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ba So oe or a genie < ake Roni: iyo Y onydiing hele ¢ | - you bite. Come to see me off, Kathleen? How polite of - ou! a - Kathleen tossed her pretty lead saucily. “She had come to see him off, and colored guiltily as he guessed it. es Y Ol always were conceited, Lord Rory, and always mill be. As if one could not come down to watch the oun rise without coming on your account!” Watch the storm arise? By Jove! how remantic the dear little girl’s getting! Has quite a Byronic sound, oe that, ’pon my word, and comes of improving her mind, fe under my tuition, as she’s been doing lately.” -. ~He looked a dangerous preceptor ‘for youth, this fair- ised King Olaf, with his laughing eyes and splendid Eo face ; and the red light flashed eloriously: up in the pretty, a ‘sunburned cheeks under his merry gaze. aS ae _ “So you’re going to King’s Head to-night, my lord,” eathlcen said, making a petulant little mouth. “Well, I 1 dare say, you ll be safe in spite of the storm. ‘Any one od You know the proverb. “4 _ “‘Hanged, will never be drowned.’ Very likely, Miss O'Neal. I won't be the first Desmond who. has been “halt a dozen of us ever died eae Ne in our beds. We ve been pinked in the ‘Phaynix,’ we ‘ve had our heads set _ up to ornament Tower Fill, we've been roasted alive in our own strongholds, we've been court-martialed and shot at day-dawn, we ve had our heads chopped off like spring a chickens, and we’ve been hung, drawn, and quartered ~ by the dozen for high treason. "T never heard of but one - Desmond who was drowned, and he was a pirate, cursed oe with ‘bell, book, and candle,’ so could expect no better. . NES, Miss Kathleen 0’ Neal, I’m off for King’s Head in “ my- bonny ‘Nora Creina,’ and I'll take you with me, if ae OSs choose, with all the pleasure ; in life.” _ “Thank you, Lord Rory! I’m not tired of my life yet. : ‘ When I feel like suicide, TH let you know. There’ S the boat. Good- -evening to you. I’m going home.” a (ak ‘My. boat is on the shore, and my: bark is on the sea.’ : And so you won't come? Well, then, | would recom- pend you to go home, for standing here in the wind is ue neither Se nor r profitable, that i can see. Good pe io a gaa ae ~ comicboolk S.CO Mt Sa ite Lo gehy: Zh: z i eagee: ) gee) § ae ‘ ea a a om gi Ls peste a ae eo eae Pri Mit ‘ie! hee ie aor rears bide ote Bs ne, Hn re Di ca ah (ets iy Si Pee ert Ai ae Liat