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Ps rick co One wk eas yet py Os 3 q $ > sa * 2 = oy &* aa oa ee ' AT ep 4 Be! whe Sake 908 Lot & oe oo a { ; om a ‘ gai “Kathleen” shy quite. ‘convenient; i akeanne of me. a Ob! I say; how’s the Englishman?” | ee re é The girl turned upon ‘him suddenly, her face reddening, os her eyes flashing passionately i in the half- “light. : a “Lord Rory!” she cried. tes co. 2 PGS i K laughcd, bounding like a chamois down the steep | | crags. ce ve ae “Then you won't smile on your lover? Poor fellow! ie how I pity him! My own heart has been broken so often, you see, Kathleen, that I can afford to sympathize with fellow- -martyrs. Any messages for King’s Head? om ey ey 8 x" - +No? Then, for the second time, good- night.” Se os He waved his gold-banded cap courteously in- gay : _ salute, this boyish Lord Roderick Desmond, only son obs me the Earl of Clontarf, and went springing down | to the: us shore, singing again: o | «<Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew— _ ae eee Eyes of most unholy blue!’ ” ais oe ae But for the Kathleen standing on the rocks, she was 0 Se forgotten ere the passionate, yearning blue See were a fairly out of his sight. ae . He sprang into “the boat, the men pushed off, saad it went dancing lightly over the billows. ‘The girl shrank _ Ss away behind the tall bowlder, lost to his view in the gath- ee é ering darkness, but watching him and his fairy craft with impassioned eyes, that told their own story of womans — ai deepest bliss and deadliest pain—love. | fo _ And then distance and darkness took him, and Kath- 2 ¥ ae ase she faved: as vainly and wildly as that other’ athlete é: of whose “unholy blue eyes’ Moore sings, hurled into | the lake by flinty-hearted Saint Kevin. oe Vainly, indeed, for she was only the dauanien nt the — village pedagogue, and he, ah! the blue blood of the oo. princely Desmonds—kings ‘of old—flowed in his veins, = -.. and an earl’s coronet awaited him in the future. re a ny he S HAY ae _ Night had fallen—black, ‘starless, wild. The frowning ae | coast had vanished ; _they were far. out on the tempest- “a. asn ed ocee a , tine sees d rus ning by. with a Toar, a ( da: Le ic d fiery 1 ell | of Ww aters ers heavi ying. & 8 ae d there pee) oo oP Ee ¥" au ~ -_ Sao es ond AT a