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LADY KILPATRICK

ROBERT BUCHANAN

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CONTENTS

CHArrxx

I. INTRODUCES DESMOND AND DULCIE

IL LORD KILPATRICK

III. MR. PEEBLES RECEIVES A MESSAGE

IV. A SURPRISE FOR DESMOND -

V. LADY DULCIE OFFERS CONSOLATION
VL THE MEETING IN THE GRAVEYARD
VII. BLAKE OF BLAKE'S HALL
VIII. MOYA MACARTNEY
IX. IN WHICH MISCHIEF IS BREWING
X. ANOTHER INTERVIEW
XL MOTHER AND SON -
XII. MR. PEEBLES PREPARES FOR WAR

XIII. FATHER AND SON

XIV. LADY KILPATRICK

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117

133

147
166

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XV. THE MOVING BOG ... - 243

XVI. IN WHICH LORD KILPATRICK NAMES HIS HEIR 267

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LADY KILPATRICK .

CHAPTER L

' INTRODUCES DESMOND AND DULCIE.

ON^^a summer evening, twenty years ago,
a girl and a youth were strolling slowly
along the strip of yellow sands which leads
from the iierge of the Atlantic to the steep
line of rock 'dominated by Kilpatrick
Castle.

The girl,'who was not more than seven-
teen years of age, carried her hat and
parasol in her hand : the first a serviceable
article, little superior in form and material
to that generally worn by the superior

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LADY KILPATRICK

peasants of the district ; the other a dainty
trifle in pale blue silk, better in keeping
with the tailor-made dress and dainty
French shoes in which its owner was
dressed. She had a delightfidly fair and
fresh complexion, a little freckled by a too
free exposure to the sun, and her dark blue
eyes shone from under the rather disorderly
waves of her light golden hair with an ex-
pression of harmless audacity and frank
gaiety eloquent of youth and health and
innocence.

Her companion, who might have been
three or four years her senior, was a long-
limbed, supple youngster of the finest
Western Irish type. His hair, long, black
and curly, escaped in natural ripples from
under a battered soft felt hat, and framed
an olive -hued fece of great strength and
delicacy, lit by a pair of black eyes spark-
ling with honest, boyish impudence. The
merest shade of callow down darkened his

upper lip. He wfs clad in rough and

DESMOND AND DULCIE

rather ill-cut tweeds, stained in brown
patches with salt water, and the collar of a
flannel shirt, innocent of stud or necktie,
left to view a sun-tanned, muscular throat.
His long legs kept swinging pace with the
tripping lightness of the girFs walk, and
he looked down at her from his superior
height with a mingling of admiration and
protection very pretty to witness, and of
which she was perhaps a shade too obvi-
ously unconscious.

* We shall be late for dinner,* said the
girl, breaking the first silence which had
fallen upon them since the beginning of
a long day's ramble. * Uncle will be
angry.'

* Sorra a bit,' replied the boy. * The
old gentleman's temper's queer at times,
but it has to be mighty bad before he's
angry with you. And as to being angry
with miy sure I'm used to it. It's not
often he's anything else.'

* My uncle is very fond of you,' said the

LADY KILPATRICK

girl, * and very kind to you — kinder than
you deserve, most people think/

' Your uncle 1* repeated the boy. * Which
of *em ?*

* Lord Kilpatrick, of course !*

* Indeed he is, then 1 He*s been as
good as a father to me nearly all my
life. I owe to him all I have and all
I am/

' Tell me, Desmond,* said the girl, after
another short interval of silence, * why
does Lord Kilpatrick take so great an
interest in you, and yet let you run about
like — like a young colt? Isn't it time
that you began to take life seriously, and to
think of doing something ?*

' Faith, I suppose it is,' said Desmond.
' Fve been trying for the last six months to
find what kind o* life Fm fit for. FU take
to something by-and-by. As to why
Lord Kilpatrick*s so good to me, you
know just as much as I know myself. Lady
Dulcie ; Mr. Peebles, that knows more of

DESMOND AND DULCIE

his ways than anybody else, says 'tis to aisc
his conscience/

* To ease his conscience ?* the girl re-
peated.

* Just that/ said Desmond. * An old
debt he owed and never paid till my
parents were dead. *Twas my mother
asked him to pay it by looking after me.
He promised, and he*s kept his word
— more power to him.'

* Do you remember your parents ?'

' No. Both died before I could run
about. They were gentlefolk, I suppose,
or Fd not be called the Squireen, and IVe
the true gentlemanly knack o* getting into
scrapes. But let's talk of something else.
Lady Dulcie ; 'tis a subject that always
makes me sad.'

* Why ?' asked Dulcie.

*Why,' said Desmond, 'there's times
when I feel like a boat on the sea, all
alone. I've neither kith nor kin, only
friends. You'll laugh at me, I know, but

LADY KILPATRICK

there's times, when Vm by myself, I feel
the mist rising to my eyes and the lump
in my throat, thinking I've never known
a father's care nor a mother's love.'

The bright face had lost its merry im-
pudence for the moment, and the quick,
swinging step slackened.

' Laugh at you !' repeated Dulcie. ' I'll
never laugh at you for that. And / care
for you, Desmond.'

*And that might come to be the
bitterest of all,' said Desmond. ' You're
like a star in the sky above me. Lady
Dulcie. You're a rich young lady, and
I'm only a poor boy dependent on strangers.
But come, now,' he continued after a short
pause, ' I've answered your question, will
you answer mine ? Is it true what I hear
all about the place, that you're to marry
Richard Conseltine ?'

* Nonsense !' said Dulcie, flushing redly.
I'm not going to marry anybody !'

' Ah !' said Desmond dryly, * that's what

DESMOND AND DULCIE

all the girls say, but they never mean
it.'

' I mean it. I think marriage is absurd.
Don't you ?*

' Sure I do/ responded Desmond. * But
the priest says it's convenient, if the world
is to continue. Tell me, now, what d'ye
think of Master Richard ?*

' Think of him ?' said Dulcie slowly.
' Oh, I think — I think he's my cousin,
and as stupid as girls' cousins always are.'

* That's mighty hard on boys in general,'
said Desmond laughingly, ' for they're
mostly some girl's cousin. I may be
myself, for all I know. But Richard's
as fond of you as a fox of a goose — a
duck, I mean. And that's why he hates

* For shame, Desmond ! How has he
ever shown that he hates you ?'

* Shown it ? Faith, he doesn't need to
show it. It just comes out of him like
steam from boiling water. Much I care

LADY KILPATRICK

for the hate or the love of the likes o* him !
I can run him out of breath, fight him
out of time, gallop him out of hearing,
swim him out of seeing, chaff him out of
temper — and as for loving, sure if he loves
you, rU just adore you, and so beat him
at that as well 1'

The girl smiled, with her face concealed
by the brim of her sun-bonnet, and turned
a little away from this brisk wooer, whose
bursts of affectionate impudence were
generally followed by long intervals of
silence.

* You adore too many, Desmond/
' Sorra one but yourself/

* Nonsense !* cried Dulcie. * What were
you doing with Rosie this morning in the
stable-yard ?'

' I mistook her for her mistress/ said
Desmond. 'No, sure/ he added, as the
girl flushed a little angrily, * I don't mane
that.'

* I should think you didn't ** mane that I" '

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said the young lac} ' I should like to
catch you kissing me/

* Vm agreeable to be caught/ returned
the unabashable.

*0h, you Irish boys!' cried Dulcie,
with a transparent simulation of contempt.
*You kiss anybody, so it's no compli-
ment/

' That depends/ said Desmond. ' There's
kissing for duty, and kissing for interest,
and kissing for love. There's a mighty
difference between kissing a rose and kiss-
ing a thorn. But, after all, that's a kiss
but a salutation ?'

* You're a great deal too forward/ said
Dulcie, with an almost matronly air of
reproof.

* Then get behind me,' responded Des-
mond, ' and I'll go backward.'

The battle of wit was interrupted at this
point by the sudden appearance of a man
at the end of the ascent leading to the
Castle. As he approached, the young

LADY KILPATRICK

couple fell apart a little, and advanced to
meet him with a proper and respectful
distance between them.

* It's Blake of Blake's Hall/ said Des-
mond, as he neared them.

* In his usual condition of an afternoon/
said Dulcie.

The man, tall and strongly built, with
a mane of black hair and whiskers streaked
heavily with gray, and a flushed face, was
reeling and tacking along the narrow path.
His hat reposed at a dangerous angle at
the back of his head, and his waistcoat
was open to catch the cooling breeze.
There was an air of jolly ferocity about
him ; but in spite of that and of the dis-
order of his dress and the other signs of
dissipation he carried about with him, the
least observant person in the world would
hardly have taken him for anything but a
gentleman. As he came level with the
young people he stopped in his walk and
in the scrap of Irish song he was chanting,

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DESMOND AND DULCIE

and saluted the young lady with a wide
and unsteady sweep of the hat.

* Good morning. Lady Dulcie/ The
voice, though husky, and at that moment
a little thick with liquor, was sound and
full and sweet, and the brogue simply
defied phonetics to render it. * Ye*re a
cure for sore eyes. Desmond, ye divil,
give us your fin.*

* You have been dining with my uncle,
Mr. Blake ?* asked Lady Dulcie.

* Faith, I have, then,' returned Mr.
Blake ; * and if the company had only been
as good as the dinner and the wine — and
the whisky — 'tis not yet Td been after
leaving it.*

'And what was the matter with the
company ?* asked Desmond.

* It appears to me, Mr. Desmond
Macartney,* said Blake, with portentous,
drunken dignity — *it appears to me, sor,
that a gentleman of the long descent and
the high breedin* of Lord Kilpatrick might

LADY KILPATRICK

have thought twice before inviting a man
o' my blood to sit at the same table with a
low, dirty, six-an-eight-scrapin* thief of an
attorney. The back o* my hand and the
sole of my foot to 'm ! the filthy reptile !
Tve left my mark on *m, an* Tve spoke
my mind of him, and 'twill be a long day
ere he forgets Patrick Blake, of Blake's
Hall/

' My uncle ?' cried Lady Dulcie in a
tone of half amaze, half question.

* Your uncle, Lady Dulcie !' answered
Blake. * 'Tis not in that fashion that a
gentleman of my figure behaves to a
gentlemian of his. 'Tis not at the head of
a nobleman that I throw bottles, nor, sor,'
he continued to Desmond, as if the inter-
ruption had come from him, * 'tis not him
rd call a dirty thief nor a filthy reptile,
and that I'd have ye to know, sor.'

* You've been quarrelling with somebody
at his lordship's table ?' said Desmond.

' I have, then ! And if Dick Consel-

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tine and that white-livered boy of his, and
old Peebles — may the devil fly away with
the whole boodle of 'm — if they hadn*t
interfered and spoilt the sport, Td have
had the ruffian^s blood. By the lud, Td
have smashed him like an egg !' He
drove one powerful fist into the palm of
the other with such force as to over-
balance himself, and was only prevented
by Desmond's restraining hand from coming
to the ground. * *Tis an insult before
Heaven ; 'tis an insult to ask a gentleman to
put his legs under the mahogany with such
a snake as that !'

' You had your legs under the mahogany
a pretty long time before you found 'twas
an insult, from the looks of you,' said Des-
mond dryly. ' Now, look here, Mr. Blake,
'tis not for a boy of my years to be after
offering lessons in politeness to a gentle-
man of yours, but I'll just ask you to
remember that the host whose hospitality
you're insulting is this lady's uncle.'

LADY KILPATRICK

Blake's ferocity vanished with ludicrous
suddenness. He began to stammer
apologies to Lady Dulcie.

*And then, too, Mr. Blake/ continued
Desmond, * you*d claim the right to choose
the guests at your own table — if you had
one/ he interpolated sotto voce ; * and Lord
Kilpatrick, or any gentleman, has the same
right'

' And that's true, if the devil spoke it/
cried Blake. * Desmond Macartney, yeVe
a gentleman. Ye can carry a gentleman's
apology to a gentleman without demean-
ing yourself. Present my apologies to his
lordship, and tell him that Til honour
myself by presenting them personally
when I hear that he's got rid of his present
company.'

*'Tis Mr. Feagus, of Ballymote, that
you've had the row with ?'

* Faith then, it is, and ye can tell him
that if he has the spunk to stand up at
twenty paces I'll do sufficient violence to

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my feelings as a gentleman to honour him
by lettin* daylight into him/

' Nonsense, Mr. Blake/ said Desmond.
' Men don't fight duels nowadays.*

* No, by the saints !* cried Blake ; ' they
stab each other with inky pens, and suck
each other dry with lawsuits, by the help
of such parchmint-scrapin* vermin as Jack
Feagus. *Tis a dirty world we live in,
Desmond, my boy, but sure that's all the
more reason that the few decent men
should stick together. Pm goin* on to
Widdy Daly's shebeen, and if ye're in-
clined for a drink at the stone cow. Til
be proud of your company.*

* Later, perhaps/ said Desmond. * I've
Lady Dulcie to take care of now, you
see.'

* Ah !' said Blake, with a vinous smile
at the girl, ' 'tis the best end of the stick
that ye've got hold of, Desmond Macartney.
Whisky's a good femiliar craythur, but 'tis
a mighty poor substitute for the colleens.

LADY KILPATRICK

Good luck to ye. Lady Dulcie, your
obedient servant/

He swaggered off, his recent anger quite
forgotten, and a moment later the quiet
evening air rang tunably with a scrap of
Irish song :

* And thin he'd reply, with a wink of his eye,
•* Arrah ! Paddy, now can't ye be aisy " '

'TTis a beautiful voice/ said Desmond,
standing still to listen. * *Twould have
been better for poor Blake, maybe, if it
hadn't been so fine ; it's just been the ruin
of him.'

* The horrid old man !' said Dulcie.
' I wonder uncle admits him to his table.'

*Oh, sure, there's no harm in poor
Blake !' said Desmond. * He's nobody's
enemy but his own, and there's no better
company in Ireland, till he gets too much
of the whisky inside him, or sees an
attorney.'

* What makes him hate lawyers so ?'
asked Dulcie.

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DESMOND AND DULCIE

* Sure he has reason/ returned the boy,
who had all an Irishman's apparently
innate detestation of law and its expo-
nents. * He lost one half of his acres in
trying to keep the other half, years ago,
before you and I were born, and Feagus,
who acted for him, played him false.
That's the story, at least, and I don't find
it hard to believe, for he's an ugly customer,
that same Feagus.'

They passed together through the ruined
arch, which had been in former times the
main point of ingress, through the outer wall
of the Castle, the rough and ponderous
stones of which had, in these later years of
peace, gone to the building of stables,
offices, and peasants' cottages. The main
building, a huge castellated mansion with
an aspect of great age and rugged strength,
contrasted strongly in its air of well-kept
prosperity with most proprietorial re-
sidences in that part of Ireland. Skirting
the side of the Castle, they came upon a

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garden and pleasaunce, bright with flower-
ing plants and emerald turf, commanding
a view of the sea, now shining with the
glaring tints of sunset, which were reflected
too by the bay-windows of the Castle
fa9ade.

A heavy-faced, sullen-looking young
man, dressed in an ultra-fashionable dress
suit, and strangling in a four-inch collar,
was sprawling ungracefully on a garden
seat with a newspaper on his knees and a
cup of coffee on the rustic table at his
elbow. He turned at the sound of foot-
steps on the garden gravel, and seeing
Dulcie, rose clumsily to his feet.

* His lordship has been asking for you.
Lady Dulcie/

' Dinner is over, I suppose ?' said Dulcie.

'Yes, dinner is over,' said the young
man, scowling, * and so is the fight.'

' WeVe heard all about the fight from
Blake. We met him on the rocks,' said
Desmond. ^

DESMOND AND DULCIE

The young man took no heed of the
remarky and did not even look at the
speaker.

* Fm getting pretty tired of living down
here among these savages/ he continued to
Lady Dulcie, with an attempt at the accent
of a certain type of London men, a drawl
which struggled vainly against a pro-
nounced Dublin brogue, ' Bottles flying
at people's heads — it isn't my style, you
know/

•Sure,' said Desmond, *if we're so
savage as all that, 'twould be a charity to
stop here among us and civilize us. We're
willing to learn, Mr. Richard Conseltine,
and willing to teach the little we know.'

The young dandy looked at him with a
heavy insolence, in which there was a
lurking touch of fear, but did not deign to
address him.

*His lordship's awPly upset. My
father's with him, and the doctor's been
sent for.'

LADY KILPATRICK

'I'll go and see him/ said Dulcie.
' Desmond, you might go and ask Mrs.
OTlaherty for some dinner for both of us,
I'm as hungry as a hunter.'

* rU follow you directly/ said Desmond

* You'll come at once, if you please,'
she said, with a pretty imperiousness.
' Come !'

They went away together, young
Conseltine following them with a deepen-
ing of his usual ill-bred, angry scowl.

* The supercilious brute !' said Des-
mond under his breath.

* One fight a day is quite enough,
Desmond,' whispered Lady Dulcie.

* Fight !' said Desmond. * Much of a
fight 'twould be. I'd '

* Quite so,' Dulcie interrupted him
quietly. * I know you 'd — and as I don't
want you to, you'll just go quietly, and
ask to have some dinner laid for us, and
keep out of his way for the rest of the
evening.' •

CHAPTER II.

LORD KILPATRICK.

Four of our leading characters, includ-
ing our best apology for a hero, have
introduced themselves. All that remains
to be explained, at least for the present,
is that Dulcie Broadhaven, called by
courtesy Lady Dulcie, was the youngest
daughter of Lord Belmullet, who had
married Lord Kilpatrick's only sister and
left her a widow with several children and
heavily mortgaged estates in county Mayo ;
and that Dulcie was just then paying one
of her annual visits to her uncle's castle in
Sligo. Here she had struck up a friend-
ship with young Desmond, who had for

LADY KILPATRICK

years been a sort of prot^g^ of Lord Kil-
patrick. Only in the wild west of Ireland
are such intimacies common or even
possible, but there, where the greater and
the smaller gentry still meet on terms of
free and easy equality, and where the
vices of more civilized society are still
unknown, they excite no comment.

Mr. Blake's abrupt and angry departure
from the Castle left anything but comfort-
able feelings in the breasts of one or two
of his late convives. Lord Kilpatrick, an
elderly nobleman, whose originally feeble
constitution had not been improved by
early dissipation, and who was afflicted
with a mysterious cardiac disorder, which
caused him constant nervous tremors, was
in a condition of semi-senile anger over
Blake's violation of the sanctities of his
dinner-table. Mr. Feagus, Blake's bete
noire J was naturally and excusably enraged
by the terms of unmeasured contempt in
which the latter had addressed him. He

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LORD KILPATRICK

was almost as great a rascal as Blake
thought him, but he had a full measure
of the commonest of Irish virtues, brute
courage ; and had it not been for the
interference of my lord's brother, Mr,
Conseltine, his son Richard, and old Mr.
Peebles, my lord's butler, valet, general
factotum, and tyrant, Blake might have
had cause to regret his outrage on his
host's hospitality.

*The beggarly bankrupt brute!' he
cried. * By the blood of the saints, Mr.
Conseltine, if 'twas not for the respect
I owe you as my lord's brother — ye used
me ill, sir, in holding me back !'

Conseltine, a dark man of late middle
age, with an inscrutable face and a
manner of unvarying suavity, poured a
bumper of burgundy, and held it out to
the angry attorney.

' Drink that, Mr. Feagus- 'Tis a fine
cure for anger. Maybe I've not used you
so ill as you think. Mr. Peebles,' he

LADY KILPATRICK

continued^ *you had better assist my
brother to his room. Pray be calm^
my dear Henry. The disturbance is over.
If you will permit me, I will do myself
the pleasure of looking in on you before
retiring.'

His lordship, his face twitching, and his
hands tremulous with anger, sat back in
his chair, and pettishly brushed the old
Scotchman's hand from his shoulder.

*At my table!' he ejaculated angrily,
for the sixth time.

* Ay,' said Peebles, with a broad,
dogmatic drawl. *Ye should keep better
company. Come awa', my lord, come
awa'. Ye'll get nae good by sitting there
glowering at folk.'

' Hold your tongue, sir !' snapped the
nobleman. * How dare you address me in
that fashion ?'

* Come awa', come awa',' repeated
Peebles gently, as one speaks to a froward
child. * Ye'U be doing yourself a mischief.'

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LORD KILPATRICK

The old lord rose tremulously, and left
the room on his servant's arm, Mr.
Conseltine stepped rapidly forward to
open the door, and shook his brother's
hand as he passed from the room. Then,
returning, he addressed Feagus, who was
still puffing with anger,

* Sit down, Mr. Feagus. Fill again,
man, and wash the taste of that drunken
blackguard out of your mouth. Yes, yes,'
he continued, seeing Feagus about to
speak; *he's all that you could call him,
but he has to be endured ; he knows too
much to be crossed.'

* Knows ?' snorted Feagus ; ' and what
does he know, then ?'

Conseltine looked warily round before
replying, and then, bending across the
table till his face was within a foot of
Feagus's, he said in a low voice :

* He knows all about Moya Macartney.'

* Moya Macartney !' echoed his son.
* And who, pray, is Moya Macartney ?'

LADY KILPATRICK

* She was a peasant girl, away down in
Kenmare. My brother married her — z
sham marriage — 'twas Blake that played
priest for him, and pretended to be in
Holy Orders/

* That's true!' murmured Feagus. 'And
after — tell him what came of it !'

*The old story, Henry grew tired of
his plaything. One day, when the child —
they had a child — was two years old, he
told Moya the truth. She went on like a
madwoman for a time, and then went
quite cold and quiet. Henry thought
'twas all right, and that she had accepted
the situation; but within two hours she
disappeared, taking the child with her, and
for a month or two nothing was heard of
her.' -

* Well ?' said Dick eagerly.

*Then,' continued Conseltine, *one
night — z devilish cold winter's night it
was, too — the boy was brought to my
brother with a letter. ** Take your child,"

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LORD KILPATRICK

the letter said, ** and as you use him may
God use you ! You'll never hear from me
again/* 'Twas signed *' Moya Macartney,"
and a week later her body was found on
the sands of Kenmare Bay/

* A good riddance/ said Feagus. ' And
now, Dick, guess the name of the
child 1'

Dick looked questioningly at his father,
who said quietly:

* The child is the Squireen, Desmond
Macartney/

Feagus gazed sideways from under his
ponderous brows at young Conseltine. The
boy's sullen mask was almost as inscrutable
as his father's smooth face,

* Does Desmond Macartney guess that
he's my lord's son ?' asked the yfiuth.

