. fook which invari-
bly threw cold water om amorousness,
F |, thin, just call me a pet name
<. Pye niver had anythin’ from ye but
at pet name ‘would ye loike?”
widow inquired demurely. . “Somethin’
aisy now, not too tendher, fer I'm trrible
siti
sini
“Darlin,” he suggested bashfully.
“I wondher at ye, Jerry Sweeny,” she re-
torted with dignity. Thu kave, that werd
crime hucbaadt whin I get
low wou! ie se Dover?” and
Jerry's voice sank to
“No! Vilcall my, “gear Jerry,
wan Kiss to bind the barg:
oy. voietiey inp. atient, Jerry S weeny,”
she sid seraly, mth @ majestic wave of
“Whist—there’s the
oat bacl
The noise of oars being worked rapidly
card frst without, andiaa short while | came neare:
Jtey Seeeay and Mike Curran climbed
ito ti}
Maurice was hardly surprised that
two welkknown charscters should be of the
band of smugglers. He tried to place him-
selfs a little less uncomfo: ortably: 50 as to over-| bre
the eonversation wit! 3e.
“I thought Tim Murta agh an’ siv
the boys would be pere afore us,” Jerry be-
sa, saptiog ims oe. ,
Chit has charge the ‘sloop T belave:
wiiit fer the oti sere. 7
to Jerry's side and
ek prepared curefully
iveral o?
er, a8 nin
lormae’s nasty dis-
of disgust,
his
play of of temper was still rankling iA
wave, Wan'd think we'd the
whole o? Lent afore us instid uv expectia’
wa on us any
ninterested this harangue, absorbed
pipe.
san’ blazes, man! What are re
nod 5
ny
ble et emits afore
tyou know that's
the tind
erin wwe itscle wouldn't haye forgot to
make ye remember it.
The Lound of oars arrested their attention.
for a moment and Jerry eried iny an alter
Here's Cormac at
Maurice and Paddy Sacre just recoveri
“It's Jerry Sweeny,” said t
the boat, witich struck the Sock with sh sharp
“Lind us yer hand, Jerry,” the voice eri
again, whiel Maurice recognized as ‘Mrs
hee now an’ fer life,” returned the en-
ani
Plained the reason of this unlocked
“Dive bad news Jerry: Maurice is back
an’he knows about the smugglin’; an’ I
misthrust he knows the cave.”
# neuch a start
pebbles which tumbled down from the ar
tist’s Lair.
,figand Paddy were dumbfounded that
@ latter's mother should know their se-
a8
ow she came by nowledsre.
must be all attention. ton the talk of the
on kegs around | or
shure we hadn’t rauc
jabers, we've none.
mac???
reply to this interrogation: and #
subsequent colloquy was held in sick a ous
duea toue that Maurice could only catch a
chan
Apparently his father had heritated some-
phere on his route and after afew minutes
te
Wh? the divil'e o kepia’
Maurice heard Jerry ¢ to run back
to Teelagh Cove. “Bridet | ‘ras to go with
him, for if anyone was to persuade the
poly. Teader into reason it would surely be
count
these
with
forgot WO" Mike growled, stamp
g | bre
y the preceding
bri:
Hi
| stupidity as the latter, and
the smiles which the fore-
lest a pebble dis-
tgrbed should betray thelr pre
CHAPTER xvi
HE’8 NO 80N OF me
It was indeed Cormac
the top of the ledge after The “bot had been
moored. wed him
had sent his wife home, telling” her, that
this was the gal condition on. which he
would go to the
: at “agabond comes back,” were his
eeping and praying that Heaven might
rotten the hard, unforgiving heart of her
PO Now, thin, get to work,” Cormac imme-
dintely ordere
widow would have interrupted him.
Tanation, but he stopped her.
Ui about it, he said curtly;
Bridget. told me. If Maurice
interfere wid me here as he done
once afore, he’lk aup sorrow!
“Yer own son, Cormac,” Jerry ex
ned "by the. desperate scowl in his
sunken
eyes,
“Me gon !?? he laughed bite “I'm not|, Corma
edin’ thrait
* he went on
Jerry nor Mi
iat ue ll pe exclaimed. “Where
ropes,
ae gnare Theoniy: wore E could Sya,wa was
Mik replied.
over to the sloop, Mu
there at the Head. Ye'll, find p
san! too lon;
come back,
oath, about Jerry's
some
whatever happens unless I whistle, De you
mind now?’
“'}do—anless you whistle," Paddy’ te-
ded faintly.
Maurice took this as the most. favorable
ehe had n
fear from the widow.
lided swiftly d down and hid bimself
bein ind the he bales, of silk, waiting breath-
“Give way wid alt yer power,” Cormac
as the boat slid out juickly,, ‘fer ye
Bivil tuck on the: - Fires took that
cuckoo's ghick into me nest,’ he growled,
reapproaching the
“Is it Mauri
ys.erossing me? Didn't he
back up Maggie agin mean’ away?
