Penny Dreadfuls, 1899 · page 19 of 295
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7. foe Ana ‘the young Te “"Roderieke Bios ‘above ee a at ee -flask in his hand, gazing down on that white, still . face. For, in all the cne-and-twenty years of his bright, brief life, Earl Clontarf’s only son had never looked on anything half so lovely as this unknown girl he had saved : from death, i GERALD DESMOND. - . Sunset hour again, low there on the picturesque Wick- low coast. An October sunset—cloudless and brilliant. _ An oriflamme of splendor, of golden and crimson and : Peele a royal canopy for the King of Day—filled all the. - west with indescribable glory. oe And once again, all alone on the wild and “solitary shore, Kathleen O'Neal stood, looking. over the bound- _ less sea at that crimson glory in the sky. phe soft, abundant brown hair hung loose, and flut- we Pied in the light evening wind. In and out of the red ~ glow on the sea the fishing-boats glanced. Far away - white sails shone in the offing and rising and falling ee -airily in its sheltered cove, the “Nora Creina” lay at - ie anchor. ae _ Kathleen looked at none of these things. She had Nate a down on a bed of sea-moss, half lying, half sitting, one as ‘ 4 s.) os oleate es fats round white arm thrown up over a tall rock, her head ot wearily on that arm. _ The great, soft blue eyes, so brilliant, so joyous six ~ weeks before, looked blankly over the ocean, with a dull and dreary loneliness inexpressively sad to see. The _ prety, piquant face had lost all its bright bloom, its glad | Bay smiles and dimples. She lay there listlessly and forlornly enough, pale as vane surf breaking on the sands below. Only six weeks since that lurid sunset when she had waited impatiently here for her lover, with a heart as bright and as light as oe a bird’s. Now she sat haggard and pale, weary and _ os hopeless ; ; for in six brief weeks the lirht had faded from Ga ety. Kathleen’ S ie and her JOVctae was as comicbe oks.< . eo —_— Feo ore é Lae Koes ' : : eae , e : eo Ae j 7 > 7 ~ E . - ye . « 7 Sia we IP ee a Sey , LF 1 whe of Pr Pures | ait iB we be oe ns F cds a > ee oe. Te a