' No,' said Conseltine, * A story was
trumped up that he was the orphan son of
people to whom my brother owed obliga-
jtions. He's too big a fool to trouble him-
self asking questions/

LADY KILPATRICK

' Well, then/ said Feagus, * spake out
and let me know what 'tis ye fear/

* I fear my brother's weakness. He may
leave all to this young vagabond, He*s
been conscience - haunted about Moya
Macartney's death ever since it happened,
and I know that more than once he has
made his will in favour of the Squireen.
There's not a square yard of the estate
entailed. He could leave it to a beggar in
the street if he liked, and Dick would get
nothing but the title. I'm as certain as I
can be that he has sent for you to make a
will; and with that old rascal Peebles
always whispering in his ears, praising the
bastard, and running down Dick, there's
danger.'

' Well ?' asked the lawyer, after a pause.

* Well?' Conseltine's smooth voice echoed
him.

There was silence for a full minute,
during which Feagus sat looking over his
glass from father to son.

LORD KILPATRICK

' Plain speech is best, Mr. Conseltine.
Fin a friend of the family — a humble
friend — and Yd like to see justice. Will
ye spake straight, and say what ye'd have
done ?'

Conseltine smiled with half-shut eyes.

* I thought you'd understand me/ he said
coolly. ' Vm sure that the interests of the
family are safe in your hands, and you
may be sure that the family won't be un-
grateful.*

• Ye can trust me, sor/ said Feagus.
* ril take care that justice is done. Ye
needn't fear your brother's wakeness if I
have the drawin' o' the will/

Conseltine nodded again. The worthy
trio brought their glasses together with a
light chink, and drank.

*You see now/ continued Conseltine,
*why Blake has to be humoured. He's
capable of blowing on us in one of his
drunken tantrums, and then the whole
story would be ripped up.' Feagus nodded,

LADY KILPATRICK

* Keep out of his way, Mr. Feagus, or,
if you meet him, control your temper.
That's all I wanted to say, and I think we
understand each other/

' Fairly well/ said Feagus.

* *Tis a pretty kettle o' fish Fm stirring,'
he said to himself, when father and son
had left him alone ; ^ but Til be surprised
if I don't keep the biggest trout for my
own share. Til help Conseltine to get the
estates, and then FU be on his back like the
old man o' the sea on Sinbad's. Here's
success to virtue ! 'Tis a fine drink this,
and 'tis not often. Jack Feagus, that ye get
the chance of drinkin' real wine out of
a live lord's cellar.*

Lord Kilpatrick had meanwhile been
conducted to the drawing-room by the
faithful, though outwardly unsympathetic,
Peebles. Sitting at the open oriel window
in a high-backed antique chair, he drew
in the soft evening air with tremulous
gulps. His face, which in youth and man-

LORD KILPATRICK

hood had been singularly handsome, was
drawn with pain and pettish anger, and
wore that peculiar gray tinge so often seen
in the complexions of people afflicted with
diseases of the heart. His long, waxen
fingers drummed irritably on the arm-pieces
of his chair, so that the rings with which
they were decorated cast out coruscations
of coloured light.

Peebles, a long, dry Scotchman, who
but for his white hair might have been of
any age from thirty-five to eighty, long in
leg and arm, long in the back, long in the
nose and upper-lip, shrewd of eye, dry and
deliberate in action, moved soundlessly
about the room until summoned by his
master's voice.

' Peebles !'

* My lord ?'

* How do I look ? No flattery, now.
Speak out.'

* Much flattery ye'll get frae me, or ever
did,* muttered Peebles, taking his stand

LADY KILPATRICK

before the invalid, and scrutinizing him
with a cast-iron countenance of no name-
able expression.

'Well, Peebles, well! How do I
look?'

* My lord/ said Peebles, after another
thirty seconds* inspection, *you look as
green as grass and as sick as peasemeal !'

* Nonsense ! Pooh ! Rubbish !' Each
word shot out of his lordship's mouth like
a bullet. * I never felt better.'

* Ye never looked worse,' said Peebles.

' God bless my soul !' said his lordship.
' It must be those damn'd globules that
Clarke is giving me. They're ruining my
liver — actually ruining it Infernal idiots
of doctors !' His fingers moved faster.
* Go away, Peebles, go away !'

Peebles retired into the background, and
stood scraping his lantern jaws with his
right hand.

* Peebles I' said the old gentleman pre-
sently.

LORD KILPATRICK

' My lord ?*

' You don't think-

— ' Lord Kilpatrick
paused^ hem'd^ and finally shot the ques-
tion out of himself with a suddenness
which showed how strong a repugnance
he had to conquer before he could ask it —
* you don't think Fm going to die f*

* Ye don't suppose ye're immortal^ do
ye ?' asked the unbending servitor,

* Of course not ! Confound you for an
unfeeling blockhead !' cried his master.
*Give me your advice — tell me what
to do/

* Fm to prescribe for ye ?' asked Peebles,
looking, as he stood outlined against the
oblong of white sky seen through the
window, like the silhouette of some curious
species of parrot.

* If you can T

* What else have I been doing this last
nineteen years/ asked Peebles, *but pre-
scribing the one sure remedy ye winna
tak'? My lord, your disease is pride.

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LADY KILPATRICK

Try the black draught of humility and
the blue pill of atonement !'

' What the devil are you talking about ?'
asked his lordship, looking angrily at his
servant, w^ho returned his gaze quite un-
moved.

* Ye know^ weel w^hat I'm talkin' aboot,'
he returned, w^ith no quickening of his
usual deliberate draw^l. 'Acknowledge
your child, Lord Kilpatrick, and thank
God humbly on your knees for such a son
to bless your declining years.'

* By Heaven !' cried his lordship, sitting
up in his chair, 'you — you — howr dare
you trifle w^ith me ?' The gray shade
deepened on his face, his trembling hands
were pressed against his heart. ' I have
done my uttermost. I have provided for
the boy. I have looked after his welfare
—can a man do more ?'

* Ay, he can ! Desmond Macartney is
your flesh and blood. Acknowledge him
before the world — it's all the atone-

LORD KILPATRICK

ment ye can make to the poor lass that's
gone/

' She was not my wife !'

* Ay was she,' returned Peebles, * in
the sight o' God !'

His lordship struggled up in his seat
with an oath.

' That's enough ! You are out of my
service, Peebles, from this moment — I dis-
charge you !'

' I'm agreeable,' said Peebles, with un-
moved calm.

' And without a character — mind that !'

* Character, is it ?' said the dour old
Scot. * If ever I need one, I'll gang till a
God-fearing man, and no' till your father's
son. Good-aftemoon to your lordship.'

Peebles had reached the door when his
lordship's voice arrested him :

* Stay — stay ! I — ha ! — I command you !'

* Too late !' said Peebles coolly. * I'm
no longer at your lordship's orders — I'm

LADY KILPATRICK

* Nonsense !* said Kilpatrick. ' Why do
you provoke me, Peebles ? I have been a
good master to you — a forbearing master.
If we parted I should — I should miss you/

*No doot o* that/ returned Peebles,
smiling. * Dismiss me, and ye dismiss your
conscience. Dismiss me, and the Deil
has ye, tooth and nail/

His lordship laughed, but with no aspect
of enjoyment.

* You're an assuming old scoundrel,
Peebles. My conscience ? Gad ! — my
conscience, indeed !'

' Ay, and your conscience says, " Make
amends to your own begotten son, the bairn
of the puir lass who died for your sake,
and who loved ye, Lord Kilpatrick.'' '

The old lord's head sank upon his
breast ; his eyes were diqi with a sudden
moisture,

' I loved her^ Peebles — I loved her !'

* And yet ye played that deil's trick on
her, with the aid o' yon scoundrel Blake.'

LORD KILPATRICK

' How could I marry one so much my
inferior ?' asked Kilpatrick tremulously,
* And yet there arc moments when I think
that if — if she had not — if she had had a
little more patience, I might have done it.
There, there,' he continued, with his usual
testiness, * let it sleep. Don't talk about it.
As for Desmond, I have brought him up
almost like my own son and heir. He has
wanted nothing — he shall never want. I
shall provide for him in my will.'

* Grandly, no doot,' said Peebles, with
the abrupt snort which was his laugh,
' with Mr. Conseltine at your lug, pleading
for that smug-faced imp, his son.'

* Desmond shan't be forgotten,' said
Kilpatrick. * Nothing on earth shall make
me forget Desmond.'

* There's just a chance,' said Peebles,
after an interval of silence, scraping at his
chin — * there's just a chance that Desmond,
when he kens ye're his father, will refuse
to tak' a shilling o' your money. I know

LADY KILPATRICK

the lad, for isn't he like the child o' my
ain old age — haven't I watched over him
and seen him grow — haven't I had daily
to lie to him, and tell him that he has
neither father nor mother, but only a kind
friend who knew them both — and haven't
I heard his voice break when he has asked
of his dead mother ? Man alive !' he con-
tinued, in answer to Kilpatrick's stricken
look, *do your duty — acknowledge your
son before the world ! If anything can
get ye a free pass through the gates of
heaven, it will be a deed like that !'

' Gad !' said Kilpatrick, * I've a mind to
do it, if only to spite my brother Dick,
Peebles, do you think I'm a fool? Do
you think I don't know Dick Conseltine ?
He's looking forward to my funeral. He
wants the estate for young spindleshanks,
my nephew. Suppose I showed him a
trick worth two of that, eh ? Ha, ha !'

His lordship's rather spiteful chuckle
was cut short by a rap at the door.

LORD KILPATRICK

Peebles opened it, and Mr. Conseltine
appeared,

* My dear Henry/ he said, advancing
solicitously, * I trust you are better ?'

* Yes, yes,' said Kilpatrick uneasily ;
* but '

* In that case,' said Conseltine, smoothly
interrupting him, * may I talk to you
privately for a few minutes ?'

* If you desire,' said his brother. * Don't
go, Peebles. Never mind Peebles, Dick.
He's my conscience, my — my a/ter ego —
eh, Peebles ?'

* As it is a family matter,' said Consel-
tine, ' I would prefer '

' Peebles is one of the family,' said
his lordship ; * I've no secrets from
him/

* Very good,' said Conseltine, suffering
no shade of annoyance to cloud his smooth
face. * Mr. Peebles doubtless agrees with
me that you exaggerate the gravity of your
condition, and that, unless you specially

LADY KILPATRICK

desire it, the drawing up of a new will
can be postponed. In the will already
placed in my possession you, as is natural,
devise the bulk of your estate to your
next-of-kin. Do I understand that you
desire to alter or modify that arrange-
ment ?*

His lordship, nervously interlacing his
fingers, glanced at Peebles,

* Tell your brother the truth, my lord.
Tell him ye wish to leave the estates to
your own begotten son/

* My brother has no son, Mr. Peebles,'
said Conseltine sternly.

* Ay has he,' said Peebles — * Desmond
Macartney.'

*The fruit of a foolish liaison with a
peasant. My dear Henry '

* Peebles is right, Dick,' said Kilpatrick.
' Desmond should be my heir.'

* My dear Henry !' said Conseltine, * you
must surely be mad. Proclaim your folly
to the world ! Acknowledge a waif and

LORD KILPATRICK

Stray as your flesh and blood ! It is simply
midsummer madness 1 Thank God, what-
ever you do with any portion of your
personal possessions, you can't pass your
patrimonial title to one born out of wed-
lock/

Kilpatrick looked from his brother to
Peebles, and back again, interlacing his
fingers and dragging them apart.

' Faith,* he said, ' that's true, that's
true, Peebles. The title must go to my
next-of-kin. It must go. There's no
help for it, and the title, with nothing to
support it ! eh ? You must see that,
Peebles. Gad, I'm sorry — I'm devilish
sorry !' He rose. ' Never mind, Peebles,
Desmond shan't be forgotten. Trust me,
he shan't be forgotten.'

Conseltine offered him his arm, and he
took it with a glance at his servant.

* Ay, my lord,' said Peebles, with an
immovable face. Mean on your brother.
It's good to have loving kith and kin.'

LADY KILPATRICK

Voices and laughter were heard from
the landing without, and a moment later
Dulcie, with Desmond at her heels,
entered the room.

CHAPTER III.

MR. PEEBLES RECEIVES A MESSAGE.

His lordship welcomed the appearance of
the two young people as a relief from the
further discussion of a painful topic.

* So, young madam/ he said to Dulcie,
pinching her ear, * youVe come back !
And where have you been all the after-
noon ?*

' On the sands/ aid Dulcie. * YouVe
not angry with me, are you ?' she asked,
kissing him in a coaxing fashion, for the
tone in which he had spoken was a little
sharp. * I was so sorry to hear that you
had been upset.*

* It wouldn't have happened if you had

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LADY KILPATRICK

been at the table/ said Kilpatrick. ' I
suppose I have to thank yoUy sir/ he con-
tinued to Desmond, ' for her absence ?
You're pretty spectacles, the pair of you/
he went on, looking at the disordered
dresses, flushed faces and untidy hair of the
young couple. ' YouVe been up to some
mischief, I suppose ?'

' Not this time,* said Desmond, smiling.

' Hold your tongue, boy !' snapped his
lordship, with sudden and inexplicable ill-
temper. ' Don't bandy words with me —
hold your tongue !'

* Yes, sir,' said Desmond.

' Can't you find something better to do
than to go wandering about the place,
mixing with all the loafers and black-
guards in the county ? Can't you speak ?
You can chatter fast enough when you're
not asked to/

* You told me to hold my tongue, sir,'
said Desmond, falling back on Irish pre-
varication and broadening his brogue.

MR. PEEBLES RECEIVES A MESSAGE

' I shall have to take some order with
you, sir/ said Kilpatrick. ' Come to my
study to-morrow after breakfast. It's time
you were doing something — time you
began to think of — of your future. There,
there,* he continued, patting Desmond's
shoulder, ^Fm not angry with you, my boy.
Fve been upset, and in my state of health
the least thing excites me — ^ask Peebles.'

* Ay,' said the Scot, * that's true — ^you've
a troublesome temper.'

* Never mind,' said Dulcie ; ' we'll coddle
you up and comfort you. I'll play a game
of backgammon with you, and if that
doesn't cure you, I'll send over to Gal way
for mamma.'

* For your mother !' cried Kilpatrick.

* My sister Matilda !'

' She's a <M>ital nurse,' said Dulcie.

* She'll set )roli right in a jiffy — as Des-
mond would say.' The bit of slang passed
unnoticed by his lordship in his terror at
the suggestion it conveyed.

LADY KILPATRICK

' Good heavens, child ! Matilda will
be praying over me day and night. I'm
not quite so bad as that — I won't be prayed
over ; but for this little cardiac weakness,
I'm in excellent condition. Ask Peebles.
There, there, go and get your dinner, and
take Desmond with you.'

*I shall come back afterwards,' said
Dulcie.

* Yes, yes !' said her uncle. * Come
back by-and-by and give me my game of
backgammon.'

* I met Mr. Blake on the road, sir,' said
Desmond. ' He asked me to deliver a
message to your lordship.'

'Well,' snapped Kilpatrick, 'what has
the drunken brute to say to me ?'

* Just to apologize for what he did and
said this afternoon/

' His repentance is mighty sudden,' said
Kilpatrick.

'He didn't repent at all till Des-
mond talked to him,' said Dulcie, glad to

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MR. PEEBLES RECEIVES A MESSAGE

get in a word in favour of her sweet-
heart.

* So youVe been giving Blake a lesson in
manners, eh ?' said the old man. ' And
what did you say to him, and how did he
take it?'

Desmond recounted the interview.

* He took it like mother's milk, sir.
Sure he knew he was in the wrong. He's
not a bad fellow, if you know how to
humour him.'

Peebles coughed behind his hand a
dubious note, and Kilpatrick, catching the
old man's eye, said with something of his
former testiness :

* Well, well, that will do — go and eat
your dinner. Peebles, wait on Lady
Dulcie.'

The two young people and the old
servitor left the room together, and
Kilpatrick, sinking back into the seat he
had quitted, sat for some time plunged in
silent thought. Conseltine, leaning against

LADY KILPATRICK

the high, old-fashioned mantelpiece, took
advantage of the shadow with which the
room was filled, and of his brother's
abstraction, to watch him narrowly. The
old lord sighed once or twice, and gave
one or two movements of impatience,
and once the sound of a broken murmur
reached Conseltine's ear, in which he
distinguished only the word * Moya/

' Dick,* said Kilpatrick, suddenly turning
towards him, * I must provide at once for
Desmond — I simply must do it — I should
be a cad if I didn't/

The intently watchful look which
Conseltine's face had worn was replaced
by his general expression of suavity as he
came forward into the ray of light which
was yet coming through the great oriel
window,

* My dear Henry,* he said smoothly,
* you are perfectly right. 'Tis the dictate
of nature and justice — it does you credit/

Kilpatrick, who was anything but a

MR. PEEBLES RECEIVES A MESSAGE

fool, looked at his brother with a curious,
quick, questioning glance. Conseltine
replied to it as if to a speech.

'I know, my dear Henry, I know!
YouVe been thinking me grasping, and
avaricious, and heartless, all this time,
now, haven't you ? And why ? Just
because Fve felt it my duty, as your brother
and Richard's father, to safeguard the in-
terests of the family. The title goes to
Richard, anyhow ; and 'tis but common-
sense, as you said just now yourself, that the
bulk of the property should go with it.
Tis mighty little I can leave him, and a
lord without soil to his foot or a guinea in
his pocket would be a queer spectacle,
wouldn't he ? 'Tis not Lord Kilpatrick,
anyhow, that shall be seen in that pre-
dicament ; but you can provide for Des-
mond, too. You can give him all he has
a right to expect, and still leave enough
for Richard.'

The argument was unanswerable, the

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ll.AB>Y KILPATRICK

'WflflWftir sMidI voice with which it was put
>N<?f«^ $uaive» persuasive, honest; but Kil-
[W*rick*$ only answer was to shoot another
^|Wck» questioning glance at his brother's
Iwiw, and to tap the carpet with his foot.

* What would you call a proper pro-
vision?' he asked, after an interval of
silence.

* Give the boy a profession, and — well,
some hundreds a year. He's bright and
clever, and with that income, and a calling
in his fingers, if he can't make his way
in the world, 'tis a pity.'

* A profession !' said Kilpatrick musingly.
*I don't know what the boy's fit for,
unless it's for a soldier or a sailor.'

* Bad pay and poor prospects,' said
Conseltine. * Why not the Church ?'

His lordship went oflT into a sudden
cackle of laughter.

* The Church ! Fancy Desmond a
priest ! Faith, 'twould be a pretty parish
that he had charge of !'

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* The bar ?' suggested his brother.

* No ; Desmond hates lawyers almost as
much as Blake himself — it's in the blood,
I suppose — Fm none too fond of them
myself. I'll think it over, Dick, I'll think
it over; don't bother me about it any
more at present. Nothing shall be done
without your knowledge and — without
your knowledge, at all events.'

* You are tired ?' asked Conseltine.

* Yes, tired to death.'

' Well, I'll leave you to yourself. Good-
night ; sleep well, and you'll be as sound
as a trout in the morning. I'll send up
Peebles to help you to undress.'

He went; and Kilpatrick, rising from
his seat, began to pace the room from end
to end among the gathering shadows.

* What the devil makes Dick Conseltine
so tender all of a sudden ?' he asked him-
self. * Dictate of nature and justice, indeed !
He hates the boy like poison, that I'm
sure of I can see it in his eye, sly and

LADY KILPATRICK

smooth as he is, every time he looks at
him ; and so does that bull-headed young
fool, his son. It's natural, I suppose.
Faith, then, one sees the hatred that
money breeds — brother hating brother,
father hating son, son father ; the mean-
ness, lying, ingratitude, intriguing ; I'd
rather be the poorest peasant on my estate,
rd rather be Desmond, poor boy; he
knows his friends, at least. Nobody
cajoles and flatters him.'

He fell silent again, and paced the room
with a slower step.

* Poor Moya ! Gad ! how it all comes
back to me! If she had been only a
little more of a lady, just a shade more
possible as my wife ! She was a lady
in heart and feeling; the truest I ever
met, I think. I threw away a jewel
when I cast her off — nineteen years ago.

* Nineteen years ago this month, and it
is all as clear and vivid as if it had hap-
pened yesterday. Poor girl! I can see

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her face now as it was when I broke the
secret to her. It will haunt me till I die,
and after, if all tales are true. I was a
scoundrel ! It was a vile business. There
are moments when I think Peebles is
right : that it is my plain duty to let family
considerations slide, own the boy, and leave
him all. It wrings my heart to see him,
handsome, manly, courageous, loved by
everybody — my son ! my own son ! — and
then look at that long-shanked cub of
Dick's, and think that he, Desmond, is
worth a million of him, worth a planetful
of the stupid, ugly cur. How like his
mother he is ! Sometimes he frightens
me ; it is as if the dead came out of the
grave to accuse me.'

He paused in his walk, and looked
round the darkened chamber as if he feared
an actual hidden presence there; then he
walked to his desk, struck a match, and
applied it to the wick of a small shaded
reading-lamp ; then, stealthily, and with

LADY KILPATRICK

UK>rc than one glance over his shoulder, he
unlocked the desk, touched a spring, and
drew from a secret drawer a scrap of paper
and a miniature portrait. It was to the
paper he gave his first attention. The
writing, originally bold and heavy, had
laded to a ^nt rusty red, the paper was
stained and spotted. 'Take your child,'
he read falteringly ; ' and as you use him
may God use you.' He sat staring at the
flame of the lamp, blurred by the mist of
gathering tears.

* As you use him, may God use
you,' he repeated half aloud. * Fll do my
duty by the boy — I must! Before God,
if Moya were alive! — No, even that
wouldn't mend matters — it wouldn't even
mend her broken heart. It was not that
she wasn't my lady — not that her vanity
was wounded — it was the treachery ! She
loved me — she thought me an honest man.
It was her pride in me that was broken.
Ciod forgive me ! I acted like a villain !'

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He took up the portrait and bent his
eyes upon it with a long, regretful gaze.
It was the work of a true artist, who had
caught and reproduced with actual fidelity
the features and expression of the proud
and tender girl Kilpatrick had betrayed.
The bright, gay face, instinct with youth
and happiness, beamed fi^om the picture ;
the sensitive lips seemed almost to tremble
as the world-worn old man gazed at them.
The dress was that of the better class of
an Irish peasant of twenty years ago ; but
the hand which held the shawl about the
throat wore jewelled rings.

* She sent back the rings — every scrap
and every rag I'd ever given her,' said
Kilpatrick. They lay in the secret drawer,
and rattled as his blanched fingers drew
them forth. * She wouldn't wear the
dress Fd given her when she had this
taken. ** Let me be as I was when you
first knew me, when the great lord wasn't
ashamed to tell the poor girl he loved her.

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LADY KILPATRICK

With a sudden passionate gesture of
love and remorse, he carried the picture to
his lips.

* My lord !* said a voice so startlingly
close that it seemed to be at his very ear.
Kilpatrick turned with a start and beheld
a dim form standing in the shadow of the
door.

