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ak. — And eee ae sin ae ea sgh and his blue eyes Phe fade shen wate a ek _. ready. The lad’s good-looking, as you know, Kathleen, r | and Donna De Castilia is susceptible. In spite of papa’s — recent death, and her trailing crape and sables, she lookes ue «graciously already on the future Earl of Clontarf. “Yes,” * Miss O'Neal, I think I will be called upon to draw up the ” marriage settlements for my lordly cousin before the world wags twelve months longer.” She was tearing up the turf with a fierce, suppressed excitement that must find vent somehow. Gerald Des- mond glanced at her askance. ip “And if I were you, Kathleen, I would take the initia- Ane tive. I would marry Morgan out of hand.” aS “Mr. Gerald!” She turned upon him, her pale cheeks flushing, her eyes flashing in the twilight. “Don’t flare up, you little Celtic pythoness! Yes, ae. would. Morgan’s an Englishman and an attorney—hein= ba * fe ous crimes both, in your eyes and your father’s; but for ‘ all that, you can’t do better. He’s well to do; he’ll make a lady of you, or a lady on a small scale, and no one need © - ever apply to you that nasty little word, jilted: es oar “Gerald Desmond! How dare you: 23 is | Gerald Desmond shrugged his shoulders and smiled. © He rarely laughed. “Coming the tragic muse, eh? Pray, don’t excite your- — self, my dear. -I’m talking like a-father to you. I met Morgan down there beyant, as they say here, and he — begged me most piteously to put in a good word for him. | You've lost Lord Roderick, you see; and I give you my — word, Kathleen, I thought at one time his little flirtation : would have ended seriously. But he has gone down be-- - we yond hope before the Spanish eyes of the Castilian eee * oR and your cake’s dough, Marry Morgan, like a good girl, - BA and live happy forever after, She clutched a handful of grass, and flung it passion | ly over the rocks. 3 } “IT would die ten thousand deaths, I would jump ‘files _ the sea yonder, before | would marry Morgan! { hate ene nial” ie “Poor devil!” said Morgan’s intercessor, niaintivelmes “But 3 ‘il Slarty:s some one, some time, ha know, Kath- a mee mi: Ck 90 Ie) ks. Cont: ‘ Pie - c- = > 4 vs % ~~. -— yt,” £4 my a. : ~ +e + eS om SMe od. eee Sb) eee wo <y eee i