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ee ee Ca isl yp aee ‘sae yee safe A ey. seas aS fe é ae ce ie stant. She Mace er sly away fe da nae ‘him, quietly aad steadily, full | im the face. ee ““T have not been ill, Lord Roderick. Mr. Cerald oe me—told my -father and me, this afternoon—that you , especially wished to see me here this evening, and I have i come, ae “Yes,” Rory said, a little embarrassed, “I Be ea do. ee » Tt is about your father I would speak to you, Kathleen, tate - * I know all.” Abe The blue eyes flashed upon him, the ohetle flushed deeper. He could see the rapid throbbing of her heart. Every feminine instinct rose in alarm to ouard her hidden secret from him. hag ae ~All, Kathleen—your father’s misfortune, his uae at os the gaming-table, this man Morgan’s power. And they hae want you to marry Morgan, Kathleen ?” i. | a “They do.” ere ae “And you?’ He spoke a little hurriedly. He did Ee want to marry Kathleen himself. He was not in the fe in love with her; but she loved him, and she was an ex- ceedingly pretty girl, and—oh, vanity of the best of men! a —he did not want her to wed another. “What have you said to them, Kathleen?’ : Her head drooped; she made a little, passionate cesture 1 as she turned away. To have him stand here—lovmg —_ him with her whole heart—asking her this, was the bitter- ie est _pang of all. aoe Meee : my we Ses eee een > to a > : Wi ' “Kathleen, my little playmate, they shall not force you s Le those others. Not even your father shall sacrifice you for his own selfish ends. If your heart says no, my little Kathleen, I'll see Morgan at the devil before he’il ever marry you!’ " 4 The impetuous blue eyes flashed, the impettious, Howat ; voice rang out. He towered up before her, a goles . haired King David, beautiful and bright as ever was the __ poet-king of Israel. And he had come here to plead that a unhappy Morgan's cause! 2 “Tl pay your father’s debts myself, and if that petti- on _ fogging cockney attorney makes one demur, I'll pitch him — aS neck and crop into Wicklow Bay! Hang his English _ ae ie Vee a aie | impudence! eat tebe the Mis Ged bree sconnde Se as os