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i . Bt ae ae a Ae bre oh ean e . i. Ly : q ee ae erless well-born. be ab was eine about the country like a prince, adored by high and low even then, while | held his stirrup-leather, and picked out of the mud the guineas he threw to me. Is that not enough? And to- wi day I love the woman he loves, and she flouts me, by _ Jove! almost as dead-and-gone Kathleen flouted you. Is that not enough? He was rich, and handsome, and be- loved, and my benefactor. I was poor and plain, and be- loved by nobody, and the hanger-on of my lord, the king’s < ‘bounty. Was that not enough? But [I won't do as you have done, my foolish Morgan—drown the woman I wor- _ Ship. I mean to do better—make her marry me. And I shall have her, and her fortune, and the coronet of Clon- | - tarf, when Lord Rory’s bones are bleached, and all that bright beauty she loves so dearly is—dust and ashes!” The words hissed out of his lips in the cloud of smoke. Fle had never taken the cigar from between his lips, and his steel-blue eyes gleamed “with a fire bad to see. ~You are a devil incarnate!’ Morgan said, “and -you> have made a devil of me. Give me what you came here to give me, and let us part.”’ oot inl make a devil of you, do I?’ Gerald Desmond laughed good-naturedly. ““You were but one remove _ from an angel before. Poor little Kathleen! I didn’t tell you to drown her, did [?—a very foolish——” _.. Morgan leaped from his chair, and made a clutch ate _ his tormentor’s throat. “By G—! I'll strangle you where you sit! Take care, © Gerald Desmond! It’s not safe, I warn you—it’s not a sate!”’ } “So I see, you overgrown bully!” He thrust his hand _ within his breast- -pocket and pulled out a pistol. “Bah! you fool, go back to your seat, and cease ranting. How —- - soon do you propose to quit Ireland: ae ‘Within the week,” sullenly. “That is well: and don’t remain in England—the air of Great Britain is unwholesome for such as you. Cut to the colonies—Australia, Canada, Cape Coast—any- where, anywhere out of the world. Or stay! Suppose _ you try Columbia, the gem of the ocean? Suppose you ef 4 Fb = Fn! ole Ne : : : J \ 7 Le arts Cre : c& aa oe! ed ? " 7 7 7a, - 4\te > 8 J Wie * oh ty J Ate if: Pra ae _ make for New York?” he CAVE Me money,” Morgan said, with a wolfish glare; ae go EET ) | : col micbooks.com |