An Eye for an Eye

want yo

uld be unfair to say that they were waiting for him, it is no more than true to sa

n I am to find mys

Marty's last night. What will th

tter much! Life is not long enough, Mrs. O'Ha

leasant l

Father Creech is half as goo

exclaim

, too. And there was a Mr. Finuc

said Mrs. O'Hara, laughing. "Anybody might

oughtn't

are admitted to see convents sometimes.

oo high for the seals now.

e little rocks

s. I wish you'd b

hose canoes all out there

e use of it?" a

arty's bed, you know. I haven't shot as ma

r innoce

ens and ducks, if you co

ey're o

d-bye, Mrs. O'Hara. Good-bye, Miss O'Hara. I shall be

d would not have been said had the priest been present. But how lovely she was; and what a thrill ran through his arm as he held her hand in his fo

consulted, what right could any man have to dictate to him? Certain ideas occurred to him which his friends in England would have called wild, democratic, revolutionary and damnable, but which, owing perhaps to the Irish air and the Irish whiskey and the spirit of adventure fostered by the vicinity of rocks and ocean, appeared to him at the moment to be not only charming but reasonable also. No doubt he was born to high state and great rank, but nothing that his rank and state could give him was so swee

o keep each pledge. As for that sweet, darling girl, would he not sooner lose his life than harm her? But he was aware that an adventurous life was always a life of difficulties, and that for such as live adventurous lives the duty of o

but very heavy injunctions were laid upon him as to his general conduct, and he was eagerly entreated to remember his great duty and to come home and settle himself in England. In the mean time the ties which bound him to the coast of Clare were becoming stronger and stronger every day. He had ceased now to care much about seeing Father Marty, and would come, when the tide was low, direct from

to him one morning when they were out together, looking do

then,"

g of all this? What

t she is more to me than all the world can give or take. I have told her at le

knew what it was to have one child an

n earnest. I

s to be the

old, very infirm, very good, very prejudiced, and broken-hea

en my Kate to such

. You know that to me my Kate, our Kate, is all excellence,-as pure and good as she is bright and beautiful. A

e be ashamed of he

re them of their folly. My uncle thinks

is a gentleman, I presu

upon the truth. But I will not make his last years w

lords Catholics? Were they not all Catholi

hough she were a Princess. And I have told you that she shall be my wife. If th

ou do;-ev

do not think that you can gain

g of the ferocity of a tigress. So intent was her gaze that his eyes quailed beneath it. "By

he knew that he would find her girl. "Kate," he said, going into t

l, s

m o

ays-off, as

m not on and off,

ld you go

calculate, I think, that Ennis is about three-and-twenty

I see you go that you will never come back to me again. I d

ld." Then he lifted her from her chair, and put his arm round her waist.

an I k

I swear i

ie. Do you remember Mariana? 'My life is dreary. He cometh not,' she said. She said, 'I am awear

han hurt you. My uncle is an old man,-a very old man. She cannot understand that it is better that

you to love so

change my heart, Kate. If you can not trust me

ariana, and pretending to fear future misery, all this was Elysium to her,-the very joy of Paradise. She could sit and think of him now from morning to night, and never find the day an hour too long. She could remember the words in which

d-bye. One k

N

ss when I

l;-there. Good-bye, my own, own, own b

-on M

four minutes. Don't I know you?" But he w

if he deceives us?" sai

sure he will

t perhaps as she loved him. He had many things in the world to occupy his mind, and she had but one. He was almost a god to her. She to him was simply the sweetest girl that he had ever as yet seen, and one who had that peculiar merit that she was all his own. No other man had ever pressed her hand, or drank her sweet breath. Was not such a love a t

rom his aunt Lady Scroope. "Your uncle is very ill;-dangerously ill, we fear.

nt. He could understand that though the tidings of his uncle's danger was a shock to him there would be something in the tidings which would cause joy to the