Hasn’t he med us the thrubble we're under
bi was me own son
Secreted behind the bales, yet able to dis-
tinctly discern the terribly thin and pallid
countenance of Cormac, Maurice trembled
rt into the soa, Mawsee and | owe
dan
Took at the iligant bit o’ scarlet silk hang: br
‘01
Jerry,
and gro’ y fro:
“Wells thine th tha “ao cn yet throw in | his
d
appear red at
claimed Once
| gnWtho’s thinkin’
“outa,” the fisherman echoed, with a
satanic sneer, “Who's to tell him? I
woulda’ t Pleasare PY ‘that much.”
hen I'l widow replied,
scowled at her treacherously, but.
madeansed below fore thos dread-
at Feven that made even J
“Dias id’ e baby ‘rom ocr Mary’ 8
san? ane witinan an’ lay it to Bridget’s
bosom?" a
milf Fou did—" a voice gasped. behind
them.
Thex turned, staggering as if shot The
widow screamed, the fisherman 5
retreated a step or two, as Maurice stood i
fore them muddy bruise
erect and brave, ready for the direst cont
ict.
“How came you here?” Cormac de-
| manded,a for bideng calmness i in his tones.
Leame bere te warn e you,”
answered, a fearless light filling his honest
“TE thought you were my fa
a right te
re not; an I, jbav
sardonically,
ite.
fr
understand this mystery.
The» fisherman siniled
shrugged bis shoulders and wa
“You, ake,”
ught to mind
nesses he had done to her 5
Ehich’he ad never received more than
stood there, his face
until the witow broke his aw
the words coming tremulously
flushing scarlet,
fal suspense,
from her
Sir Robert Dean is your father. Ye were
born in lawful wedlock, for Fathier Mahony
i the sarvice himself only a week afore
se pbk,
yergr Robert Dean,”” Maurice repeated in.
complete mystification ; “why did he deny
“Tt wasn’t that he didn’t love ye,” the
widow added, her eyes filling with’ tears as
the picture of the ever memorable occasion
reverted vividly to her mind, “I think it
was on Lady arine’s account, fer, he
went a a 1 er the two
denths. His father an’ yer poor mother died
the wan time an’it was years be
re he came Back, an) thin he bad bis new
wie an! the ne
4S other,” Maurice said
co hiosclt Perse “Bat how could
Fathe ” Mahony th his
to kee;
oNtHe niver knew,” the ido red.
“No wan knew, barrin® Sir Robert, Cronin,
wife an’ mesilf; fer Budgets baby ed
an’ was buried for’ Mary's child,
dl
~ “It's black lie,” Cormae broke in
agely,. ‘Niver think to prove it by me, fer
UH give the lie to the whole story av it was
wid me last bre
“Why show you ‘be my enemy?””_M
ice quietly faguived, “F have never injured
“Ye haven't?” Cormac sneered. “An
where's Maggie. Me daughter? Fer she
me child whatever you are.
“Pye acted for her best interests,” Maur-
ice replie!
“Ye lie. Ye've set her agin me.
taught her to hate the father as loved a
reared er.” oN,
verted ft argue | with you,” Maurice
rou're
a oat as
it bumped osinat the rock and in ten sec-
and Mike climbed over the
ede.
ly, “Here's s
¥ & ve ketched
n, boys,” Cormae erfed exulta
the bloody thraitor an’ spy.
him in his work. Seize
Tan fer ger te Masther Misi" the
widow shri
the art
not ditt
‘oot.
eemed to take a fiendish delight
in this occupation and when he could speaik
again, Maurice said with a serene smi
Well, boys, you've given me many a
welcome, home, but never such a clinging
dlose embrace af
outour sayeret. He's
idn’e I tell ye about the
had hid afore? It’s u im now,
aa if-we ethim bethray us i's our own
Be
No. yiglence,' the widow entreated te:
fully, sin! to her wnees before the ‘ob.
durate Beken an, “Av ye hurt a hair in
his head I'l] bang net Thether’s son 0”
yen, srhouiver b pent
“Than ne » said Maurice,
mi e eridcwe pity, “Bui
pray don’ worry, I'm im
T: enor to sa: oth-
in’,” she pleaded, on nen itt ‘him 0. o
uy ouldn't ecema
grow
“TL wouldn't promise,” Maurice
coldly. “I pat intend to denouncé youarl
vy nots but from
meund ler eompt ala 2?
"D? ye moind that?” Jerry asked witha
nudge to Mike.
gad he tell no tales,” the latter sug-
ested
“Noy no," the widow cried; “there'll be
no bloodshed.”
“Who's thinkin’ 0? bloodshed?” Cormac
asked, with a ferocious vale, “Let him
there quiet fer an hour, till we got-the
Then, av he does bring the
__ltching, Burning Eczema,
softer dane pimped ll deme
Pate ree
“Hood’s Sarsaparilla
is America’s Greatest Medicine, $1, six for 6.
and grew dizzy as he
« eet he was ” rejoined the
widow. “Lady ‘cathasine' 's dead and"
MOOD’S PILLS cure indigestion. cents,
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