* Confound you!' he said. *Who is it?*

* Just Peebles/ said that worthy with his
usual slow Scotch drawl.

* Confound you/ said his lordship again,
'why didn't you knock ?'

' I knocked twice,' said Peebles, * and
got nae answer. Mr. Conseltine told me
ye needed me.'

Kilpatrick dropped the letter and the
miniature back into the desk and closed
and locked it before speaking again.

* Is Feagus still below ?'

* Ay,' said Peebles. . * He's drinking
with Mr. Conseltine and Mr. Richard.
He's just as drunk as a lord — begging your

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lordship's pardon. It's an old proverb,
and like the most o' proverbs, it has its
exceptions/

* Drunk, eh ?' said his lordship musingly.

* Verra drunk !' said Peebles. * It's
seldom he gets such liquor as comes out
o' your cellar, my lord.'

* I suppose so,' said Kilpatrick absently ;
* I suppose so. Well, you can help me
to undress, Peebles, and then you can tell
Mr. Feagus — you can tell him — tell him
I'll write him regarding the business I
have in hand.'

Peebles, his face hidden in the darkness
which surrounded the little circle of light
cast by the reading-lamp, smiled sourly.

* Verra weel, my lord,' he said; and
Kilpatrick, rising, accepted his arm as a
support to his bedroom.

Half an hour later Peebles descended
to the dining-room, where he found Mr.
Feagus with his head on the table and one
arm curled lovingly round an empty bottle.

LADY KILPATRICK

It took some trouble to rouse him, and
even when awakened he was for a time
oblivious of his surroundings. At last,
dimly defining the figure of Peebles, he
took him for Blake, and rising with a sort
of paralytic alertness, bade the old man
stand upon his defence. Peebles, from a
safe distance, proclaimed his identity ;
thereupon the lawyer, relinquishing his
pugnacious ardour, wept copiously, and
would have embraced him.

* Gang hame — gang hame, now !' said
Peebles, repulsing him ; thereupon Mr.
Feagus's tears ran faster. * My lord will
send for ye if he should hae need o*
ye;

* You*ll come and have a drink with
me, just for the sake of old times, Mr.
Peebles ?' said Feagus.

* YeVe had drink enough,' said Peebles ;
^ gang hame !' and bundled him through
the French window opening on the lawn.
Finding himself in the open air, Feagus

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made straight by instinct for the high
road. Peebles stood at the window watch-
ing him tacking and reeling along the
path until he had passed out of sight, and
was about to return and close the window,
when he heard a voice hailing him —
' Misther Paybles ! Misther Paybles !'
Peering into the darkness, he made out a
dim form approaching him.
'Who is it ?' he asked.

* *Tis me, sure — Larry.*

Peebles recognised the lad, a henchman
of Desmond's, a village loafer, generally to
be found in the company either of the
Squireen or of Lady Dulcie's maid, Rosie.

* Weel, Larry ! What hae ye there r

* 'Tis a letther !' panted Larry.

* For my lord ?'

* No, 'tis for yourself.'

* And where did ye get it ?'

* I met a poor woman at the foot o' the
hill, and she asked me if I knew one
Misther Paybles. " Sure I do," says L

LADY KILPATRICK

•* Then," ses she, " will ye earn the blessin'
on a poor craythur by givin* this into his
own hand ?" ** I will," ses I — and here
I am/

Peebles accepted the scrap of paper
Larry held out to him, and walking to the
chimneypiece, read it by the light of the
lamp : * One who comes from Kenmare,
and who knew Moya Macartney' — he
started, but, remembering Larry's presence,
controlled himself and read on — * would
like to speak with him who was the best
of friends to that poor colleen before she
died. Will you meet the writer at ten to-
morrow night in the churchyard by the
lake-side and hear her message, for poor
Moya's sake ?'

Peebles stood silent for a moment, the
paper shaking in his fingers-

* Who gave ye this, did ye say ?' he
asked.

* A stranger,' said Larry. * She said
there was no answer.'

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* Verra weel/ said Peebles, in a tone as
near commonplace as he could make it.
* ril attend to it/ Larry saluted and
vanished.

Left alone, Peebles mused :

* What's the meaning of this ? What
mystery's here ? A droll kind o' message,
and a droll kind o' place for an appoint-
ment, ahd a droll hour o' the night for a
respectable man to be gadding about a
kirkyard. Weel, weel ! Maybe it's one
of Moya's kin anxious to hear news aboot
the bairn. Be she friend or foe, angel or
deil, ril be there.'

CHAPTER IV.

A SURPRISE FOR DESMOND,

Mr. Richard Conseltine, junior, was
not a young man of brilliant parts, but,
like most intellectually slow people, he
made up for the paucity of his ideas by
the intensity with which he dwelt on
those he possessed. He had made up his
mind quite easily and naturally that his
uncle's belongings should come to him in
their entirety along with the title. He had
grown to early manhood in the unques-
tioning belief that such would be the case.
But now, to his amazement, he had
learned of the real relationship existing
between his uncle and the Squireen. Up to

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that moment, Mr. Conseltine had thought
it well to keep the knowledge from his
son.

The two boys had hated each other,
almost at first sight, with a quiet instinc-
tive ferocity as of cat and dog. In his
sullen grudging fashion Richard detested
all who were not subservient to his wishes
and interests, and especially hated anybody
who was his superior in matters in which
he most desired to excel. Desmond^ as
bright and quick as he himself was lumpish
and dull, compared with him to his disad-
vantage at every turn. The poor Squireen,
who owned not a single acre of soil, and
was dependent upon Richard's uncle for his
daily bread, for the clothes he wore, was
the idol of the district. Mr. Richard
Conseltine, the independent young gentle-
man of birth and means, was everywhere
tacitly, and not unfrequently overtly, set
at naught. In those exercises which are
popular in all rural districts, and especially

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LADY KILPATRICK

among the sport-loving people of Ireland,
Desmond was easily Richard's master.
He was the best shot, rider, angler,
boxer, dancer, and fly-fisherman of his
years in the county. He was handsome
in person, and had with all women, young
or old, that serene and beautiful assurance
which of all masculine qualities recom-
mends itself most instantly to the feminine
heart.

All women loved him, and did their
best to spoil him. Every man and boy
on the estate was his willing servant and
accomplice in the freaks and frolics and
breaches of discipline in which he de-
lighted, confident that the simple excuse,
* 'Twas the Squireen that asked me,' would
be quite sufiicient to calm the wrath of my
lord or his agent, or even of the dreaded
Mr. Peebles, before whom, it was popularly
believed, even his lordship trembled.

Richard could not but contrast this
willing and eager service with the frigid

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obedience which was paid to him as the
future owner of the soil. Had he been
other than he was, he might have found a
lesson in the contrast, and have penetrated
the simple secret of Desmond's popularity,
which lay more in his sunny good-temper,
his quick sympathy, his courage and
generosity, than in the physical superiorities
which so galled his cousin's envious mind.

Ideas, it has been said, were not common
with Richard, but the evening of the
events just recorded was made additionally
memorable to him by the implanting of a
new one in his mind. He had happened
to pass on the terrace below the open
window of the drawing-room during the
conversation held between Lord Kilpatrick
and the faithful Peebles. The window
was open, and the calm evening air had
brought one single utterance of the old
servant's distinctly to his ears.

* There's just a chance,' the deliberate
Scotch voice had said, *that Desmond,

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LADY KILPATRICK

when he kens ye're his father, will refuse
to tak* a shilling o* your money.'

Now, the moment Richard was made
aware of Desmond's illegitimacy, the secret
began to tremble at his lips. He longed
to dash the insolent triumph of the name-
less adventurer who diminished his chances
of succession, and by every morsel he ate
seemed to lessen the future possessions
of the rightful heir. He was only re-
strained from insulting Desmond on the
score of his birth by his father's strenuous
assurance that to touch on that matter
might be to lose his uncle's favour at once
and for ever. Conseltine senior had im-
pressed that belief on him very forcibly.
Richard rolled the sweet morsel of in-
solence round his tongue a score of times,
with a rich anticipation of the time when
it should be safe to humiliate his adversary
by full publicity.

Peebles' words came to him as a verit-
able revelation. For just a minute th^

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solution of the whole difficulty, so long
sought, so ardently desired, seemed almost
ludicrously easy. He had only to acquaint
the Squireen with the truth in order to
secure the even greater and much more
solid pleasure of inheriting his uncle's
estate. Then a doubt came and chilled
him. We are all apt to fancy that our
neighbour's conduct in any given condi-
tions will closely resemble our own con-
duct under like circumstances. Richard
knew, and — ^no criminal being ashamed of
his own instincts— confessed to himself
quite openly and with no embarrassment,
that if he, in Desmond's place, had learned
the secret of his birth, the effects of the
knowledge would certainly not be those
foreshadowed by Peebles. Rather the
contrary ! The stain on his name would
have been an added claim on the generosity
of the father who had so wronged him.
Still, a fiery-tempered fool like Desmond
might think difierently. Peebles' words

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LADY KILPATRICK

Stuck in his mind, and returned during the
night with a constant reiteration, keeping
sleep at arm's length. Again and again
his clumsy imagination tried to realize the
effects of the betrayal of the secret, until
he determined to take the trouble to his
hthcT, and consult with him as to the best
fine of conduct to be followed.

He descended to the breakfast-table to
find my lord and his father seated together
there, attended by Peebles, but neither
Desmond nor Dulcie was present. In
answer to a remark on their absence from
Kilpatrick, Peebles deposed to having
heard them laughing and talking on the
lawn at least three hours earlier, and sug-
gested that they had gone on one of their
eternal excursions. Breakfast was almost
over when they appeared, flushed and
radiant Kilpatrick had shown some testi-
ness in remarking their absence, but Dulcie's
good -morning kiss had quite dissipated
his gloom, and he listened with a good-

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tempered smile to their chatter about the
morning's adventm'es.

* Don't forget to come to the study,
Desmond/ he said, as he rose and passed
out on to the terrace with his newspaper.

* All right, sir,' said Desmond.
Conseltine also withdrew, leaving the

three young people together, Richard
sitting apart, and scowling angrily at
Dulcie and her companion, who ignored
his presence completely.

* Dulcie,' he said suddenly, * won't you
come into the drawing-room and teach
me that song ? You promised, you
know.*

*Not now,' said the girl, ^I'm busy.
I've got to go and look out my fishing-
tackle.'

* Are you going fishing ?' asked Richard.

* Yes,' said Desmond ; * she's going with
me.'

' I wasn't addressing you,' said Richard.

* Thank you for the honour you do me

LADY KILPATRICK

ki not addressing me!' said Desmond
quietly.

There was something in Richard's
manner which the lad could not define^
something more than usually insolent and
offensive.

^I really thinks Dulcie/ said Richard^
^that you might give us a little of your
company now and then, instead of running
all over the county like a madcap with all
the tatterdemalions in the village. I wish
we were back in Dublin, with civilized
people about us.'

'Really^ Mr. Conseltine/ said Dulcie
quietly, but with a manner which marked
her sense of the side-sneer at Desmond,
^I can choose my society without your
assistance.'

The lowering look which always rested
on Richard's heavy features deepened.

* No, you can't,' he said roughly; * or, at
all events, you don't. You're getting your-
self talked about all over the county,

isri

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wandering about like a girl off the hillside
with any vagabond who *

*I beg your pardon/ interrupted Des-
mond, with great smoothness of manner,
but with a dangerous glitter in his eyes,
*but civility costs nothing, Mr. Richard.
Were you alluding to me at all ?'

*Well/ said Richard, trying hard to
revert to his usual manner of heavy inso-
lence, but speaking angrily, ^ and what if I
was ?*

* Why ' returned Desmond, rising.

* Don't be afraid. Lady Dulcie,rm not going
to quarrel. If Fve said or done anything
to give offence to this kind, civil-spoken,
amiable young gentleman, I'm willing and
anxious to apologize. What's my offence,
sir?'

^ You hang too much about the Castle,'
said Richard. ^I know his lordship en-
courages you, but you ought to know better
than to presume on his good-nature.'

* Don't you think,' said Desmond quietly,

LADY KILPATRICK

* that you might leave his lordship to say

that ?'

* You're not fit company for my cousin/

cried Richard hotly.

Dulcie rose with an exclamation of anger,
but Desmond laid his hand upon her arm,
and she remained silent.

* And don't you think/ continued Des-
mond again, ^ that you might leave that for
your cousin to say? She hasn't said it yet*

* Said it !' cried Dulcie, in a white heat
of anger ; * why should I say it ? A gentle-
man is fit company for anybody.'

* A gentleman V sneered Richard. * A
gentleman ! Yes, but you should be able
to tell the diflFerence between the real
article and the counterfeit.'

* Oh !' said Desmond, quietly still, but
with more keenly glittering eyes and a
pulsating voice. * And I suppose Fm the
counterfeit ? Is that what you mean ?'

*That IS just what I mean/ returned
Richard.

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' Then/ said Desmond, * if Lady Dulcie
will do us the honour to leave us to our-
selves, or if you'll kindly step out on the
lawn, the counterfeit will give the real
article a taste of his quality.*

* Desmond !* cried Dulcie.

'All right. Lady Dulcie,* said Desmond,
soothing her with his hand, and keeping
his eye on Richard's face.

The girl let the endearing tone and
action pass unregarded. They stung Richard
to fury.

* You beggar 1* he cried.

Desmond made a step towards him ;
Dulcie clung to him, beseeching him to
be quiet.

* Don't be alarmed, now,* said Desmond,
with his Irish blood dancing in his veins,
and his heart all aglow with love of battle.
*We*re only going to have a small civil
kind of a fight, just to see how real
he is!*

Peebles, who had entered the room un-

LADY KILPATRICK

observed, overheard these last words, and
came between the combatants.

'Master Desmond/ he said, 'Vm surprised
at ye. Yell no' disgrace his lordship's
house by brawling in it, as if ye were in
a tap-room or a hillside shebeen ?'

* Stand out of the way, if you please, Mr.
Peebles,' said Desmond.

' That rU no' do,' returned the old Scot.
* Ye'll just be a sensible lad, as I've always
thought ye, and tell me what's the trouble.
You're the calmest. Master Richard —
what's a' the steer aboot ?'

^ I warned that ruffian,' said Richard, * to
avoid my company. He retaliated, as you
see, and *

* You insulted him cruelly !' cried Dulcie,
with a heaving breast, and a glitter of tears
in her soft eyes. * Never mind him, Des-
mond — come away !'

* Insult AimT cried Richard. Peebles'
presence, and the near neighbourhood of
his lordship, gave him some sense of

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security, and Dulcie*s obvious sympathy
with the object of his antagonism enraged
him beyond all control. * Insult him ! By
the powers ! Ask him who and what he is,
and then youll know what right he has to
be in your company, or in the company of
any young lady/

The anger half £ided from Desmond's
face, and gave way to something of a look
of astonishment.

^ Who and what I am ?' he repeated.
* Sure, Fm Desmond Macartney/

Richard repeated the name, and gave a
scornful laugh.

^ And who has anything to say against
me? I'm as good a gentleman as your-
self.'

' That's a lie,' said Richard. ' You're a
pauper, dependent on my uncle's charity
for bread.'

Peebles let out a slow growl of remon-
strance and warning, through which
Dulcie's voice sounded like the clear note

LADY KILPATRICK

of ft flute through the scraping of a violon-
cello.

^ For shame I' she cried^ her cheeks burn-
ing with a hot flush of generous indigna-
tion.

* Shame!' cried Richard. * If there's any
shame^ it's there !' He pointed his finger
straight at Desmond.

* Hold your fool's tongue !' said Peebles
gruffly.

^ I will speak !' shouted Richard. * Every-
body knows — ^he knows — that his mother
was a common peasant woman^ and that
he is my uncle's bastard !'

Desmond sprang past Peebles with a
cry, and struck his traducer in the face.

*Keep him off!' cried Richard, white
and reeling from the blow. * Curse you,
Peebles, why don't you keep him off?'

* Ye fool !' said Peebles, with angry
contempt. ^Ye pitiful, cowardly fool,
'twad serve ye right if he beat the life oot
of your carcase !'

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Desmond, blind with fury, had seized
Richard by the throat

* Down on your knees !* he cried.
^ Take back those words !*

Just then KHpatrick's gray face and
trembling figure appeared at the room
door — none but Peebles saw him.

^ Take them back !' cried Desmond,
raising his fist to strike again.

* Let me go !* cried Richard desperately.
Desmond's hand slackened on his collar.

* Speak r he cried. ^Tell me, or I'll
strangle you ! Is it the truth yeVe told
me ? Is Lord Kilpatrick my fiither ?'

* Yes,' cried Richard, * and you know it !'
Desmond released him, and fisU back.

with a moan. Cur and coward as he knew
the man to be, his words carried conviction.
As by a lightning-flash, he read the mean-
ing of a thousand details of his past life,
which, thus illuminated, went to prove the
truth.

*My mother!' he said. 'My mother!

LADY KILPATRICK

No, no ! Don't say it — don't say it ! Don't
say it, for the love of God ! I can't bear
it !' He broke into a terrible sob.

* Ye're just the champion fool o* my
experience/ said Peebles, as he passed
Richard on his way to the door, to the
frame of which Lord Kilpatrick was
clinging, looking on the scene with haggard
eyes.

* You cad !' said Dulcie, flinging the
word at Richard like a missile.

' Peebles ! Desmond ! What's all this?'
cried his lordship.

* The secret's out, my lord,' said Peebles.

* The poor lad knows he's your son.'

Kilpatrick looked with a ghastly face
towards Desmond, who glared back at him
like one turned to stone.

* Uncle,' cried Dulcie, * speak to him.
Tell him it is not true.'

* It is true,' said Kilpatrick hoarsely.

* Desmond, my boy, my son, speak to
me!'

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* Tou r said Desmond. ' You — you are
my father ?*

Lord Kilpatrick tottered into the room
and fell into a chair.

' And my mother* said Desmond — ' my
mother ? What of her ?'

^ She died^ long years ago^' said his
lordship.

'Who was she? Speak!' cried Des-
mond — * speak ! I must know !'

* She was named Moya Macartney/ said
Kilpatrick. ' She was — she *

' She was not your wife ?* said the boy.
* Then I am — I am what he called me !*

* Convention !' cried Kilpatrick — ' mere
convention ! I acknowledge you as my
son. Who will dare to point at you ?
Take witness, all of you !' he cried, rising
from his seat, ' Desmond Macartney is my
son. Those who will receive him and
treat him as such are welcome here.
Those who will not, let them go tljpir
ways.*

LADY KILPATRICK

* Uncle !* cried Dulcie, * God bless you !
Desmond *

'Hush, Lady Dulcie!* cried Desmond.
* Don't speak to me now, or my heart
will break. I was too happy to-day,' he
said brokenly ; ' I might have known that
trouble was to come.*

Kilpatrick made a movement towards
him«

' Keep back !' said Desmond. ' Don't
come near me ! Fm her son, not yours,
ril never eat your bread, or call you
father.'

So saying, he pushed his way past
Peebles, who sought in vain to restrain
him, and with one wild glance at the
assembled group, rushed from the room
and ran like a death-struck deer from
Kilpatrick Castle.

CHAPTER V.

LADY DULCIE OFFERS CONSOLATION.

On Desmond's departure, Dulcie left the
room, and ran swiftly to her own chamber.
Her hurried ring at the bell was answered
by her maid, Rosie.

* Mr. Desmond has left the Castle/ said
Lady Dulcie. * He has had a misunder-
standing with his lordship. Follow him,
and tell him not to leave the village till he
sees me. Quick !'

' Sure, there's no hurry,' said Rosie coolly.

' But there is !' cried Dulcie. ' The
poor boy has quarrelled with Lord Kil-
patrick, and vows that he will never
come back.'

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* Hell not lave the place without sayin*
fisirewell to the boys at Widdy Daly's/
said Rosie. * There's a grand dance there
to-night, and the whole counthryside will
be there. FU just go to the shebeen,
and tell the widdy and the boys to kape
on the watch for 'm, and lave word
that I have a message for him from your
ladyship.'

Rosie's instinct had not deceived her,
for that night Desmond was found sitting
in the kitchen of the rude hostelry
kept by the Widow Daly, listening
to the strains of Patsey Doolan's fiddle,
and sombrely watching the dance of boys
and colleens, in which, for the first time
during their long experience of him, he
had declined to take part. Rosie delivered
her message. Desmond heard it with a
half-averted face, which did not hide from
the girl's keen eyes a flush of pleasure on
his cheek. He pressed her hand grate-
fully, but shook his head with a sad smile.

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* 'Tis like her, Rosie — 'tis like her. But
that's all over now. What can she have to
say to a poor devil like me ? She's up
there with the reigning government of
angels, and I'ni down here with the
opposition. Well, never mind! The
world's wide, and there's room in it some-
where for us all. Don't stand staring at
me there, Rosie, as if I was a show in a
hit. There's Larry dying to shake the
rheumatism out of his legs. Play up,
Patsey, you rogue, and put the music into
their heels 1'

*Ye'll dance yourself, Mr. Desmond?'
said Rosie. * I'd be proud to stand out on
the floor wid ye.'

* And, sure,' said Larry, * I wouldn't be
iealous if ye did!'

* No, no,' said Desmond. * Go and
enjoy yourselves, and leave me to myself.
Play up, play up !' he shouted wildly, ' and
the devil take the hindmost !'

Rosie- and Larry left him with pitying

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^tnces. The dance proceeded, the Squireen
sitting apart and looking on with haggard
eyes at the mirth he had so often
shared.

A sudden cessation of the music and the
measured beat of feet upon the earthen
floor made him look round. Lady Dulcie
stood just within the door.

^ Lady Dulcie !' Desmond cried in as-
tonishmenty and rose and went towards
her. • What has brought you here ?'

'I've come to speak to you/ she said.

* Desmond, I must speak to you.*

* But,' replied the boy, * this is no place
for you.*

* It's the place where you are,' said the
girl, with a tender look shining in her eyes,
^ and that's enough for me.'

Larry, standing arrested with his arm
about Rosie's waist, caught the words.
' D'ye hear that ?' he said to his partner.

* Clare out, boys,' cried the widow.

* There's the rale stuff in the next room ;'

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and in a moment, as if by magic, the
whole company melted away,— only Larry
and Rosie lingering at the door.

Widow Daly wiped the seat of a stool
for her guest, and set it for her.

*Sit ye down, my lady. Ye're kindly
welcome.'

Dulcie sat, looking up in Desmond's face.

* She's the light of his eyes/ whispered
Rosie to her sweetheart. * See how she
looks at him/

* Ah !' said Larry, * when will ye be
afther lookin' at me like that ?'

* When your desarts arc ayqual to your
impudence !

