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f heaven, don’ t say su ae he hing. vhy ee ever come here to tempt you to your ruin?? “The ruin would have come the same without Hine me othe i old man said, gloomily. “it was my fate. ButIswearto | you, ‘Kathleen, and this time I will keep my oath, that if _ you save me now, | will never touch cards or liquor while I live again!” ae “You have sworn it so often,” she answered, wearily ; “and, oh, father, you know liow you have kept your word. 4 If I save you! You know I would anne die to keep you from misery and shame.” __ “No one wants you to die,” O’Neal Said: eagerly. “You oe ga young and beautiful, my daughter, and there is a long al id happy life in store for you. ‘You know wio promises a ene and happy life, even in this world, to dutiful chil- d You will be rich, and honored, and happy, as Mor- "gan 's wife,” pee AS Morgan’s wife? !’’ She stood erect, and the soft = eyes, so gentle, so tender always, met her father’s - with a look he had never seen there before. “Happy as iat the wife of a man I hate—a bad, crafty, unprincipled man. ie ‘Father, I will never marry Morgan!” | : ‘Si “Then my blood be upon your head!” cried the old— $f yendthrift, furiously. “I tell you, Kathleen O’Neal, the - _ day that sees Morgan turn us out of house and home, sees 1 my curse, hot and heavy, on you!” wi A Oh, father, father !” hee ap ou refuse Morgan, forsooth!—you, a pauper’s cot- Wee ater s child—the richest attorney in Clontarf—in the coun- iy. But we all know why, you little fool! You're dis- _ gracing yourself, and disgracing your father, by your e lovesick folly for Lord Roderick Desmond. A pretty girl | ae bad -are—a nice, virtuous girl—to be making an idiot of yourself, and the talk of the townland, by your madness. ae Yowil disgrace me next—worse disgrace than Morgan ae _ can bring us. The neighbors whisper about you already, et AE can tell you, my lady. Don’t you know he’s going to _marry this Spanish lady—the heiress of a millionaire, with the best blood of Spain i in her veins, and the beauty atid: ae pride of an empress? You want to marry a lord, Sone : ae é a so turn up your nose at an attorney. But I tell you, yo 1 ou little, ese or tf as mea Bury, doesn’t think : 28 a bal a Sa. ; bee ee porte a mess Bey on "comic icbooks.c com ee" :8 99 ee VAs ~ * AE + ee - tee ce ae Ee