She curtsied, and drew Larry from the
room after the others. The Widow Daly
followed, dropping an ecstatic curtsey
before she disappeared.

There was a long pause.. Desmond sat
looking sadly at the fire.

^ Desmond !'

' Yes, Lady Dulcie/

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* Dulcle to you, now and always/ she
said^ taking his hand.

* Don't, don't !' said the lad. * I can't
bear it. Td rather you let me drift away
from you like a leaf on the running water.
I can bear all the rest, but not your pity/

* It's not pity that brings me here,' said
the warm-hearted girl, with all her heart
in her face. * It's something more. I've
come to ask your forgiveness.'

* My forgiveness !' cried Desmond.
' For what ?'

* For all my foolish vrays — my thought-
less words. I ought to have known better.
But we were both so young. Well, I was
a child this morning, but seeing your
trouble, I feel to-night like an old, old
woman.'

' Ah ! You're still what you always
were, Dulcie, sweet and beautiful. Twas
on a sunny summer's day God made ye,
and 'twas the brightest bit of work He
ever did !'

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* You're not going away, Desmond ?'
she besought him.

* I must,' he answered.

' I came to ask you for your father's
sake, for mine, to stay a little while. You
will, Desmond ? For my sake !'

' They're words to conjure with, Dulcie,'
said Desmond. * But sure I can't. D'ye
know what they'll all be calling me ?
D'ye know what name they'll soon be
giving me ? How can I stay and look you
in the face ?'

* Oh, Desmond,' she pleaded, * your
father '

* Don't spake of him !' cried Desmond.

* He loves you, Desmond. He'd give
his right hand to put things right. If you
will remain he will acknowledge you as
his son — make you his heir.'

Desmond shook his head.

*He can't give me the one thing I
want,' said Desmond proudly and sadly.
' He can't take the blot off my name, the

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*8tain off my mother's. He can't turn back
the years and bring her from the grave/

^ He can make amends^' said Dulcie.
^ He will/

*It's too late for that, too/ answered
Desmond. * Ah, spare me, Dulcie! Don't
speak of it! Don't remind me of my
disgrace !'

* Your disgrace ?' repeated Dulcie.
* Where is the disgrace to you? Where
there is no sin there can be no shame;
and you are innocent. Desmond, there are
others who care for you. There's one,'
she added softly, * who would give all the
world to see you happy. Don't make her
miserable by going away.'

* You mean that ?' cried the boy. * No ?
Oh, Dulcie, don't be too good to me !
Don't let me think you care for me !'

* Why not, when I do care for you ?'
returned the girl. * And I do, I do !' She
took his hand and rose from her seat. * I
think you're very ungrateful.'

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* Ungrateful ! To you P

*Ye8, You think me a child still, a
doll, with no hearty or head, or will of
my own. Ah ! you don't know me. If
you were to say, now, '*Dulcic, I want
you," rd follow you to the end of the
world/

* Dulcie !' He stretched his arms
towards her, but fell back and let them
drop at his sides again. ^ I daren't ! I
mustn't ! There's a great black river run-
ning between you and me.'

Dulcie laughed with the old dashing
spirit, so alien to his own.

* Then show your pluck. Strip off your
coat, plunge in, and swim across the river !
I'll help you up the bank when you reach
the other side.'

* Oh, Dulcie ! my darling !' Desmond
caught her in his arms with a sudden gust
of passion, and strained her to his breast.

* Dulce, dulce domum !' she said with
another laugh, though her own eyes were

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brimming. *You may kiss me if you
like/ she added with ineffable drollness.
Choking with tears, he pressed his lips to
her face. * That's a dreadfully damp kiss.
Sure, you've swallowed the river. . • . No,
you shan't go. I've got you, and I mean
to keep you.'

* You — you love me, Dulcie ?' said Des-
mond, breathless with wonder and delight.

'A wee little bit,' said Dulcie; * just the
least little bit in the world. Now, just sit
down like a good sensible boy and listen
to me. No more nonsense, if you please,
about *' shame " and ** disgrace." Our
parents don't consult us as to the how and
the where of our being born, and I don't
see why we should trouble our heads about
them ! A boy's a boy, and a girl's a girl,
and this boy and girl quite understand
each other. Don't we ?' she asked, nest-
ling up to him. * I never knew you to be so
backward before, Desmond ! That river has
washed all the old impudence out of you.'

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Her raillery could not altogether con-
quer Desmond's gloom.

* It can't be, Dulcie. You're only
opening the door to a fool's paradise for
me. I've lived in one long enough. Tis
time I came out and looked at the world
as it is. It can never be. It's madness to
think of it. Even if it were different,
even if the trouble had never fiillen on me,
I could never have hoped to win you.
You're a lady. I'm only the Squireen.*

* You've grown mighty humble all of
a sudden,' said Dulcie. * You weren't like
this only this afternoon. After I'd waded
with you across the pool, you had the im-
pudence to kiss my shoes.'

'Sure I did,' replied Desmond. 'And
I'm ready now to kiss your feet.'

'That's better,' said Dulcie, nestling
nearer yet. 'That's more like the old
Desmond. But a boy of taste would look
a little higher. The mouth's prettier, and
more " convanient," as you'd call it.

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Ah r she continued, with a sudden gush of
tenderness, Mon't think me too bold!
don't think me an outrageous little flirt !
It wasn't till I felt your trouble that I
knew my own heart, and learned that I
loved you so much/ She broke into a
sudden sob. *Tell me you're not miser-
able any more !'

* Miserable !' cried Desmond, almost
sobbing too ; * I'm the most miserable and
the happiest man in Ireland. But, oh,
Dulcie, darling, I've sworn '

* But you mustn't !' said Dulcie, laying
her fingers on his lips. * My sweetheart
mustn't swear.'

* I mean, Dulcie, that while this shadow
is over me I can never hold my head
up again. I must leave this place.
I've neither land nor title, father nor
mother '

' I don't want your land or your title,'
interrupted Dulcie, ' nor your father and
.mother. I want you, and I've got you,

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and I shall keep you. Try to get away if
you dare 1 You can't !'

A sound behind them made them both
start, and, turning quickly, Desmond be-
held Peebles standing in the doorway.
He turned away to brush the tears from
his eyes, but Dulcie hailed the intruder
with delight.

* Come in, Mr. Peebles,' she cried, ' and
talk to this stubborn boy. He won't
listen to me a bit.'

' Is that so ?' said Peebles dryly, scratch-
ing at the scrap of gray whisker which
decorated his cheek. * I thought jest noo
he seemed very attentive to your discourse !
Desmond, laddie,' he continued, * my lord
has sent me after you. Noo, noo, ye'U
just hear me deliver my message. He's
oot of his mind, almost, clean daft, and
neither pancreatic emulsion nor leever pills
will hae much power to help him through
in this trouble, I'm thinking.'

*Tell Lord Kilpatrick from me,' said

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Desmond^ when he could trust his voice,
' that I've nothing more to say to him.'

*Hoot, lad!' said Peebles. ^Blood's
thicker than water. Ye can't shake off
the ties of relationship in that fashion, and
cast awa' your father like an old glove.
For, after all, ye ken, he is your fether.'

* No !' said Desmond. * He's no father
of mine.'

'Then he himself is sairly mista'cn,'
quoth the old servitor. * He's been leevin'
for years under that impression !'

' The man who broke my mother's heart
is neither kith nor kin to me ! Dulcie,
good-bye! God bless you for all your
goodness. You must try to forget me.'

' Oh, Desmond I' cried the girl, * you
can't leave us ; you can't, dear. Stay !
Stay for my sake, I implore you !'

' To be pointed at by everyone as the
wretched thing I am. To know that my
mother's name is a byword, and I myself
am an outcast. You don't know what it is
you ask me. 'Tis more than I can do.'

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* For my sake, Desmond !'

* I can't/ cried the poor, proud boy ; * I
can't, even for your sake.'

* And where are ye going ?' asked
Peebles. * Eh, Desmond, lad, what will
ye do ?'

* Do ! Hide myself at any rate from
those that have known me. The world's
wide, old friend ; don't fear for me !'

And he made a movement to the door.

* Stop !' cried Peebles. * Since ye will
gang, listen to a word I hae to say to you.
Never think shame o' the mother that
bore yc, Desmond. / kenned her, lad ; I
kenned her weel. She was a brave
woman, as true and honest as she was
loving, and 'twas for your sake that she
took the weary road o' death/

Desmond broke into sobs again, and the
old man, seeing him thus softened, went
on :

* There's jest one thing ye'U promise
me, lad. Before ye gang awa', see me
once more, and maybe I can help, ye yet/

LADY KILPATRICK

' rU promise you that/ said Desmond,
*if you'll give me a promise in return.
You'll tell me all about my mother ?*

' Ay, lad, I'll tell ye all I ken. There's
no word o' shame for ^^r in all the story,
whatever shame there may be for others.'

*A11 I think of now,' continued Des-
mond, *is the thought of the grief I
brought her.'

* Ne'er believe it, lad,' cried the old
man ; * ne'er believe it. Ye brought her
comfort and hope.' He wiped his eyes.
* Many's the time I've grat o'er your
cradle, and noo, old fool that I am, I'm
greeting again. Bide a bit, lad ; God may
help us yet ! There, there !' he continued,
as the impulsive young fellow threw his
arms about him, * ye'U not be for hugging
old Peebles. Tak' the little lass in your
arms, and gie her one more kiss for luck !'

* Desmond !' cried Dulcie, stretching her
arms to him.

* My conscience !' said Peebles, as the
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siccan a mouth to kiss, I wadna care if the
Deil himsel' was my progenitor 1'

* Good-bye, * my darHng !' sobbed Des-
mond. 'Good-bye, and God Almighty
bless ye ! I must go. Good-bye, good-bye !'

He tore himself from her arms, and ran
out of the house. Dulcie sank back upon
a bench, and her tears ran unrestrainedly.

*Tak' heart, Lady Dulcie, tak' heart,'
said the good old man, patting her shoulder
with one hand, as he wiped his own eyes
with the other. 'It's a sair trouble, but
well maybe reconcile them yet.'

' Oh, Mr. Peebles !' sobbed the girl. * I
love him !'

* Any fool could see that,' said the old
man, with a chuckle which was half a sob.
* I love him, too, the rascal ! Ye must
hasten home, Lady Dulcie. My lord
needs watching, and 'tis weel ye should be
with him, for the boy's sake.'

Dulcie dried her tears, and called Rosie,
who answered the summons at once.

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* You'll take care of him ?' she said to
Peebles. ^ You'll see that he comes to no
harm ?'

'Trust me for that/ said Peebles,
* There, there, my bonny doo, tak' com-
fort Hell be yours yet.*

* Oh, how good you are !* cried Dulcie.
She threw her arms about his neck, and
kissed him on either cheek with right
goodwill. * That's for Desmond's sake.
Mind, I trust in you.^

Left alone, Peebles stood for some
moments in a cataleptic condition, till he
recovered his senses, and refreshed his
brain with a liberal pinch of snufF from
his waistcoat pocket.

* Peebles, ye old villain !' he said to
himself, * what's gone wi' your morality,
lettin' the lassies kiss you at your age !
Aweel ! a kiss like that from a pure lass is
better .than a bad man's blessing. Never
fear, Lady Dulcie, nae mischief shall befall
Desmond Macartney if / can save him.'

CHAPTER VL

THE MEETING IN THE GRAVEYARD.

That same night a cold round moon was
shining on the old graveyard where the
people of Kilpatrick had for many genera-
tions buried their dead — a place of green
and grassy graves, with here and there a
simple cross of stone or wood. It was a
lonely place, a lonely hour, and with the
rising moon came a chilly night wind,
stealing from grave to grave, and lifting
the grass upon them as a cold hand might
lift the hair of human heads.

The silence of the spot was broken by
the sound of a slow but firm footstep
approaching along the quiet by-road that

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led to the village. A tall woman, with
a shawl about her head^ and clad in a
material so dark as to pass for black in
the moonlight, entered the graveyard, and
stood looking towards the distant sea.
She looked long and earnestly before she
spoke.

' It's the time I named/ she murmured
in a deep, inward-sounding voice. *Will
he come, I wonder ? Maybe he'll think
it's an idle message, and never guess who
sent it, for he thinks me dead and gone
long years ago. I must speak with him,
and hear tidings of my boy. Oh, saints
in heaven, that know the achings of a
mother's heart, ye've given me strength to
bear my trouble all these years — give me
strength now, and pity the wakeness that
brought me here, maybe to get a glimpse
of my darling son !'

She leaned against a ragged, wind-blown
tree, with her forehead supported on her
arm; then, slipping to the ground, bent

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her head in prayer — an appeal of which only
an occasional word could have been heard
by any chance listener, though the fervour
of her supplication shook her whole body
with a passionate tremor. She was so
lost for the moment to all sense of her
surroundings that a loud and cheerful
whistle, coming along the path she had
herself travelled but a few minutes pre-
vious, fell unheeded on her ear, and the
gravedigger, returning for his pick and
shovel, was close upon her before she
recognised his presence.

She rose with a start, and the sudden-
ness of her apparition made the intruder's
music stop with a ludicrous suddenness.

*Musha!' he cried. * What's that at
all ? Tis a woman ! Bedad, I took ye
for a ghost !'

* Tm flesh and blood, like yourself,' she
answered.

* But why were ye kneeling there ?' he
asked, still fearfully..

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*I was only saying a prayer,* she
answered.

' A mighty lonesome place to say your
prayers in/ said the gravedigger, crossing
himself. ^Unless/ he added as an after-
thought, and more gently, ' yeVe any kith
or kin lying here.*

* No/ said the woman ; ^ I am a stranger.*

* Well, good luck t* ye, whoever y* are/
said the gravedigger. * Fll just get the pick
and the spade, and lave ye to your devo-
tions.' He jumped into an open grave at
a little distance. ^ I can finish this in the
morning/ he added to himself * Another
two feet *11 do it*

* Who's to be buried there ?* she asked,
as he clambered out with his tools in his
hand.

'A poor colleen that kilt herself for
love. Leastways, she drowned herself, but
wint out of her mind first, to make sure of
Christian burial. Are ye livin* hereabouts,
my woman ?*

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* Yes/ she answered. * I've a lodging
down at the old mill/

* Musha !' said the gravedigger, * that's
a lonesome place/

' The more fit, maybe/ she answered,
* for a lonesome woman.'

* Will ye be going now ?' asked the man,
looking at her with some anxiety.

* Presently/ she answered. * Sure, I'm
doing no harm.'

* Sorra the bit/ he said ; * but I'm
thinking that there's not many women —
nor men ayther, for that matter — who'd
care to walk this graveyard at night, when
the fairies walk it. Well, tastes differ, and
so good luck t* ye/

* And good luck to you /' the woman
answered.

The man shouldered his tools and went
off, resuming his interrupted whistle. The
woman looked anxiously down the road.

* It's past the time I named,' she said to
herself, * and no sign of him yet.'

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She walked to the low wall which
separated the graveyard from the road, and
stood there^ watching so keenly that the
sound of a footstep approaching from the
opposite side of the churchyard failed to
wake her attention. The unseen wayfarer,
who was no other than Mr. Feagus, re-
turning homewards after a wettish evening
with a client beyond the village, caught
sight of her tall, gaunt figure clearly out-
lined against the pale flood of moonlight
which deluged the sky.

* Who's that, now ?' he asked himself,
with a start, — * a woman, or a taisch ? — a
Christian soul, or an ugly spirit ? Wake
my soul to glory! Fm sorry I took this
road, for it's lonesome for a lawyer with
long arrears of conscience to make up;
and, £sdth, here's another of 'em coming
the way I came myself No, 'tis a man
this time, a living man, bless the saints !
I'll step along with him for company.
Am I drunk or dreamin'? 'Tis that old

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omadhaun, Peebles the steward! 'Tis
mighty queer! What can bring a quiet
man like that down here at night-toime ?
If it's an assignation with that female ?
The old rascal ! Fll keep out of his way,
and watch what he's after.*

He slid cautiously over the wall, and
established himself in the deepest shadow,
just as Peebles* lean figure emerged into
clear moonlight.

The old man paused at the wicket-
gate.

* I saw someone here — Fd swear till it,
and noo there's nae sign of any living thing.
Lord save us ! it's a gruesome place; Well,
gruesome or no gruesome, Fll e'en see it
through. She's there !' he exclaimed,
catching sight of the woman's figure.
*Ahem I Was't you, lass, that sent the
message to Mr. Peebles ?*

The woman turned eagerly.

* Yes, sir I' she cried. * I sent for you !'

* Good e'en t' ye, whoever ye are,' said

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Peebles. ^Fm here at your service, though
I ken little enough what it is ye want o'
me. Twas of Moya Macartney ye wanted
to speak — ^the puir lassie that died lang
syne ?*

* Of Moya Macartney, sure enough,*
answered the woman, *But she never
died, sir. She's alive this day, and nearer
than ye think !*

* Lord save us !* exclaimed Peebles.
* You say she's living ! Moya Macartney
living ?'

The woman turned her face to the moon-
light, and let her shawl, which had hidden
it, fall back upon her shoulders. The old
man stepped nearer, peering on her with a
look of mingled expectation, incredulity,
and superstitious horror. The fiice was
white, thin, and wrinkled, but he recog-
nised it in a moment; and as the great
black eyes dwelt on Peebles' fiice, the thin
lips murmured a name which struck on

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his astonished ears like a veritable echo
from the grave.

* Moya !* he cried. * Moya Macartney !
No ! It can't be !'

* It is, sir/ said Moya. * Fm Moya
Macartney. Old and gray now, Mr.
Peebles, but the same colleen ye knew
once in Kenmare.*

The hidden listener raised his head
cautiously.

* Saints preserve us !* he muttered, and
taking advantage of Peebles* wonder and
consternation, crept nearer to him and his
companion.

* Meeracle of meeracles !* cried the old
man. He extended a trembling hand, and
took that which Moya held out in answer.
It was as real as, and warmer and steadier
than, his own. * Ay ! yeVe flesh and
blood ; but — what does it mean ?'

* Sure, it's a long story,* said Moya ;
* but ril tell it ye in as few words as I can.
When I left my child and went away

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broken-hearted, I litde thought to live
another day; but my courage failed me,
and I feared to &lcc my Maker before my
time. I lived on, unknown and far away.
But I heard news from time to time of my
son. I knew that he was growing up
happy, and ignorant, thank God, of his
mother's shame/

* Puir lass 1' said Peebles. * Puir lass !
And it*s been for his own sake that yeVe
held aloof from him all these years — never
shown your face or spoke a word !*

* Sure, why should I ? 'Twas enough
for me to think that maybe, when he
thought that I was dead, my lord's heart
might be turned to the poor friendless boy,
and that he might crape into his father's
heart and earn his loVe. I said to myself a
thousand times, ** God bless him ! I'll
never disgrace him. He shall never leara
that his mother's still living on this weary
earth." '

*But ye've come at last, Moya,' said

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Peebles, wiping his eyes ; * yeVe come at
last to •

* Only to hear of his happiness — only,
maybe, to get one glimpse of his face. Oh,
sir, if I could do that same, Td die happy,
for the heaviness of years is on me, and IVc
not long to live. Speak to me ! Tell me
of him I Is he well and happy ?*

* Weel ?* repeated Peebles. * Ay, he*s
weel enough. Happy ? Ay, he's as happy
as most folk, for it*s a wearyin* world/ He
paused, looking pityingly at Moya, and
tien resumed in a hesitating manner: * I've
news for ye that I fear will not be over
welcome to ye. 'Twas only yesterday he
learned the truth. He found oot that
Lord Kilpatrick was his father, and with
that, poor lad, he shook the dust from
his feet and fled away from his father's
house.'

* My God !* cried Moya. * But who
tould him ? Not you, sure ?*

* I ?* cried Peebles — * I, that hae guarded

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the secret these eighteen years^ and burdened
my conscience with endless lees for the poor
lad's sake and yours ! No, no, Moya. He
was taunted wi' his birth by a wicked
whelp — his cousin, Richard Conseltine's
son, and a' came oot.*

* And then ?* cried Moya.

* My lord begged him to stay, offered to
make him his lawful heir, but he refused
the siller and cursed his father in his
mother's name. Ah, don't greet, woman,
or ril be greeting too. Your name's
deepest in the lad's heart, and first upon
his lips/

*God bless him !' sobbed the heartbroken
mother. *But what shall I do? What
shall I do ?'

' Let me take ye to him,' said Peebles.
' Eh, lass, but the boy's heart will leap for
joy to know ye're alive.'

* No !' said Moya, shrinking back. * No,
no ! Let things be as they are. It's betther,
far betther, that he should think me dead.

THE MEETING IN THE GRAVEYARD

Alive, I shall only shame him more. Just
let me see him, let me look into his eyes
and hear his voice — *tis all I ask of the
blessed saints, and TU go back to where I
came from and never trouble him again/

At that moment, as if in answer to the
impassioned prayer of that lonely heart, a
voice rose at a hundred yards' distance.
Peebles started at the sound :

' Tho' I lave thee for ever, my darling, and go.
Thine image shall haunt me in sunshine and

snow;
Like the light of a star shining over the foam,
Thy face shall go with me wherever I roam.'

* Lord save us !* cried Peebles. * *Tis
himself.'

*Who?' cried Moya wildly. 'Des-
mond ? My son ?*

*Ay! your son Desmond. Wheest,
woman ! He's coming this way.*

' Though waves roll between us, sweet star of my
love.
Thy voice calls unto me '

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LADY KILPATRICK

Desmond's voice rose again as he spoke,
nearer and more distinct.

* Mr. Peebles !' he cried, pausing in his
song to scrutinize his old friend's figure in
the moonlight. ' It's late for you to be
out here among the graves. Who's that
with ye ?'

Peebles hesitated. Moya touched him
lightly on the arm.

* It's just a poor peasant body. She's
strange to these parts, and was asking the
way.'

Moya had gathered her shawl about her
face again, and a sob broke from her.

' Sure she's in trouble,' Desmond added
pityingly.

' Yes, sir,' said Moya, conquering herself,
* I'm in bitter trouble. And by the same
token there's trouble in your heart too.'

* In mine ?' said Desmond, forcing a
laugh, not very successfully.

*Ye favour one I used to know,' said
Moya. * Will ye tell me your name, sir ?'

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* My name ?' said Desmond hesitatingly.
* Well, why not ? My name's Desmond
Macartney/

* Desmond Macartney !' the woman re-
peated. * ni not forget it. Sure I'd once
a boy of me own, as swate to look upon as
yourself. It's proud your mother should
be of such a son.'

*My mother is dead,' said Desmond.
*She died long ago— when I was but a
child. Good-night t' ye, and God help ye
through your trouble.*

* Where are you going, Desmond ?' asked
Peebles.

*To the farm yonder; they'll put me
up for the night.'

* Wait for me there to-morrow. I must
see you.'

*ril wait,' said Desmond. He looked
again at Moya, who was crying unre-
strainedly. * Poor soul !' he said. • She
seems to have a heavy grief.'

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• She has/ said Peebles. * She's lost all
the folk she loves/

'Like me/ sighed Desmond. *Well,
well ! " Though I lave thee for ever/* * he
began singing again as he turned away, till
interrupted by the stranger's voice.

* Sir — Mr. Desmond !* cried the woman
suddenly, * they say that the blessing o* one
broken heart may help to heal the trouble
of another. Will ye bend down in this
holy place and take a poor creature's bless-
ing?'

*Sure/ said Desmond, *it's only one
blessing in the whole world that I seek,
and that I can never have — the blessing of
my own dead mother.'

' Maybe it might come through me !
I'm a mother, too !'

'Humour her, laddie,' said Peebles
gently. 'Humour her. Her sorrow's
great.'

Desmond took off his cap and knelt
with bent head. It seemed long before

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the voice broke the solemn stillness, but
when at last it was audible, it was strangely
firm.

* May the Lord watch over ye, now and
for ever ! May the mouth of the mother
that bore ye spake through me, and bring
ye happiness, health, and peace. May
your days be long in the land, till you're
old and gray like me. But, oh, may ye
never know my trouble or lose what I have
lost. Amen 1 Amen !'

'And may God bless ^^«/' said Desmond,
rising, deeply touched by the solemn words
and the deep rich voice which had spoken
them.

'And now,' said Moya, 'will ye let a
poor crathure kiss your forehead, for the
sake of her own son that she'll never see
again ?' She took his head between her
hands and pressed her lips to his brow in a
long embrace. 'The Lord be with you,
Desmond Macartney.'

With no other word, she turned and

LADY KILPATRICK

left the graveyard, Peebles following her
after a hasty reminder to Desmond of their
engagement for the morrow.

It was not till some minutes later, when
Desmond's voice rose again on the air at a
considerable distance, and the figures of
Moya and Peebles had disappeared, that
Feagus rose to his feet.

* Monomondiaoul !' he said softly to
himself. * Moya Macartney alive ! And
what will me lord and Mr. Conseltine say
to that, I wonder ?'

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CHAPTER VII.

BLAKE, OF BLAKE's HALL.

Lady Dulcie, wending her way back
from the shebeen to the Castle under the
escort of Rosie and the faithful Larry,
dried her tears resolutely, and did her best
— no hard task at sweet eighteen, with love
as an ally — to look on the bright side of
things. Desmond would never leave her
for long, of that she felt assured. He
might go out into the world to seek his
fortune, and, of course, one so brave,
generous, handsome, and altogether admir-
able, could hardly fail to find it ; but his
success or failure would never, she told
herself, make any difference to her. The

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day was not far off when she would be her
own mistress, and then no spite of accident
or design should hold her from her lover's
arms.

As she and her companions came upon
the confines of the Castle grounds two
dusky figures approached them^ and she
made out by the faint light of the rising
moon that they were Mr. Conseltine and
his son Richard. They saluted her silently,
to her great relief, and she passed by.

* She*s been to meet that blackguard
bastard, I suppose,' muttered Richard
between his teeth. * Damn him !*

* With all my heart !* responded his
senior. * Damn him, by all means ! Your
blunder of the morning has turned out
better than I had dared to hope ; but it
was a blunder all the same.'

* It might have been,' returned Richard ;
* but, so far, it has answered. We've got
the brute out of the house, and it won't be
my fault if he gets in again.'

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BLAKE, OF BLAKFS HALL

**Twas too bold a stroke, lad/ said
Conseltine. * You show your cards too
openly — ^you play too boldly. If the
proud-stomached young ass had only had a
little common-sense, he might have con-
solidated his position with your uncle.
Henry was in the mood to do anything, to
commit any folly, after you insulted the
boy/

*I couldn't help it,* returned Richard.
' I hate the cad to such an extent that Fd
have shouted his shame in his face if it
had cost me every penny I have and every
penny I expect from Kilpatrick.*

* You're a fool,' said his father, smoothly
as ever. It required a good deal to shake
the elder Conseltine from his calm
cynicism. * And if you think the game's
won just because youVe insulted the
Squireen and got him out of the Castle for
a single day, you're a bigger fool than I
ever thought you — and that's not saying a
little. The game's only begun. Henry's

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fond of the brat — ^absence will make him
fonder still. It's quite on the cards that
he may leave every stick and stone of his
property to him and strand you with the
barren title. Keep out of his way. He
never liked you, and now he likes you less
than ever. Leave him to me. Leave
Dulcie alone, too. Don't be trying to
excuse yourself, or trying to make love to
her ; you'll only make bad a deal worse.
Who's that in front of us ? — your eyes are
younger than mine.'

* It's that drunken scoundrel Blake.'

' Blake !' repeated Conseltine, and fell
into a slower step. * Well, 'tis lucky,
on the whole. 'Tis as well he should
know.'

* Know what ?' asked Richard.

* Know all there is to be known about
this business of the Squireen,' answered
the elder.

* What affair is it of his ?'

* That you'll not learn from me,' re-

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sponded his father : * not yet, at least.
If it's ever necessary you should know, I'll
tell you. Meanwhile, keep a still tongue
and an open eye. It's to the shebeen he's
going — we'll follow him.'

They were close behind Blake's heels
by the time he had reached the door of
the alehouse. He lurched round and faced
them.

* The divil and his imp,' he remarked,
as a polite salutation, and stumbled across
the threshold with no further greeting
than a drunken laugh.

Peebles was in the kitchen, finishing
a drink of whisky, and chatting with the
widow.

* Hullo ! my king o* Scots,' hiccuped
Blake. * You here ? Drinkin', too !
Ye've taken to decent habits in your old
age. Here ! you'll have another drink
with me.'

* Indeed but I'll no'/ replied the senten-
tious old Scot.

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LADY KILPATRICK

* You won't I You won't drink ?'

* Yes, with my friends/ returned Peebles ;
* but I see none o' them here^

He set his glass upon the table, nodded
to the widow, and went out to keep his
already recorded interview with Moya in
the churchyard.

Blake laughed with drunken good
humour.

*'Tis a brave boy, old Peebles! He
doesn't trust me, but, after all, 'tis a ques-
tion of taste, and no gentleman quarrels on
such a ground. Bedad, I'm dry/ He
searched his pockets, and found them
empty. * Here, you spalpeen,' he con-
tinued, accosting Richard, 'pay for a
drink for me. Sure, 'twill be a luxury
for you, and one you don't often enjoy.'

* Bring some whisky, if you please, Mrs.
Daly,' said Conseltine smoothly, before
Richard could muster his heavy wits to
retort. ' Sit down, Blake, and listen to me.
Are ye sober enough to talk business ?'

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* Fm as sober as I need be/ responded
Blake; * and more sober than I want to be,
at this hour o' the night/

* That's easily cured,' said Conseltine
dryly, handing him a charged tumbler;
* but don't go too fast — this is business.'

^ Discoorse,' said Blake^ tossing off the
spirit, ' and I'll listen.'

The widow still lingered about the
room, making pretence of trifling with
some household task. Conseltine with a
smooth voice bade her leave them to them-
selves, and she obeyed, after which he rose,
and for greater security closed the door
leading to the road.

•Ye're mighty mysterious,' said Blake.
' What is it, at all ?'

* Have you heard what happened at the
Castle this morning ?' asked Conseltine,
leaning across the rude table at which the
two were seated, and speaking in a
whisper.

* How the divil should I ?' asked Blake.

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* Tve not been out of bed an hour, and Fd
be there still, but the whisky gave out,
and I kem here to wet my whistle/

* 'Tis better ye should hear it from me
than from another,' said Conseltine, in
the same tone of extreme caution. * My
son here made a fool of himself this
morning/

* Did he, now ?' returned Blake, with a
laugh. * Sure his Creator did that for
him twenty years ago.'

* He had a row with the Squireen,
young Desmond Macartney, and let out
what he knew about his birth.'

* 'Tis the first time I knew that he knew
anything about it,' said Blake. * Was it
you that trusted him with such a secret ?'

'Never mind how he came to know,'
returned Conseltine. ' He learned the
secret. Desmond provoked him, and he
blurted it out before everybody — Lady
Dulcie, my brother, Peebles and all,'

' And he's here to tell the tale ?' said

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Blake, with an air of drunken surprise,
* Bedad, Tm a good man with my fists,
but *tis not I that would like to tell the
Squireen that story.'

* Listen ! Listen !' said Conseltine, beat-
ing the tops of his fingers on the table
a little impatiently.

'D'ye mean to sit there, Dick Consel-
tine/ said Blake, * an' tell me that that rip
of a son o' yours told the Squireen all that,
and there was no fight ?'

* Devil a bit of a fight/ answered
Conseltine. * The boy was knocked clean
out of time by the information. Well,
when he came to, his lordship told
him he'd acknowledge him before the
world.*

*His lordship's a gentleman !' cried
Blake, f By the Lord, he is ! If only he
could hold a dacent skinful o' liquor, he'd
be the finest gentleman in Ireland, bar
none. And what did the Squireen say ?'

* He cursed the father that begot him,'

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returned Consdtine. ^ He shook the dust
of the house off his feet, and swore he'd
never cross the threshold again !'

•Then the boy's like his father — a
gentleman !' cried Blake, with a drunken
cheer. * Here's to him, with three times
three and all the honours ! And what did
the old man say to that ?'

' It has made him seriously ill/ answered
Conseltine. 'He has passed the day in
bed, and has refused himself to every-
body except Peebles. Now, Blake,' he
leaned further across the table, and fixed
his keen eyes on the face of the drunken
squire, ' the time has come for a definite
understanding between us.'

* Well ?' asked Blake. He made an
obvious and partially successful attempt to
sober himself. * Give me that jug o'
water.' It was passed to him, and he
drained it — to the great apparent refresh-
ment and steadying of his wits. ' A man
has need of all his brains, Dick Conseltine,

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when ye speak in that tone of voice. Out
with it — ^what hell-broth are ye brewing
now?'

* There's no new development yet/ an-
swered Conseltine, with a smile, ' though
something may occur at any moment with
Henry in his present condition. But I
want to know definitely, yes or no, are you
for us or against us ?'

* That just depends on how ye treat me,'
muttered Blake. * I don't know whether
it is that I'm getting old, or whether the
whisky is playing false with my nerves —
which is what I'd call my conscience, if
I was one o' the pious sort— or what it is,
but I — I fluctuate 1 Sometimes — ^it's gener-
ally in the morning, when I wake — I feel
penitent : I feel that I'd like to go over to
the enemy and clear my breast o' the load
I've borne this eighteen years and more.
What are ye doin' ?' he asked angrily, as
Conseltine trod heavily on his foot beneath
the table. * Oh, the cub 1 Sure I said

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nothin' that he has the brains to under-
stand. Yes, Mr. Richard Conseltine,
that's how I feel at times, and it comes
over me generally in the morning when the
whisky's out and my pockets are empty.
And, by thunder, if I did ! if I did tell all
I know — Holy Moses ! what a racket it
would make up at the Castle, and all Ire-
land over. Faith, Fd live in history!
'Twould be what the play-actors call a
fine situation ! And let me tell ye, there's
them as 'd make it worth me while to do

it!'

* You drunken hog !' murmured Con-
seltine under his breath; adding aloud,
* You won't do that, Blake !'

' Won't I ?' returned Blake. ' Faith,
you're surer about it than I am !'

* No,' said Conseltine, * you won't do it.
I can make it better worth your while to
keep silent.'

* Then why the^ divil don't ye ?' asked
Blake. * You're very fond o' talking about

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your gratitude, and you hold out fine
promises, but what do ye do ?'

* It seems to me/ returned the other,
' that Fve done a good deal/

' And it seems to me,' exclaimed Blake,
banging the table to emphasize the personal
pronoun, ' that ye do damn'd little. I tell
ye, Dick Conseltine, it's not for nothing
that Vm going to suffer the torments of
an aching conscience!'

* Your aching conscience/ said Con-
seltine, with a scarcely perceptible sneer,
* has been fairly well salved so far. Is it
money that you want ?'

* Bedad it is, then 1' cried the other. ' I
haven't the price of a glass in the wide
world/

'Well/ said his fellow conspirator, ' I'm
willing to do what I can, in reason.'

' In reason !' repeated Blake. ' Your
notions of what's reasonable and mine may
not agree. Look here, now, what d'ye say
to two hundred pounds ?'

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LADY KILPATRICK

*Two hundred pounds T cried Con-
seltine, with well-acted amazement. ^ Oh^
come^ come, Blake !'

* Come, come 1' echoed Blake. * TTis
you that has to come — IVe gone far
enough along the road to hell ; I'll go no
farther unless I'm paid for it. I want two
hundred pounds to-morrow, and I'll have
it, or know the reason why !'

* I can't do it, Blake,' cried Conseltine.

* Very well, then,' said Blake, ' his
lordship can, and I'll not only get two
hundred, but ease my aching conscience at
the same time.*

* I think you're hard,' said Conseltine.
^ Come, Blake ; our interests stand or
fall together. Look at the aflair all round,
pro and con. You might get that two
hundred from Henry, but 'twould be all
you'd get. Now, serve my interest, and
Dick's here, and you're safe for life.
Have I ever refused you money when you
asked for it ?'

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* That's all right,' said Blake ; ' don'c
refose me now !'

*Well/ groaned Conseltine, *if you
must have it you must/

* Bedad I must,' returned the other, with
a nod full of meaning. * Is it a bargain ?'

' Yes, it's a bargain.'

* To-morrow, mind.'

* Yes, to-morrow.'

* Good ! Then I'll drug my conscience
and accept the solatium. And now I'm
goin' home.'

* Very well,' said Conseltine ; ' I'll see
you to-morrow.'

*A11 right!' retorted Blake, with a
disfavouring eye on Richard. ' Don't bring
the cub with you. I can stand the old
sinner, but not the young one.'

He reeled from the room, and Con-
seltine's glance, as it followed him, was
full of a dark and concentrated loathing.

* The insolent scoundrel !' said Richard,
when he was out of hearing. * Why do

LADY KILPATRICK

you stand him ? What is his hold over
you ?'

* I hope you'll never need to know/
returned his father, draining his glass.
* Damn him ! I wish he was in the
grave.'

'He's going there as fast as drink can
take him/ said Richard.

* I feel inclined sometimes/ said his
amiable parent, 'to give him a lift on the
journey/

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CHAPTER VIII.

MOYA MACARTNEY.

Peebles, returning home to the Castle
after his midnight interview with Moya
Macartney in the churchyard, passed a
sleepless and troubled night, revolving in
his mind all the events of the sad history
in which the unfortunate woman had
played so strange a part, and canvassing all
that her mysterious and unexpected return
to life might mean to herself and others.
More than once he determined to dis-
regard Moya's strenuous injunction to
silence, and at once break to Lord
Kilpatrick the news of her existence,
and of her presence in the district ;

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but again and again the memory of the
solenm promise of secrecy he had given,
and the thought that so sudden and heavy
a shock might be fatal to one of his
lordship's age and feeble health, dissipated
that intention.

* Eh !' he murmured to himself as he
tossed and tumbled in vain effort to
discover a way out of the labyrinth of
difficulties the business presented, 'it's a
troublous affair. Fd like to do justice,
if I could see my way clear to the doing
o't. I'd like fine to bowl out that smug-
faced hypocrite Conseltine, and that lump
o' malignity his son. 'Twould be the
grandest day's work I ever did. But I
promised, like an old fool, and I must
keep my promise, and just await the
decrees o' Providence.'

He rose long before his usual hour,
early as that was, and went out into the
fresh breeze of early morning. Dawn was
faintly glimmering on the mountain- tops,

MOYA MACARTNEY

and the dew was heavy on the grasses of
the lawn. He looked up at the light
which shone faintly in his master's
window.

* 'Twill be but a poor night's rest he's
had, I'm thinkin', poor old heathen, found
out by his sin at last. Eh, but the lad's
curses will lie heavy on his heart ! Mine's
wae for him, and for the callant I've seen
grow up from a bairn, and for the lonely
woman out yonder.'

A sudden idea struck him ; he drew out
his watch and consulted it eagerly.

* Near hand to four o'clock,' he mur-
mured. * The mill's but four miles awa'.
I can do it in an hour, and anither hour to
come back. I'll gang and see Moya, and
persuade her to hear reason.'

He took his hat and stick, and set out
at the briskest pace he could attain towards
Moya's lodging place. It was a rough
and stony track, and by the time he came
in sight of the mill the old man was fain

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to sit upon a chance boulder and pant his
breath back. Caution was necessary; he
wished to do nothing that could by any
chance give gossip or conjecture a handle,
and he walked cautiously round the mill,
glad of the babble of the stream which
covered the sound of his footsteps on turf
and gravel. Nobody was stirring ; the
place and all the countryside lay still and
gray under the morning mist, now faintly
touched here and there with threads of
opalescent colour by the yet invisible sun.
He threw a small pebble cautiously at the
window shutter of Moya's sleeping place,
and a minute later it opened and revealed
her pale, lined face. He made a gesture,
cautioning her to silence^ and then by
another invited her to join him. She
nodded to show comprehension of his
pantomime^ and a minute later stood beside
him.

They walked on side by side in silence
till they reached a little glen between

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MOYA MACARTNEY

two hills which hid them from all
chance of observation, and then Peebles
spoke.

' Moya, woman/ he said, * tell me why,
after all these years, you come here now ?'

' I came to see my son,' she answered.

' Ay,' he said, ' that's natural eneuch,
na doubt. But is that a// you came for ?'

She darted a keen look at him — a look
in which question and surprise were both
expressed.

' Moya,' he went on, * since I saw you
last night I've no' closed my eyes for
thinking o' you and the lad your son.
Eh, woman, but it's clear impossible that
after that one glimpse o' his bonny face, and
that one sound o' his voice, ye should be
content to gang back to solitude — it's clear
impossible ! Let me tell him you're alive
and near him. He*s alone, too, noo!
His place is by your side; your duty is
to comfort him under the trouble he's
suffering, ye ken that weel ?'

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* Mr. Peebles/ said Moya steadily, * the
path of duty is not always plain ; but I'm
going to clear mine if I can, by your help.
God knows my very bones are full of
desire for the child I love; I was near
crying out who I was last night when I
kissed him; but I've borne the bitter pain
of solitude now for eighteen years, and sure
my time here will not be so long. I'll
bear it to the end rather than disgrace and
shame my child !'

* But, Moya, he kens !' cried Peebles.
* He kens you were not married to his
father. I winna say but, if he had never
learned that, ye wad no' be in the right to
keep apart from him; but he knows it.
He's cast off his father ; he has barely a
friend in the world, barring me, and how
can / help him. He has need o' ye !
Ye'll heal his sair heart, and he'll love
ye and cherish ye and comfort your
declining years.'

Moya shook her head.

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MOYA MACARTNEY

* He's young/ she replied, with a world
of meaning in her tone. * A heart as young
as his won't break for such a trouble as
he's suffering now. He'll go out into
the big world, where the shame's not
known, and win his way. What would /
be to him — a nameless vagabond, a poor,
ignorant ould woman I I should only kape
him down and disgrace him. No; ye
must tell Desmond nothing — yet. Ye
asked me just now,' she went on after a
pause, ' if I had no other reason to come
here afther all these years but just to see
my boy ?'

* Weel ?' asked Peebles.

* I had — I had another reason, or I'd
have resisted the temptation now as I have
fought it down all that long, dreary time.
I've a question to ask ye, Mr. Peebles ?'

She paused there for so long a time that
the old man snapped out suddenly, with
excusable irritation :

' Weel, weel, lassie ! What is't ?'

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LADY KILPATRICK

' There's so much depends on the answer
that I hardly dare to ask/ said Moya, with
a voice suddenly gone tremulous. *Tell
me/ she continued, after another pause,

* if ye know a gintleman in this part of
the counthry that calls himself Blake —
one Patrick Blake, of Blake's Hall ?'

* Do I know him ?' echoed Peebles.

* Ay, I know him fine, the drunken
scoundrel! A'body kens him for miles
round. But what depends on my know-
ing Patrick Blake, lassie ?'

* Much may depend on it/ said Moya.
'Desmond's own fixture may depend on
it.'

* Desmond's future ? Why, what in the
name of a' that's meaning can Pat Blake
hae to do wi' Desmond's future ?'

* Was Mr. Blake/ asked Moya slowly,
and with an amount of effbrt which helped
the old man to understand the importance
she attached to the answer — * was Mr.
Blake ever a clerk in holy orders ?'

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Peebles stared at her in sheer bewilder-
ment. Had she asked if he himself had
ever been Pope of Rome, the question
could hardly have seemed more ludicrous ;
but there was a painful solemnity in her
manner which would have stayed a man
less grave than he from laughter.

'Holy orders!' he muttered. *Holy
orders ! Patrick Blake ! By my soul,
but it's an odd question !'

'Not under that name, I mane, but
another — Ryan O'Connor/

• He's borne no name but Patrick Blake
that I ever kenned o',' said Peebles, still
groping painfully for any meaning in
Moya's queries. 'She's haverin',' he
muttered to himself; but the calm in-
tentness of Moya's glance, though contra-
dicted by the heaving bosom and irregular
breath with which she spoke, did not
accord with the explanation. 'What if
he ever was a priest under that or any
other name ?' he asked at last.

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' I was married to Lord Kilpatrick,' said
Moya, *by a man calling himself the
Reverend Father Ryan O'Connor/

^ Lord guide us !' ejaculated the old
Scot. *And do ye think 'twas Patrick
Blake ?'

*I know it was Patrick Blake/ replied
Moya. * That much I'm sure of.'

* But how do you ken it ?' asked the
bewildered Peebles.

* Sure 'twould be too long a story to
tell ye now. 'Twas only lately that an
accident put me on the track. It took
time and trouble to get Ryan O'Connor
and Patrick Blake into the same skin,
but I did it. And now, all that remains
to be learned is just whether Blake was
ever a priest, or whether his office was
as false as his name. Will ye do that
for me, Mr. Peebles? 'Tis not for
my sake I ask it, but for my son's — for
Desmond's !'

Peebles had fallen into a sitting posture

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on a low stone dyke^ and sat staring at her
like a man bewitched.

' Moya ! Moya Macartney ! D'ye ken
what ye're sayin' ? Oh ! my head will
rive with the dingin' ye've started in my
brains. Blake married ye ! Blake a priest !
Why, woman V he cried, suddenly
straightening himself, * if that's so, ye're
Lady Kilpatrick !'

' Desmond would be Lord Kilpatrick,*
Moya answered simply. "Tis for his
sake, Mr. Peebles, that I ask you for help;
not for mine, God knows. There were
times,* she went on, after another long
pause, *long, long ago, when Td have
given my life to hold him — Henry Kil-
patrick — in my arms for just one minute —
times when all the shame and sorrow he'd
brought on the poor ignorant girl who'd
loved him seemed nothing — when, if the
broad sea had not been betwixt us, I'd
have gone to him and said, " Take me as
your misthress, your servant, anything —

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let me see your face and hear your voice
now and then, one day in the year, and TU
follow ye barefoot through the world/'
But theyVe gone, long since, and all my
love and all my anger are gone with
them. As to bein' Lady Kilpatrick/ she
went on, with a short and mirthless laugh,
^ 'tis not the chance of that that brings me
here, A fine lady I'd make for any lord,
wouldn't I ? and much at me aise I'd be
among the grand folk he'd introduce me
to ? But Desmond's a gintleman — as good
a gintleman as any in Ireland, as Henry
himself — and if the title's his by rights, he
shall have it. / shan't trouble him. I
shall go as I came, when I've seen him
happy and honoured in his place. The
thought has been food and drink, fire and
shelter, to me these mont4is past, since God
sent the message that it might be so. Will
you help me, Mr. Peebles ?'

* Will I help ye ?' cried Peebles, spring-
ing to his feet with the vivacity of

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a young man. ' Deil hae me, but I'll
know the truth in four-and-twenty hours.
But, eh, lass, if ye're mistaken ? If it's not
sae ? Fd just gang clean daft in the dis-
appointment. But it must — it must be
true, eh, lass ? To see the faces o* they
two Conseltines ! To see the bonny lad,
that they denounced as a beggar and a
bastard, established wi' title and estates!
To see Lady Dulcie Lady Kilpatrick and
Desmond's wife! Oh ! if it's no' true
there'll be a braw end o' one good Scot,
for I'll just gang neck and crop into Limbo
for sheer vexation. Dawm it! that I should
say so— it must be true ! It shall be true,
if I squeeze it oot o' yon scoundrel Blake
wi' my ain old hands, and his worthless
life along wi' it ! But I maun awa', lass —
I maun awa'. There's a hantle o' things
to be done at the Castle, and the lazy loons
o' servants are at sixes and sevens if they
haven't me about their lugs. I'll see yon
drunken ne'er-do-weel this day, and I'll

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hae news for ye the morn's morn. Keep
a good hearty woman. The king shall
enjoy his ain again. Eh, Tm just daft '/

Indeed, anybody who had witnessed the
scene might have thought so, — he was so
topftd of excitement.

* God bless ye, Mr. Peebles,* said Moya.
* Ye're a true friend to me and the boy.'

* Ay, am I,' returned Peebles, * and that
ye shall see ere long. Gang hame, lass,
and pray for Desmond.'

* Pray for him !' cried Moya. * Has
there been a day this eighteen years I've
not prayed for him ? No, nor a waking
hour. God go with ye, sir, but '

She checked him with an outstretched
hand as he turned to go, and laid her
finger on her lips as a signal for absolute
silence.

* Don't fear me,' said the old man ; * I'm
nae chatterbox, wi' business like this afoot.'

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CHAPTER IX.

IN WHICH MISCHIEF IS BREWING.

It was late in the forenoon of the same
day when Mr. Blake rose from his bed in
the tenement to which he gave the sonorous
and impressive title of Blake's Hall — a
tumbledown hut of two stories, which long
years of neglect had reduced to a condition
of almost complete ruin. The ground-
floor was occupied by Blake himself; the
upper portion by an ancient peasant woman,
who acted as his cook, housemaid, caterer,
and general factotum. There was not a
whole pane of glass or an unbroken article
of furniture in the whole building, and the
little plot of ground in which it stood was
a wilderness of stones and weeds.

LADY KILPATRICK

Biddy was made aware df her employer's
awakening in the fashion familiar to her for
years past — ^by his roaring at the full stretch
of his lungs for a draught of whisky. That
draught despatched, he arose, and proceeded
with shaking limbs to shave and dress. He
was still occupied with his toilet when the
voice of the elder Conseltine was heard in
the outer room.

* Give him a glass of punch/ Blake
called out to Biddy. ' I'll be with him in
the squazing of a lemon. So/ he con-
tinued, reeling out of his bedroom a minute
later, 'yeVe brought the cub with ye,
though I forbade ye.*

Richard, sullenly flicking at his boot
with his riding -whip, looked at Blake
from under his lowering eyebrows, but
took no further heed of his ambiguous
welcome. Blake unsteadily poured out
a second bumper of spirit, and the
glass rattled against his teeth as he drained
it.

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* And what's the news with his lordship
this day ?' he asked.

* Still very ill/ answered Conseltine.
* He's been upset by that old fool Peebles,
who's been hammering at him all day long
to recall that brat of a by-love of his.'

' Faith !' returned Blake, * and he might
do worse, by a great deal. 'Tis a fine lad,
Desmond, as clever and handsome as that
cub of yours is stupid and ugly. Don't
stand there, ye imp of perdition, glower-
ing at me like a ghost. Sit down and
drink like a Christian.'

Richard obeyed a scarcely perceptible
motion of his father's eyebrows, sat at the
battered table, and poured out for himself
a glass of whisky, to which he put his lips
with an awkward affectation of goodfellow-
ship.

* Have ye got that two hundred pounds?'
asked Blake.

* I have,' said Conseltine ; * I've brought
it with me.'.

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He unbuttoned his coat, and took a
bundle of bank papers from the inner
breast-pocket Blake took it with shaking
hands, and rammed it in a crumpled mass
into his breeches pocket without counting.

* You're as good as your word, Dick
Conseltine, for once in your life,* said he.
' Have another drink.*

Conseltine profited by Blake raising his
glass to his lips to fling the contents of the
tumbler which Biddy had filled for him on
to the earthen floor of the hut, and filled
it again, principally with water.

' Why,* said Blake, * ye*re gettin' friendly
and neighbourly in your old age. Ye'U be
a dacent man before ye die, if ye live long
enough.*

* Blake,* said Conseltine, * I want to talk
to you. Did ye ever think of emigra-
tion ?*

' Did I ever think o* what ?* asked
Blake, pausing with his tumbler half-way
to his lips.

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* Emigration/ repeated Conseltine.

' I never did,' returned Blake. * Why
would I ?'

* Well/ said his companion, * there are
many reasons why ye might think of it,
Ye're just spoiling here — wasting yourself.
If ye'd go out West, a man of your abili-
ties, with a little capital, would do well.
Land and hiring are cheap ; it's a lovely
climate, and there are no end of chances of
making money. Til tell ye what, now.
'Tis a sin and a shame to see a man like
you wasting yourself in this cursed country,
ril make that two hundred five, and pay
your passage out, if ye'll take the next
steamer to New York.'

' By the saints !' cried Blake, * ye*re
mighty generous all of a sudden. Ye want
to get rid of me ? Spake the truth, now,
isn't that it ?'

'Well,' said Conseltine, with a great
appearance of candour, * that is it ! Td
rather have you out of the country. You're

LADY KILPATRICK

dangerous here^ Blake — dangerous to us
and to yourself/

' To myself r echoed Blake. ' And how
am I dangerous to meself ?'

*Yell be splitting some day on a
certain matter that we know of — easy
now, we needn't name names — and if ye
did speak, 'twould be worse for you than
for us/

' Make that good/ said Blake.

'Well/ said Conseltine, * you'd very
likely get a sum of money down from
the other parties; but that onqe spent —
ye'd get no more, and you'djpend the
rest of your days in an ^tl^h gaol.
Now, so long as you're fait^Ail to our
cause, you know you have a faithful
friend in me. 1*11 give ye five hundred
down to go to America, and another two .^
hundred a year as long as you live. Don't
answer now,' he continued, as Blake
opened his lips to speak. ' Think it over,
and I'm sure ye'U see things as I see

MISCHIEF BREWING

them, and admit that it's best for you to
be out of the way of temptation/

Blake swallowed another tumbler of
punch.

*'Tis a mighty fine idea/ he said
thoughtfully, with a thickening of the
voice which showed that he was fast near-
ing his normal pitch of intoxication. He
rubbed his head dubiously, and, to clear
his wits, poured out and drank a half-glass
of neat whisky. * Leave my ancestral
possessions ! Desert Blake's Hall ! What
are ye grinning at, ye thief of darkness ?'
he demanded angrily of Richard, who had
glanced round the barren room with a
smile of pitying contempt ; then he lurched
forward in his chair, with bloodshot eyes
glaring at Conseltine, who, having thrown
away his second glass of whisky, filled a
third. * Tell me, now,' he said, * is the
whisky good out there ?'

Conseltine smiled and nodded.

' Well,' said Blake, * an Irish gentleman

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ought to travel. Five hundred pounds, ye
said ?' Conseltine nodded again. * Five
hundred on the nail, and two hundred a
year for life ?' Conseltine nodded a third
time. * Hand over the bottle,' said Blake.
* 'Tw^ill take a dale o' whisky to settle this
question.'

His wavering hand had scarcely steered
his glass to his mouth, when a hurried step
was heard in the garden, and a mon^ent
later the lawyer Feagus burst into the room,
panting and perspiring. Blake stared at
him for a moment without recognising him,
and then rose, with the obvious intention of
falling foul of this unwelcome visitor.

' Hold him back !* cried Feagus. ' Hold
him back, for the love of heaven !*

* Ye sneaking coward '/ cried Blake, try-
ing to get past Conseltine. * How dare ye
intrude into my apartments ? TU have
your life '/

Feagus, who, under ordinary circum-
stances, would have at once accepted the

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challenge, once more called to Conseltine
to keep Blake back, and, unbidden, filled
and drank a glass of spirits.

* I've no time to waste with you, Mr.
Blake. I've news, Mr. Conseltine ; we're
cooked entirely !'

Conseltine thrust Blake into his chair,
and turned.

* What d'ye mean ?' he asked.

* Moya Macartney's alive P cried the
lawyer.

Conseltine staggered as if he had been
shot, and Blake, who had risen to his feet
to make a rush at Feagus, checked him-
self, and stood still, swaying heavily on
his feet, as he glared at the bearer of this
extraordinary news.

' Are ye mad or drunk ?* asked Con-
seltine, with an ashen face.

*rm neither, sir,* answered Feagus.
*God be good to me, Fm too sober for
my pace of mind ! I tell ye Moya
Macartney's alive. I've seen her.' Con-

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seltine stared at him like a man newly
awakened from a nightmare, as he went
on : ' 'Twas last night, in the churchyard
down by the lake. I was passin* by, and
I saw a woman standing there among the
graves, and old Peebles coming along
the road. Thinks I, "I'll have a fine
story to tell my lord next time I dine with
him," and 1 just slipped behind a grave-
stone and listened. He didn't know her
till she told him who she was — Moya
Macartney, who's been drowned and in
her grave this eighteen years ! Holy Moses !
I'm wringing wet only to think of it !'

* Get on, man, get on !' said Conseltine
hoarsely.

^ I kept as still as death,' continued
Feagus, ' though 'twas all I could do to
hold meself from cry in' out when I heard
her say " I'm Moya Macartney." Then
she went on to say that she'd come back
to the old place to see the boy, and at that
very minute he kem along the road singin'.'

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* Desmond ?' cried Conseltine.

* Desmond himself,' said the lawyer.
* Peebles cried out to him, and he comes
into the churchyard and talks with Moya/

* For God's sake go on,' cried Conseltine ;
' what did they say ?'

* She never let on who she was. She
said she was a poor wandering creature
who wanted to give him her blessin'.
And she did ; and she cried, and he cried,
and Peebles cried, and I was near cryin'
meself, — it was so afFectin' !'

' Well ?' said Conseltine. ' And what
was the upshot of it all ?'

* Faith, there was no upshot at all,' said
Feagus. *The boy went away no worse than
he kem, promisin' not to lave the district
till he*d seen ould Peebles once more.'

* If this is true ' cried Conseltine,

shaken out of his ordinary cynical calm by
the news ; then he stopped short, staring
before him with a haggard face.

* True, is it ?' cried Feagus. * Go and

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see for yourself. She's staying incog, at
Larry's mill.*

' And Peebles knows it,' said Conseltine.
*By Heaven! I thought something had
happened. The old rascal's been going
about all day long as full o* mystery as an
egg's full o' meat. If Henry hears of this !'

' He won't yet awhile,' returned Feagus.
* She swore Peebles to silence till she her-
silf gave him leave to speak.'

* My God !' said Conseltine, scarcely
above his breath. * What's to be done ?
We're standing on a mine of gunpowder
while that woman's in the district.'

Blake laughed. He had been as much
astonished at the first hearing of the news
as either of his companions, but by this
time had shaken himself back into his
usual condition of half-sodden, half-
ferocious humour.

* Faith,' said he, * 'tis a case of the divil
among the tailors. By the Lord, Con-
seltine, but things are looking mighty

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quare. I'm thinkin' I won't emigrate just
yet. Sure, I'll stop and see the fun !
There'll be great doin's at the Castle
by-and-by, I'm thinkin'.'

He laughed again, and drank another
glass of whisky.

Conseltine took no notice of the inter-
ruption, which he seemed scarcely to hear.

* What are ye goin' to do, sir ?' asked
Feagus.

* I don't know yet,' answered Conseltine
slowly. He sat down, and leant his head
upon his hand, Feagus and Richard
watching him keenly. * She's living at
Larry's mill, you say ?' he said presently,
without raising his eyes from the floor.

'At Larry's mill,' repeated Feagus.
* She's living all alone, under a false name,
at that ould antiquated rat-trap.'

' Alone ?' repeated Conseltine mean-
ingly.

' Alone 1' repeated Feagus.

* It's ruin,' said Conseltine, looking up,

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— * it's ruin for all of us if we don't get
that woman out of the way/

^Bedad it is, then/ said Feagus. His
pale face went whiter as he looked from
Conseltine to Richard, and then back
again, before stealing a look at Blake,
who, with his chin propped in his hands
and his elbows on the table, followed their
dialogue as well as his muddled wits
would allow, with his habitual expression
of dogged humour slightly deepened.

* See here, now,' continued the lawyer ;

• we're all friends here. The danger's
pressin', and what's goin' to be done has
got to be done quick.'

Conseltine's generally smooth and ex-
pressionless face was as a book in which
he read strange matter. Richard's heavy
hangdog countenance was white with
rage and distorted with apprehension.
Blake was the only one of the trio who
preserved anything like his customary
appearance.

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' I was thinking/ said Feagus, * as I
came along, unless — ^you see now, the mill's
a mighty old place, worm-eaten and dry
as tinder, and if — by an accident intirely
— in the night, when there's nobody
about to render help — a stray spark 'd do it,
for there's hay and sthraw scattered all
round convanient — and if— of course by
accident — the old place were to catch
fire, powers alive ! wouldn't it be an odd
happening? and if it did, what fault o'
yours or mine would it be, and who'd be
the wiser ?'

* God in heaven !' cried Blake, rising to
his feet, ' 'tis murder ye mean ! Now,
mark me, Conseltine, I'll be no party to
this. The curses of the son, the remorse
of the old lord, and the spirit of that poor
woman, would haunt me to me grave. I'll
have neither art nor part in such a plan.'

* Of course not,' said Conseltine, turning
his white face from the last speaker to
Feagus, * It's only Feagus's fun !'

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LADY KILPATRICK

Feagus, lcx>king at him, read more in
his glance than could Blake and Richard^
from both of whom his face was hidden.
What it was he did not yet know, but in
the score of years during which he had
known Conseltine, he had never seen in
his eyes such an expression.

' We must find legal means,' Conseltine
continued. * Good-day, Blake ; you'll think
of what I said to ye just now ?' Except
for an added shade of gloom, for which
Feagus's news of the presence of Moya
Macartney in the countryside would quite
well have accounted, his face now was the
face of every day. * 111 see ye again before
long. Come, Dick ; come, Feagus.'

The three left the hut.

' By the powers !' said Blake, as he filled
his seventh glass that day, *if the divil
wants a fourth he'll have to come in
propria persona himself an' join them.
I'm more than half inclined to take
Dick Conseltine's offer, and go across

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the water. Your sins are finding ye out,
Pat Blake. YouVe lived on his money for
years past ; 'twould be shabby conduct if ye
turned on him now. But then, there's
Moya. Poor colleen ! Eh, the handsome
slip of a girl she was — a long sight too
good for Kilpatrick, and 'twas I that
ruined her — or helped. And the boy ? A
fine lad, that; a handsome lad. Sure,
many a time IVe seen his mother lookin'
out of his eyes at me, and heard her spake
to me wid his voice. Ah, be damnM to
me, now, I'm gettin' ould and crazy ! 'Tis
an ould story — eighteen years ago. You
might have got used to the thought of it by
now, Pat Blake. Put more of the right
stuff into ye, and forget it.'

He obeyed his own prescription so
promptly that, half an hour after his
guests had left him, he fell into a sodden
sleeps with his head upon the table.

Conseltine and his two companions had
meantime walked on at a rapid pace, and

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in dead silence, for the first half-mile. It
was Conseltine who was the first to speak.

* That's a good idea of yours, Feagus.'

* It would be/ responded the lawyer, ' if
it were not for that cowardly drunken
villain, who stops us puttin' it into execu-
tion.'

* But he won't,' said the other. ' My
mind's made up. It's that or nothing.'

* But if he splits ?' said Richard.

* Split !' repeated Conseltine. * The job
once done, he has my leave to split as
wide as the Liffey. It's one oath against
three — the oath of a drunken blackguard
and beggar against the oaths of three men
of substance and position.'

* And sure that's true,' said Feagus.
* By the Lord, Mr. Conseltine, ye should
have taken to our profession. Ye'd have
been an honour to it*

' Besides,' said Conseltine, * he'll not
split. He has his own skin to save, and
he's as deep in the mud as we are in the

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mire.' He paused, and looked round
cautiously. The plain stretched to the
mountains on the one side and the sea on
the other, empty of any possible observer.
* We mustn't be seen together/ continued
Conseltine. * We'd better separate here.
But before we part, we'll just arrange the
details.'

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CHAPTER X.

ANOTHER INTERVIEW.

The shades of evening were beginning
to envelop the landscape as Peebles made
his slow and toilsome way towards Blake's
Hall. The old man had been in a
ferment of excitement all day long, and
nothing but his long years of habit
as chief officer and general director of
Lord Kilpatrick's household had sufficed
to hold him back from fulfilling his mo-
mently recurring desire to throw his duties
to the winds for that day, and at once
proceed to put to Blake the question
dictated to him by Moya Macartney. His
discomposure had not escaped the notice

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ANOTHER INTERVIEW

of his master, who, since the shock occa-
sioned by Desmond's renunciation of him
and his abrupt departure from the house,
had kept his room, and had resented all
approaches, even that of his favourite
Dulcie, with an exaggeration of his usual
snappish ill-temper.

* What the deuce are you dreaming about,
Peebles ?' he had asked, as the old servitor
made some slight blunder in the service
at his master's solitary dinner-table.

' If ye had an inkling of what I am
dreaming about,' Peebles had responded,
with his customary drawl, * ye'd be in nae
such a hurry to speer, maybe.*

At which his lordship had muttered an
angry * Pshaw !' and turned his face away.

* Is there any news of— of Desmond ?'
he asked a minute later.

* No, my lord,* answered Peebles ; ' none
that I ken o'.'

He was in so mortal a dread of prema-
turely letting slip the secret of Moya's

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presence in the neighbourhood that he
would not trust himself to approach the
subject at all.

* Where is he ?' asked Kilpatrick.
*They say he's at Doolan's form/ an-
swered Peebles.

* They say T snapped his lordship. * As
if you didn't know where the boy is, you
disingenuous old brute 1'

' Oh ay !' said Peebles tranquilly. * Swear
at me, wi' a' my heart, if it will ease your
lordship's heart, or your conscience.'

Kilpatrick pushed his plate aside.

* Take these things away and bring the
wine.'

Peebles obeyed, and filled his master's
glass, after which he lingered for a moment.

* Well, Peebles, well ? Have you any-
thing to say ?'

' Just that I'm going oot for an hour or
twa. I hae a visit to make. If ye want
anything in my absence the flunkey will
look after ye.'

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' Very good,' answered Kilpatrick, who
thought he knew the object of Peebles'
visit. * Peebles !' he called, as the old
man reached the door.

' My lord !'

*Has — ^has the boy any resources — any
funds ?'

* Not that I ken oV answered Peebles.
' He was aye too open-handed.'

* Well, if he wants money — he wouldn't
take it from me, I suppose — ^lend him what
he asks, and look to me for repayment.
There, there, that will do.'

Peebles saluted and retired, and set out
half an hour later for Blake's Hall. Enter-
ing the rude sitting-room, he made out,
through the gathering shadows, the figure
of Blake leaning on the table.

'In his general condition, . the drunken
wastrel !' said Peebles. * Tis odd but he's
sae drunk he'll not understand me when I
speak to him. Mr. Blake I Mr. Blake T
He shook the recumbent figure gently at

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firsts and then more roughly^ and at last
elicited a husky growL * Mr. Blake 1 Wake
up^ and speak to me. Man^ IVe news for
ye, and a question to ask o' ye. Wake up,
wake up, for the love o' Heaven 1'

Blake swayed back in his seat and opened
his eyes. His first act, half unconscious,
was to hold out his hand towards the bottle,
which Peebles snatched from him with the
quickness of a conjurer.

* YeVe had enough o' that for one while,
ye disgraceful object,' he said. * Wake up,
I tell ye ! Wake up, and tell me what I
want to know.'

*Oh, 'tis you, Misther Peebles T cried
Blake.

* Ay, 'tis myser,' returned Peebles. * IVe
news for ye, when ye're sufficiently sober
to hear it.'

Blake, like the practised toper he was,
pulled himself together, and succeeded
in looking solemnly and preternaturally
sober.

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* We're alone ?' asked the old Scot,
glancing cautiously round.

* We are/ said Blake. * Biddy's gone to
the village for more whisky.*

•Then listen/ said Peebles. *Moya
Macartne/s alive T He made the com-
munication slowly and distinctly, and
paused to mark its effect.

* Bedad ! that's true T returned Blake, as
calmly as if Peebles had said * Good-day.*

•Ye ken it!' cried the old man. *And
how the deil d'ye ken it ?'

* That's my business, sir,' said Blake.
* I do know it. She was in the church-
yard last night wid a Scotch gentleman of
your acquaintance !'

It was difficult to throw Peebles off his
mental balance for long at a time, and,
surprised as he was at Blake's knowledge
of the interview of the preceding night, he
went on with a perfect apparent calm :

*Weel, it should lighten your heart!
Ay ! ye should fall on your knees and thank

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God, who's kinder to ye than ye deserve^
that ye have not that puir lasde's death on
your conscience !'

* Have ye come here to preach ?' asked
Blake. .

* Na, na T said Peebles. ' That's not my
business, but it's yours, Mr. Ryan O'Connor,
if a' tales are true 1'

There could be no mistaking the effect
of this speech on Blake. He half rose
from his seat, clutching the sides of the
table with trembling hands, and stared at
Peebles with his eyes standing out of his
head with surprise.

'And how the thunder did you know
that V he asked.

'That's my business,' retorted the old
Scotchman dryly.

' Holy powers !' muttered Blake, falling
back into his chair, and passing his hand
across his eyes in a bewildered fashion.
' 'Tis dreamin' I am !'

'Listen to me, Patrick Blake,' said

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Peebles solemnly. * I met Moya Macart-
ney last night. Poor lass ! Her spirit's
sadly broken. Says she to me — " Peebles,
it's eighteen years since I spread the report
of my own death ; my hair is white, and my
heart is broken; gang to Mr. Blake and
ask him, as he values his own soul, to tell
ye if ever he was in holy orders.'

Blake breathed hard, staring at Peebles
with a face gone white.

* Answer !' cried the old man, ' and for
God*s sake answer truly 1'

' Well, then,' said Blake, * I was ; but not
when I married Moya Macartney to Lord
Kilpatrick.'

* Had they unfrocked ye ?' asked Peebles.
' Tell me that I'

* I'd unfrocked myself/ answered Blake.
*The Bishop said I was a disgrace and
scandal to the Church, and took from me
the only cure of souls I ever had.'

* But at the time ye married Moya were
ye drununcd out o' the Kirk ?'

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^ Devil the dnun about it^' responded
Blake. ^ The Bishop persuaded me to quit^
80 I just dyiUy retired. Twas cx)nvanient
at the time, for sure I had creditors
enough to -man a Queen's ship.'

' But ye had been a priest, and properly
ordained ?' asked Peebles.

^ Faith, I was as well ordained as any
priest need be. What the divil's the
matter wid ye?' he asked, as Peebles
sprang from the seat he had taken and
broke into a Highland fling. * Is it mad
ye are ?'

* Clean daft wi' joy !' cried the old man.
^ Gie's your hand, man !' He seized Blake's
hand and wrung it heartily. * By the piper
that played before Moses, ye're the Reverend
Mr. Blake still I — and by that same token
Moya Macartney is Lady Kilpatrick, and
Desmond Macartney is Desmond Consel-
tine, his lordship's son and heir I'

The mention of the name of Conseltine
electrified Blake. He clutched his whisky-

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muddled head in both hands, staring wildly
before him.

*My Godr he cried suddenly, *is it
dreamin' that I am ? No, by the Lord, 'tis
no dream, sir 1 Get up, man, get up 1 'Tis
no time to be sittin' here I They mean
mischief — already it may be too late 1'

* Too late 1 Too late for what ?' cried
the old man.

^Richard Conseltine and his boy, and
Feagus the attorney — ^bad cess to the lot of
'em — were here this forenoon. They know
Moya's alive 1 They know where she
lives ! Oh, my head, my head 1 what
was it the blackguards said? AhT he
screamed, * the mill I 'Tis at Larry's mill
that Moya's living V

* Yes 1' cried Peebles. * She's there. But
what of that ? Speak, man ! what is it ?'

* They mean to burn the mill, and her
with itP cried Blake. *For the love o'
God, run and find Desmond, and get
Moya out o' the place. 'Twas here that

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they plotted it. Man alive, I believe they
mean murder T

* Murder T gasped Peebles.

* Isn't it life or death to them to keep
Moya out o' the way ? Run, man I Run
every step o' the road I Ye've time to save
her yet. They daren't try it before night-
fall. Doolan's farm is on the way, and
ye'U find Desmond there. If ever ye loved
him, run T

Peebles, knowing the men with whom
he had to deal, needed no further warning,
but after a few more hasty words with
Blake, ran rather than walked from Blake's
Hall.

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MOTHER AND SON.

Peebles, though weary with his unwonted
vigil in the early morning and the anxiety
of the day, made good speed to Doolan's
farm, urged as he was by those most
powerful of stimulants, love and fear. It
was a long and rough road, but a younger
and stronger man than the old Scot might
have been satisfied with the speed at which
he covered it. He arrived panting at the
humble cabin, where the farmer and his
family, with Desmond among them, were
just sitting down to the plain but plentiful
evening meal of potatoes and buttermilk,
supplemented by a rasher of bacon in

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honour of the guest, whom Doolan felt
a great pride in entertaining, and who
would have found a welcome equally
warm at almost any house in the district.

* By my soul !* said the hospitable
farmer, as Peebles broke into the room and
fell exhausted into the nearest chair ; ^ 'tis
me lord's butler — 'tis Mr. Peebles I The
top o' the evening to ye, sor. Bridget,
I'm thinkin' Mr. Peebles will be takin' a
dhrop o' whisky. Saints above ! what's
wrong wi' ye, sor ?'

Peebles slowly panted his breath back,
while the farmer and his wife — the latter
a ruddy, handsome peasant woman, who
had been Desmond's nurse eighteen years
before — stood solicitously over him.

*Get the bottle, Bridget,' said the
farmer. *The poor gentleman's clane
blown.'

Peebles took a mouthful of the liquor;
and felt the better for it. ^

* What is it at all ?' asked Desmonds

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' Faith, ye look as if you'd seen a ghost*
What is it, old friend ?'

*You must come with me, Desmond,'
said the old man. * Fve news for ye —
news that will keep no longer.'

* If 'tis good news,' said Desmond, * sure
'tis welcome, and all the more welcome
for being unexpected.'

* Good !' cried Peebles — * it's the best !
It's better than I ever dared to hope !'

' Faith, then,' returned the boy, * let's
have it !'

* Not here, laddie, not here 1' said
Peebles. ''Tis only in your private ear
that I can whisper it yet.'

* We'll lave ye alone,' said the honest
farmer. * Come, Bridget ; come, children.'

* No, no !' said Peebles. * I've no time
to bide. Ye must come wi' me, Desmond.
It's not a' good news I bring ye. There's
danger near one ye love, laddie.'

* Dulcie ?' cried Desmond.

* No— Lady Dulde's safe, for a' I ken,

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and I saw her not three hours syne^ the
bonnie doo, blooming like the rose o'
Sharon. Come, lad, put on your hat —
Fm rested noo. Well gang together, and
m tell ye as we gang/

Desmond obeyed, in a great state of
bewilderment, and Peebles, when they
were some hundred yards away from the
farm, began his story by a question :

*Ye'll remember the poor woman ye
met last night in the kirkyard ?'

*Yes,' answered Desmond.

* Man,' said Peebles, * I scarce know
how to tell ye, or if yell believe me when
I've tellt ye. Maybe ye'll think I'm daft
or dreaming. You've just got to prepare
yourself for the greatest shock ye ever had
in your life. It well-nigh dinged the soul
oot o' me wi' surprise when I heard it, and
it will hit ye sairer still, I'm thinking.'

The old man's voice was so tremulous
with emotion that Desmond stopped short,
and peered into his &ct questioningly in

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the pale moonlight which was struggling
with the thick dust of the summer night.

*For God's sake, Peebles/ he said, 'what
is it ?'

* It's just this,' returned the Scot. *That
poor woman was Moya Macartney — your
own mother 1'

For some seconds Peebles' speech carried
no emotion to Desmond's mind.

* My mother !' he repeated, in a voice
whose only expression was one of pure
bewilderment. ' My mother ? — Moya
Macartney ?'

' Ay,' said Peebles. ' She that was dead
is alive. 'Tis a long story, and I've
neither time nor breath to tell you all.
She spread the report of her own death
eighteen years ago, and went across the
seas to America. All these long, weary
years, she's denied her heart the only
pleasure it could ever know — the pleasure
of seeing her son's face and hearing his
voice. At last she could bear it no longer

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— she came. It was she you talked wi' last
night in the kirkyard, she who kissed your
forehead and gied you her blessing/

Desmond clutched at his throat with a
choking sob.

' For God's sake, laddie/ cried the old
man, 'don't break down noo! There's
work to be done. You don't know all yet,
nor the half o't.'

* My mother !' cried Desmond. * My
mother !' He took off his soft felt hat,
crushing it in his hand, and pulled his
collar open, stifling with surprise and
emotion. Peebles, seeing it vain to con-
tinue his story for the moment, paused,
waiting till the first shock of his com-
munication should have passed away. ' My
mother T Desmond repeated again, after an
interval. He spoke mechanically, with an
utter lack of emotion in voice and manner.
• My mother ! Well ?'

*The laddie's stunned wi' the intelli-
gence,' said Peebles to himself, ^and

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small wonder. Can you understand what
I'm saying, Desmond ?* he asked, taking
the lad's arm. *We must gang on, lad.
There'll maybe be serious work for us
this night. D'ye understand me ?'

*Yes,' said Desmond slowly, his mind
still feeling numbed and dim. * I can hear
what you say, Mr. Peebles, but it — ^it all
seems so strange. Is it dreaming that I am ?'

*'Tis no dream,' answered Peebles. *It's
as real as the soil beneath your feet, and
as true as God's above ye. Pull yerself
together, lad, pull yerself together 1'

*Well,' said Desmond, resuming his
way in obedience to the impetus of Peebles'
hand, * go on — I'll try to understand.'

* She came back,' continued Peebles —
speaking slowly, that the words might better
penetrate the stunned intelligence of his
companion — * she came back a' that weary
way just to see the face and hear the voice
o' the bairn she'd suffered for eighteen
years ago. But, laddie, she's had strange

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news! You don't ken all the sorrowfii'
story. I tauld you, when that young cub,
your cousin, taunted you wi' the accident o'
your birth, never to think shame o' your
mother. I've had no chance since to tell
you more; I must tell it noo. Your
mother was entrapped by a sham marriage
—or, at least, the marriage was believed to
be a sham. It was Blake of Blake's Hall
who officiated as priest. Somehow, Moya
surmised that Blake might really have been
a priest, and asked me to gang till him and
speer if it was so. I went this afternoon
and saw him, and he confessed that he had
been in holy orders, and that, though
the Bishop had ta'en his cure o' souls
from him, he had never been legally
unfrocked. D'ye ken what that means,
laddie ?'

* My brain's reeling,' said Desmond ; * I
understand nothing.'

^ It means,' cried the old man, his voice
breaking with glad emotion — * it means that

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you're Desmond Conseltine, my master's
legitimate son and heir, the next Lord
Kilpatrick 1 Oh, laddie, it's brave news —
it's brave news — and my heart was just
bursting to tell it !'

Desmond spoke no word, and his silence
after the communication of the tidings a
little frightened his old friend, who peered
into his face as they walked on quietly side
by side.

* Hae ye nothing to say, Desmond ?' he
asked.

'What can I say?' asked Desmond.
'Where is my mother?' he asked suddenly.
' Is it to her that ye're taking me ?'

*Ay,' said Peebles. 'We're gaun to
Larry's mill, and there we'll find her.
Desmond, my man, she mustn't stay there.
There's danger abroad.'

They were in the middle of the wide,
waste country, but the old man could not
repress the searching look he cast around
him.

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^ She has ill-wishersi blackguardsi ivholl
stick at nothing to gain their cruel ends.
Blake told me this afternoon of a thing I
find it hard to credit. Your uncle, Richard
Conseltine, and his son, and that scoundrel
FeaguSi know that Mo}ra's alive, and where
she's living. Feagus saw her wi' me in
the kirkyard, and listened to our talk.
Blake thinks they might molest her
while she's there asleep ! We'll just hope
it's nothing but one of his drunken
havers, but I've kent Richard Conseltine
for well-nigh thirty years, and, man, he's
a mean creature. There's not much he'd
stick at, I'm thinking, for the price is the
title and estates of Kilpatrick. Anyway,
'tis just sober prudence to warn Moya and
get her awa' oot o' danger. Her proper
place is the Castle, but if she'll no consent
to gang there, we'll just find her another
shelter for awhile.'

While Peebles and Desmond were ear-

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nesdy discussing the strange news of her
resurrection and reappearance, Moya Mac-
artney was seated alone in the desolate
tenement known to the country people as
' Larry's Mill/

It was a dreary, tumble- down place, ill-
fitted for human habitation, and the * Larry *
by whom it had been owned had long gone
the way of all flesh. The house itself was
built on wooden pillars, and consisted of an
upper and a lower chamber; the former
utterly abandoned, save in the spring of the
year, when it was temporarily occupied by
an old shepherd ; the latter now and again
used as a sort of byre, or shelter-place for
cattle. A rough ladder, several rungs of
which had fallen away, led from the under
to the upper room.

The mill-wheel itself, choked with filth
and weeds, stood still and broken, the
waters of the stream which had once
turned it forcing their way through its
torn fissures and gaps, and forming a slimy

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pooL On the night of which we write
there had been heavy rains, and the
stream, swollen and black, was pouring
through the moveless wheel with the force
and the roar of a torrent.

A truckle-bed with a coarse straw
mattress, and a few coarse utensils, were
the only furniture of the upper room.
The floor was strewn with straw. A rude
window looked down on the wheel and
on the dismal pool beneath, and as the
water roared, and the wind blew, the
whole building shook as if about to be
swept away.

The sound of someone stirring below
startled the woman as she stood at the
window gazing silently out into the night

* Who's .there ?' she cried, turning and
looking down the open trap-door which
opened on the ladder.

* Sure it's only me, ma'am,' said a voice
— * Larry Monaghan ! I've a message to ye
from my mother, at the new mill beyant.'

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As the man spoke^ his head protruded
through the trap-door.

*I see yeVe a light convanient/ he
said, pointing to a tallow candle which
stood above the disused fireplace.

* Yes, sure/ answered Moya.

*Kape it burning, to drive away the
rats, but mind the sparks — the ould
timber's like touchwood. But sure it's
not that I came to say. My mother bids
ye come over with me to the new mill,
and shelter there, for sure this is no place
for a decent woman.'

*It's only for one more night,' replied
Moya, * and then I'll be laving for my own
home in the south. Though I thank your
kind mother all the same.'

* Saints above !' murmured Larry. * It's
not a wink of shleep I could get herel
They're sayin' the place is haunted by the
fairies.'

* Sure they won't harm a poor soul like
me I' cried Moya, with a musical laugh.

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* Thin ye won't come ? It's only a
short stretch down the hillside.'

^ rU stay where I am, thank you/ was
the reply. * I'm a sound sleeper, and even
when I'm waking, I've my thoughts for
company. It will be getting late ?'

* Past ten o'clock,' said Larry, * and the
rain's falling heavily. I'm concerned to
leave ye here, in a place so lonesome T

*The Lord will watch over mel'
answered Moya, crossing herself.

* Amin V said the man. * Then I'll say
good-night 1'

* Good-night 1'

With a dubious shake of the head,
Larry disappeared, and immediately after-
wards she heard the sound of his retreating
footsteps below. He was whistling as he
went, doubtless to keep up his courage,
for, like most of his class, he was super-
stitious. Presently all was silent, save for
the dismal murmur of wind and water.

Left alone, Moya sat on the bedside,

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looking at vacancy and thinking. Presently,
with a deep sigh, she rose, placed the
lighted candle for safety in a tin bowl on
the floor close to the bedside, and then,
kneeling down, covered her face with her
hands and prayed.

For a long time she remained thus,
praying silently. The wind howled, and
the water roared, but she did not stir.
When at last she rose, her fair face looked
calm and peaceful, as if the hand of an
angel had been placed upon her suffering
brow. Then she threw herself on the bed,
and after a time fell asleep.

How long she slept she never knew;
but she was wearied out, and her sleep
was sound. Suddenly, with a start of
terror, she awakened. The candle had
gone out, and the place was in total dark-
ness. As she lay trembling and listening,
she heard, above the moan of the elements,
the sound of something moving in the
room below, and saw, through the trap-

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door^ a gleam like the light from a lan-
thom.

* Who's there ?' she cried.

There was no answer, but the light
immediately disappeared.

Moya was not superstitious, and much
sorrow had given her unusual courage.
She sat up in bed, listening, and heard
again a sound from below — this time like
retreating footsteps.

* Sure it was only my fancy,' she thought,
*whcn I seemed to see a light yonder.
Twill only be some of the poor mountain
cattle sheltering from the storm.'

But at that moment a red gleam came
from the room below, and before she could
spring from her bed and look down the
gleam had become a flame, lighting up the
place like dawn. Conscious now of a real
and awful peril, she endeavoured to descend
the ladder, but a column of mingled smoke
and flame drove her back, suflFocating.

The room below was a sheet of fire,

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and piled against the walls was a heap of
dry hay and straw, burning brightly, with
flames that leapt up and caught the rotten
timbcn With a scream she again attempted
to descend, but was instantly driven back.
Then, scarcely knowing what she did, she
closed the trap-door, and rushing to the
window, threw it open.

She realized the truth now. The sounds
she had heard, the light she had seen, had
been made by human beings, and whether
by design or by accident, the mill had been
set on fire. Poor soul, she did not yet
understand that there were men living in
the world who would do even a deed like
that to compass a fellow-creature*s death.

As she stood terror-stricken, a tongue
of fire crept through the floor and caught
the loose straw with which it was strewn.
At this fresh horror she uttered a piercing
shriek, for escape seemed impossible. As
her voice rose on the night, it was answered
by another from the darkness.

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* Mother! mother!*

Her heart stood stUl. Was she dream-
ing ? Whose voice could it be that
uttered that holy name? She leant out
over the mill-wheel, and saw beyond
her in the darkness the glimmer of a
lanthorn.

*Help! helpr she cried; and as she
cried the whole place seemed rocking be-
neath, and thick clouds of smoke and
tongues of fire came up through the heat-
ing floor. Then again she heard the voice,
crying and imploring.

* Mother I mother!'

* Who's that ?' she cried.

* Desmond — your son Desmond !'

. Desmond ! Her son I Even in her
dire and awful peril she felt a thrill of
delicious joy.

*Save me, Desmond, save me!' she
cried.

* The water-wheel !' answered Desmonds
* Climb out from the window, stand oft

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the wheel, and lape for your life into the
pool below !*

Moya hesitated, and again, as the flame
and smoke thickened behind her, uttered
a despairing scream.

*'Tis your only chance for life,' called
the voice. * Jump, mother darling 1 Sure
ril be near to help ye! Jump, for the
love of God r

It was that or being burned alive. The
whole mill was now one sheet of flame,
and the fire scorched her as she stood,
while the wooden floor crackled and split
beneath her feet. Crossing herself, and
consigning her soul to God, she scrambled
out on the wheel and clung there on hands
and knees, exposed to the full force of
wind and rain.

*Jump, mother!' cried Desmond once
more. She fluttered forward with a cry,
and slipped rather than fell with a heavy
splash into the boiling waters of the pool.
As she did so her senses left her; she

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seemed to be sucked down, down into
some awful abyss ; then she was conscious
of nothing more.

When her eyes opened, she was lying
on the bank of the stream, with the light
from a lanthorn flashing into her face.

* Mother ! mother T cried the voice she
had heard before. * It's Desmond — ^your
son Desmond I'

His arms were round her neck, her head
was on his bosom. Peebles, holding the
lanthorn, bent over them, tears streaming
down his wrinkled face.

* Desmond — my boy '/ she murmured.

* Mother, my mother T he answered,
sobbing over her.

He had watched her drop into the mill-
pool, and then had plunged in to her
rescue, catching her as she was swept
down towards the fall below the mill, and
swimming with her to the bank whereon
she now lay.

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MR. PEEBLES PREPARES FOR WAR.

For a long, sacred space the mother
and son thus strangely reunited knelt
together, theu* arms about each other,
their hearts full of a whirl of many
mingled emotions which made speech im-
possible. When at last Moya broke the
long silence, it was with a voice curiously
calm, despite the deep underlying tremor
which told by what an heroic effort she
was able to speak at all.

* Desmond 1 My son T

^ Mother !' was all Desmond could sob
in return.

* Ye know me ? Ye know who I am ?'

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^Yes; Peebles has told me/ returned
Desmond.

* Ye don't shrink from me ? Ye don't
despise the poor woman that loves ye ?'

* Shrink from you I Despise you T
cried the boy, straining her to his heart,
and speaking between the kisses with
which he covered her face, her hands, her
dress. *Fm like to burst with joy for
finding ye ! I was alone in the world,
with scarce a friend, nameless and hope-
less and homeless, and God has sent me
ytmf

He raised her to her feet, and fell on
his knees again before her, looking up at
her with eyes bright with fast-running
tears.

* Mother ! mother I mother !'

It was all that he could say, and there
was at once infinite pleasure and poignant
grief in his repetition of the word. He
fell forward, embracing her kiiees.

' God's good, after all !' said Moya.

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* Many and many has been the bitter hour
all these weary years when I thought
He had forgotten me. Oh, my son, my
sonT

She lifted him from his kneeling posture,
and fed her hungry eyes upon his face.

' Ye're my own boy, Desmond. I can see
the face that I remember years ago, smilin'
at me from the glass, when I little thought
of the bitter trouble in store for me. I
can die happy now. There's nothing
more that God can give me, now that Fve
held you in my arms and heard you call
me mother.*

* Not for many a long year yet, please
•God/ sobbed Desmond ; ' not for many a
long, happy year that you and I will pass
together. Fve something to live for, now
— something to work for. We'll go away
together, back to the place you came
from, and forget the past and all its
misery.'

* His face, too T said Moya, who, in her

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passionately loving scrudn^r of Desmond's
features had let his words pass unheeded ;
^his face, as it was when I first knew
him !'

^ You mean my fether ?' cried Desmond.
^Fve disowned him ! IVe cast him oflF!
I have no fether ! — nobody in the world
but you, mother !'

^ Hoots, man !' said Peebles, who stood
blinking and looking on like an intelligent
raven, * are ye going to retreat just when
the battle's in your hand ? That's mighty
poor generalship, laddie !'

The events of the last quarter of an
hour had quite banished from Desmond's
memory the story the old man had told
him as they had walked from the farmer's
cottage towards the mill. At this sudden
interruption he stared at Peebles with the
empty look of one aroused from a day-
dream by words which bear no meaning to
his mind

'AH this trouble has turned the poor

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lad's brain/ said Peebles to Mop. * Hae
ye forgotten/ he continued to Desmond,

* all that I told ye not an hour syne ?'

The boy gave a sudden cry of recollec-
tion, and again threw his arms about his
mother's neck.

* Come !' he cried, * come to the Castle,
and take the place that's yours by
right.'

* Not yet, laddie, not yet,' said Peebles.

* Soft and cunning goes far. My lord's no
in a condition to hae sic a surprise sprung
on him wi' no sort o' warning. 'Deed,
'twould kill him, I'm thinking.'

* And serve him right !' cried Desmond
hotly.

* Hoots, man !' said Peebles again, ' ye're
in o'er much of a hurry to inherit.'

* I ?' cried Desmond. * I never thought
of myself. 'Tis for her, Peebles. Think
of the long years of misery she's endured,

of all the anguish — the — the ' His

voice broke.

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*Ayr said Peebles. *Yc think as the
young, who have never kenned sorrow, are
apt to think. She has sufiered so long
that anither day or twa will hardly matter
much, Fm thinking. You must bide a
wee, laddie. You must trust to Peebles.
I'm just as anxious to see you and your
mother get your rights as ye can be yersel' ;
but lookers-on see most of the game, and
my lord's head is cooler than yours is like
to be.'

*He is right, Desmond,' said Moya.
* We must think of— of your father, and
then — ^'tis myself, too, that has need of
time and need of prayer. If the news had
come years back, I couldn't have held
myself back. I should have run to him
at once. But now — ^'tis not of him I
think; 'tis of you. 'Tis little enough
pleasure to me to know that I am Lady
Kilpatrick, and the love that would have
carried me to him is gone — gone all to
you, Desmond.'

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She fell silent for a time, looking straight
before her with an expression which her
two companions strove vainly to interpret
till she spoke again.

* Those villains think that they have
killed me/ she said presently, speaking
quietly, almost dreamily. * I was thinkin'
that maybe '

'Yes, lassie — I mean Lady Kilpatrick,'
said the old man, substituting the title for
the more familiar form of address, with all
the respect of a good Scot for the upper
ranks of the social hierarchy.

' They think Fm dead,' she said again,
in the same slow and dreamy fashion.
' Wouldn't it be better if I were dead ?'

^ God guide us !' exclaimed the old man,
* her wits are wandering.'

'No,' she said. *But couldn't I go
away •quietly to some place where Des-
mond could come and see me at odd
times ? I'd not disgrace him, then, nor —
nor Henry. If Blake will spake the truth,

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Desmond will be the next Lord Kil-
patrick^ and that will make me as happy
as I can ever be this side o' the grave/

^ Disgrace me I' cried Desmond. ^ Oh^
mother ! how can ye speak so ?' What is
it to me that I am to be Lord Kilpatrick ?
Sure, rd rather be the poor Squireen, and
have you to love and work for, than be
king of all Ireland.'

* Weel said !* cried Peebles. * Eh, there's
the real grit in ye, laddie! But I'm think-
ing that maybe ye'U find mair virtue in
the title o' Lord Kilpatrick than ye think
for. Think o' Lady Dulcie, Desmond.
Can ye ask her, the bonnie doo, to share
sic a life as ye'd hae to live for years and
years to come, before ye've made a name
and position for yersel' ? It looks easy at
your age to conquer the world, but the
fight's a long and bitter one. And then,
there's the plain justice of the case. Let
right be done. Your mother's Lady Kil-
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my lord's heir, and Fll see them damn'd —
the Lord forgive me for swearin* ! — before
rU let yon brace o' murderin' thieves
prosper at your expense. No, no, Moya,
my lass. There's nae hurry for the moment.
We can afford the time to bide and turn it
over till we've hit on the best means o'
gettin' your rights — but hae them ye
shall, and Desmond, too, or my name's no'
Peebles. But save us a', here are ye twa
poor creatures standing here drippin' water.
Ye'U be takin' yer deaths o' cauld. I must
find ye anither shelter, my lady, where ye
may bide quiet and canny till matters are
arranged. I'll ha* to find how the land
lies, and prepare my lord's mind. I hae't !
There's Patsy Maguire's cottage. He's
gone to Dublin to sell his stock for emi-
grating to America. He'll not -be back
for a week, and the bit sticks o' furniture
are a' there. .'Tis a lonesome place.
Ye'U not be disturbit, and nobody need ken
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want by a sure hand. Kiss your son, and
say good-bye to him for a day or twa.
Trust to me T

Desmond and his mother took each
other again in their arms, and for a minute
the deep silence of the night was broken
only by the babble of the brook and the
sound of their sobs and kisses. Then the
old mill, which had been blazing furiously,
though unheeded, fell in upon itself with
a thunderous crash.

* Lord save us !' cried Peebles, * come
awa' if ye don't want the countryside
about us I It's jest a wonder that
naebody's come alreatfjH Hootl they're
coming T

A noise of distant voices and the
clatter of feet became audible.

'QqiA^ quick!' cried the old man.
^Get WoL hame, Desmond; I'll see to
your mother.'

He took Moya by the arm, and with
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while Desmond moved off in the contrary
direction. Once or twice he had to hide
behind trees and boulders from the people
who were now passing towards the mill,
attracted from all quarters by the blazing
timbers.

Once clear of them, and out again in
the wide silence of the summer night, he
tried hard to fix his mind on the events of
the evening, but his brain was bewildered,
and seemed like a screw too worn to bite ;
he could think to no satisfactory result.
Half mechanically, his feet bore him in
paths he had travelled thousands of times,
and he found himsefll'fe last on the outskirts
of Kilpatrick Castle. Then his wandering
wits fixed themselves on one image —
Dulcie ! He stole noiselessly as a thief about
the great house. It was still as a tofljjl and
dark, but for a single ray of light^^hich
shone from a window which he knew to
be Dulcie's. His heart glowed with love
and hope. At last she should be his!

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There was no question now of accepting
her heroic self-sacrifice. He could give
her the position that she had a right to
aspire to. She had descended from her
lofty station like a pitying angel to love
the poor, nameless boy. He could raise
her to a higher. His heart was so full
of love and pride and triumph that he
knelt on the turf beneath that friendly
gleam of light, and prayed to it as a
devotee would pray to the shrine of his
favourite saint, the happy tears running
down his face.

* God bless my darling !' he said softly.
* God bless her ? ^ '

The desire again to see her face, to
hear her voice, was too strong to be re-
sisted. He threw a few pebbles of gravel
againtt the glass, and a moment later the
blind was drawn aside. Lady Dulcie saw
him standing pale and still in the broad
moonlight, and softly raised the window.

* Desmond, is it you ?'

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* Yes, Lady Dulcie. Speak low. May-
be they're listening. I couldn't stay away
longer ; I longed so to see you.'

* m come down to you/ she whispered ;
* go to the west door.'

He slipped away, and a minute or two
later Dulcie issued from the house, en-
veloped in a white dressing-gown, her
naked feet glistening in rose-coloured
slippers. Desmond made an irrepressible
motion to take her in his arms, but, re-
membering his soaked condition, drew
back.

* Why,* said Dulcie, * you're all drip-
ping wet, you silly boy ! What have you
been doing with yourself ?'

' I've been fishing,' said Desmond.
' Fishing ?' repeated Dulcie.

* Yes, sure,' said the boy, with a happy
laugh. 'I've landed the biggest fish of
the season. I'll tell ye all about it by-
and-by, Dulcie. Not yet. 'Tis a secret.
Haven't ye a kiss for me ?'

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Dulcie pecked at the cheek he extended
towards her, making a comic little face.

* What is your secret, Desmond ?' she
asked. * Can't you trust me ?*

* Not yet, my jewel/ said Desmond.

* Trust me a bit. FU tell you this much,
dear. Our troubles are over, and FU be
coming in a day or two to claim ye ! Is
that as sweet to you to hear as it is to me
to say, I wonder ?'

'This is all very mysterious,' said
Dulcie. 'But you seem very happy,
Desmond. Won't you tell me what has
happened ?'

* Not yet. Wait a bit, and be as happy
as your curiosity will let you.'

* You provoking wretch !' cried Dulcie.

* Fm sure something has happened ; you
seem so ridiculously happy.'

' Then I look as I feel. Tell me,' he
went on, to stave off further questioning
on her part, ' how are things going on here
at the Castle ? How is Lord Kilpatiick ?'

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■

' He's better in health/ replied Dulcie,
*but he's very glum and silent, and he
keeps his room. He has seen nobody but
Peebles, and Mr. Conseltine, and me.
He's dreadfully changed — quite sullen
and disagreeable. Oh, by the way, Mr.
Conseltine and that son of his were
out nearly all day, and when they came
back, about an hour ago, I happened to
pass them in the hall. They were both
dreadfully pale, and looked awfully dis-
turbed and frightened. Has your secret
anything to do with tkem ?'

* Maybe,' said Desmond. * Sure, 'tis no
use you asking questions. But 'tis good
news I have for you, when the time comes
to speak. And now, darling, give me
another kiss, and go back indoors.'

He tried hard to hold himself from
embracing her, but his arms were round
her before he knew it and he strained her
to his breast with all his strength.

* I've ruined your gown,' he said peni-

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tently, when the embrace was finished,
' but I couldn't help it. You'd draw the
soul out of a stone when you look like that.
The mischiefs done now, so 111 take
another! Good-night, my angel. Sweet
dreams, and a happy waking for ye ! If I
stay any longer I'll be breaking down and
telling you all, and' tis best you shouldn't
know for a while.'

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CHAPTER XIII.

FATHER AND SON.

During breakfast next morning at the
Castle the two Conseltines, father and son,
who were usually punctual in their appear-
ance at meal hours, descended late. They
were pale and quiet; and Richard, who
had his nerves very much less under
control than had his astute and resolute
parent, was so obviously ill at ease as to
bring down upon himself the notice and
comments of his lordship. The old noble-
man, sick of the seclusion of his solitary
chamber, had appeared at the breakfast
table, in hopes that a little cheerful society
might aid in dissipating the unwelcome

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reflections which, since Desmond's de-
parture from the Castle, had beset his
waking hours and broken his nightly rest.
At no time gifted with the most equable
temper in the world, he was particularly-
snappish and irritable that morning.

* Your lordship will no' hae heard the
news, Fm thinking,' said Peebles, stand-
ing at the sideboard and breaking in
upon the uneasy silence. His eyes dwelt,
as if by accident, upon Richard Consel-
tine's face as he spoke, and the young
man's pale complexion assumed a greenish
hue.

* What news are you talking about ?'
asked Kilpatrick.

* There was a fire last night,' answered
Peebles.

Richard, conscious of his father's coldly
threatening eye, spilled half the contents of
the glass of brandy-and-soda by which he
had that morning replaced the soberer
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fast table, and conveyed the remainder to
his lips with a shaking hand.

' A fire ! Where ?' asked KUpatrick.

* At the old mill up by the burn/ said
Peebles. * 'Twas burned to the ground,
Fm told, and there's some talk of an old
peasant woman, a gangrel strange body
that they had gien shelter to, having been
burned wi' it*

' God bless my soul !' murmured his
lordship. * Has the body been found ?'

Richard emitted an involuntary gasp,
and clung with his feet to the leg of the
table.

' No,' returned Peebles, * not yet.
There's just the chance it never may be.
A good part o' the blazing timbers fell
into the burn and were carried awa', and
it's like eneuch the body went wi' them —
or maybe they'll come upon it digging
among the ruins.'

* Who was the woman ?' asked Dulcie.
' Does anybody know her ?'

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* Nobody that I ken o'/ returned
Peebles, with an immovable face. *A
bit tramp body/

* Deuced odd/ said Kilpatrick. * How
could a place like that, miles away from
anywhere, catch fire? Is there any sus-
picion of arson ?'

* 'Deed,' said Peebles, * I don't know
why there should be. Who is there
that wad do siccan mischief? To
be sure/ he added, with a reflective
air, * the woman might have enemies.
Those tramps are a waesome lot to
deal wi' — but it's most likely that she
did it hersel' by accident, poor thing.
We'll just hope so, for the sake o'
human charity — till we get further in-
formation, anyway.' He looked at
Richard again as he spoke the last words,
and had some dilfficulty in repressing any
sign of the angry scorn he felt at sight
of the young man's livid face. ' It's
hard on Larry, dacent lad,' he continued.

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* rm thinking that your lordship might
do worse than start a subscription for
him/

* Certainly, certainly/ said Kilpatrick.
*ril give five pounds. You have my
leave, Peebles, to say so, and to ask for
subscriptions in my name.*

* ril give five,' said Dulcie.

* I shall be glad to follow so good
an example,* said Conseltine. He strove
hard to speak in his usual smooth fashion,
but his voice sounded harsh and unsteady
to his own ears. He gave Richard an
angrily prompting look, and the boy tried
to speak, but his tongue rattled against
the roof of his mouth. ' I thought you
would,* said Conseltine, quickly inter-
preting the inarticulate sound issuing
from his son*s throat as an expression of
charitable sympathy. ' Put Richard and
myself down for ten pounds, if you please,
Mr. Peebles.*

* I thank ye. Lady Dulcie and gentle-

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men/ said Peebles. *It's good to hae
feeling hearts/ and the means of proving
that ye hae them. Fll let ye know any
later news — if the body's found, or any-
thing o* that kind.*

* What the devil's the matter with you ?'
his lordship asked of Richard, with sudden
acerbity. Richard was as white as death,
and shivering like a leaf.

* It's the heat, or — or something/ he
managed to stammer out.

* Let me help you to your room, my
boy,' said his father.

He rose, and supported Richard from
the table, hiding as well as he could his
pitiable condition.

* You cowardly fool !* he hissed in
his ear, when he had got him to his own
chamber and locked the door. ' Do you
want to ruin us ? What are ye afraid of,
ye shaking poltroon ?'

' He knows !' gasped Richard ; ' 1 could
see it in his eye ; he knows.'

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' Knows !' echoed Conseltine scornfully.

* What does he know ?'

* He knows that the woman at the mill
was Moya Macartney/

* And if he does/ said Conseltine, * what
then ? What can he prove ?*

* He knows more than that, Fll swear !'
cried Richard. 'I saw him look at me.
He knows enough to hang us.*

' Hang us !* repeated the elder. ' By
the saints, I've a mind to save the hangman
half his work, you white-livered, croaking
coward !*

*If he doesn't know, Blake does,' said
Richard.

' Leave Blake to me,' said his father.

* I'll look after Blake. 'Twill be a ques-
tion of money ; he'll bleed us pretty freely,
I expect ; but if he opens his mouth too
wide I'll bluff him, and swear he dreamt
it. 'Tis two against one, any way; two
men of good position and unblemished
record against one drunken vagabond.

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They can prove nothing, let them talk as
they may. Feagus will hold his tongue
for his own sake, for if the case comes
before the court there are three to swear
that he suggested the business. There's
no danger at all, except from your cursed
cowardice. Pull yourself together, and
trust to me. They can prove no motive.
Why should you and I go burning mills
and killing old peasant women? Feagus
is the only creature alive who knows
that we were aware of Moya's identity.
Keep a cool head, and youll be Lord
Kilpatrick before long/

The task which Peebles had undertaken
was no easy one, and the more he con-
templated it, the more dilfficult it seemed
to grow. He racked his brains over the
problem of how to make known to one in
so precarious a condition of health as Lord
Kilpatrick the secret of Moya's continued
existence, and of her presence in the
neighbourhood. The difficulty was com-

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plicated by the cowardly and criminal
attempt on her life by two members of
his lordship's femily, for the honour of
which the faithful old servant was deeply
concerned. That two such scoundrels
should still be permitted to prey on the
kindness of his master, and diminish
Desmond's patrimony, was intolerable ;
that they should be publicly charged with
their crime was impossible. Feagus, too,
was in the same boat, and must also be per-
mitted to escape, for it was impossible to
denounce him without bringing the crime
of the Consel tines to light. But, then,
there was the chance — the strong chance
— of the gossip of the countryside bring-
ing to their ears the knowledge of
Moya's continued existence, and what three
such scoundrels might do to cover their
unsuccessful attempt, and to secure
their endangered booty, it was hard to
say.

The need for decisive action was press-

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ing, but in what direction was that action
to be taken ? One course, and one course
only, seemed to Peebles clear for the
moment. It was in his power to secure
Moya*s safety from any further attempt.
That could be done by simply telling the
two villains now in the house that their
nefarious proceeding of the night before
was known. Once resolved, Peebles was
as bold a man as any that ever trod shoe-
leather; and with such a weapon as was
furnished by his hold over the two Con-
seltines he would have faced an army.
His resolution taken, he walked with an
assured foot upstairs to Richard's bedroom,
and knocked at the door ; it was opened
by the elder man.

' I*d like a word with you, if you please,
Mr. Conseltine,' he said.

' Presently, Mr. Peebles, presently,* said
the other, who did not care to expose his
son and confederate to the old man's keen
eye in his present pitiful condition of

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nervous excitement. * We have business
of importance together/

* It must be business o* very great
importance,' said Peebles, ' if it can't wait
till mine is finished/

Conseltine's hard eye dwelt on the old
man's face, and his lips twitched in a
hopeless attempt to maintain their im-
passivity.

* You arc importunate, my old friend/
he said.

' Ye'd better listen to me,* returned the
grim old servitor.

Conseltine stood aside to allow him to
enter, and closed and locked the door
behind him. Richard was seated on the
bed. He made a terrible and clumsy
effort to seem at ease as Peebles' gaze
passed lightly over him before it settled
again on his father.

' Well, sir ?' said Conseltine as calmly as
he could.

* Before making the communication I

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hae to make/ said Peebles, his usual slow
and deliberate drawl more slow and
deliberate than ever, *I hae to tell ye
that, but for the honour o* the house
I've served man and boy for five-and-forty
years, I should have conseedered it my
duty as a good citizen to hand you and
your son, Mr. Richard Conseltine, here
present, into the hands o' justice/

Neither of the persons he addressed
making any reply to this preamble, Peebles
continued :

* When Larry's mill was burned down
last night, the woman once known as Mojra
Macartney, best known to you and me,
Mr. Conseltine, as Lady Kilpatrick, was
leeving there.'

That Conseltine knew of Moya's claim
to the title Peebles gave her was only a
shrewd guess of the latter's, but the start
and pallor with which Conseltine heard
the words showed the old man that the
shaft had struck home.

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•The mill/ continued Peebles, *was
fired by you and your son there, in
complicity wi* one Feagus, the lawyer,
wi' the object of destroying the unfortunate
lady, your brother's wife/

Richard gave a sort of feeble gulp at
this, and cowered terror-stricken on the
bed.

*It's by no virtue o' yours, Mr. Con-
seltine, that your wicked will was not
worked. Moya Macartney, Lady Kil-
patrick, is alive and safe. She was rescued
fi-om death by her son, Desmond Con-
seltine, sole lawfully begotten son and heir
of my master. Lord Kilpatrick.'

* Damn you !* cried Richard, leaping
from the bed at these words with a flash
of hysteric anger conquering his fears.
* You come and tell us this ! Father !*

* Hold your tongue !* said the elder man
quietly. * Don't play the fool, Richard
Conseltine/

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loathing admiration of his courage and
coohiess.

* If you've any more to say, Mr. Peebles/
Conseltine continued, * you'd better get it
over.'

* Just this,' said the old man : * ye'll hold
your tongue about the business till I see fit
to speak. Ye'll cease to trade on his
lordship's generosity, and rob the poor lad
ye've kept out of his rights all these years,
and the poor woman yeVe tried to murder.
And if in a day or two ye can manage to
find some business o' sufficient importance
to tak' ye awa' oot o' this place, and to
keep ye awa' oot o't for the rest o' your
natural lives, so much the better. I don't
think,* he added reflectively, as he scraped
his lean jaws thoughtfully with his long
fingers — *I don't think there's any ither
thing to be arranged. Ye'd better keep
clear o* Blake, perhaps.'

'One word, Mr. Peebles,' said Con-
seltine, as the old nian turned to go.

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•When do you intend to break to my
brother the news of — of that woman being
alive r

*I canna preceesely tell ye/ returned
Peebles. * As soon's I think he's strong
enough to hear it In the mean time,
Mr. Conseltine, ye'd best ca' cannie. Vm
secret in the game till ye try another
move ; but if ye do, Fll split on ye, as sure
as God's in heaven !'

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CHAPTER XIV.

LADY KILPATRICK.

Peebles had left the Conseltines barely
half an hour when a message was brought
to him in his pantry that Mr. Blake of
Blake's Hall would be glad to have the
pleasure of a word with him. Blake,
being ushered into the old man's private
room, immediately demanded whisky, and,
having been supplied, inquired of Peebles
what was the news concerning Moya«

'I met Larry as I was coming here.
Sure, he's like a madman, raving about the
poor woman that must have been burned
wid the mill, though sorra a chip of her
bones or a rag of her dress have they
found.'

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* They're no likely to find anjrthing/
said Peebles. * I went straight to Desmond
last night, and he was just in time to rescue
her from the awfu' death the villains had
plotted for her/

'Glad am I to know it/ said Blake.
* Are the rogues laid by the heels yet ?'

'No/ said Peebles, 'nor will they be,
wi' my good will. Man, 'twould break my
lord's heart ! His ain brother, Mr. Blake !
his ain brother's son ! No, no. They must
be let gang, for the honour o' the family,
though it's a hard lump to swallow, and
goes terribly against my conscience, that
twa such wretches should be fi'ee while
many a decent man's in prison. But
there's just no help for it And noo, just
tell me, Mr. Blake, are ye sober — sober
enough, I mean, to know the value of
what ye're saying ?'

* Sober, is it ?' cried Blake. * Soberer
than I've been this five-and-twenty years,
bad luck to me !'

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* Then listen to me/ said' FiceBles.
^ 'Twas you that married his lordslnp to
Moya Macartney ?'

* Twas so/ returned Blake.

' And ye had really been ordained a
clerk in holy orders before that time V

* I had, but when I performed the cere-
mony I used a ^se name.^

^That makes no diffisrence,' returned
Peebles. * You were a clerg3rman9 you are
a clergyman, and a clergyman youll die.
Holy orders are indelible ! I ken that
much, diough Fm no churchman mysd*.
Noo, Moya's saf^ and it's my * intention,
jest as soon as it can be done withoot
chance of damage to my lord's health, to
break the news to him, and TU look to
you to put all possible assistance in the
way o* proving your possession o' the neces^
sary power to perform a legal marriage.'

' H'm !' said Blake doubtfully.

^And what the deil d'ye mean by
« h'm''?' asked Peebles.

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' You're talkin' mighty aisy/ said Blake^
*of my givin' up the only means o*
livelihood Fve had these years past/

* Means o' livelihood,' repeated Peebles,

* You're doited, man alive ! What has this
question to do wi' your means of liveli-
hood?'

^Just the blackmail that Dick Conseltine
has paid me to hold my tongue,' replied
Blake with a beautiful candour.

* That's all o'er now,' said Peebles.

* He kens that Moya's alive, and he kens
that / ken it. Eh, Patrick Blake,' he
continued, shaking his head reproachfully
at the burly figure opposite him, *ye'vc
been a sad scoun'rel in your time, I doubt.
But ye helped to save that puir lass's life,
and I'll no be hard on ye. What can be
done for ye in reason shall be done.
Maybe the wages o' honesty won't amount
to as much as the wages o' sin, but ye'U
hae a clearer conscience to mak' up the
balance. I can promise naething, but FU

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speak to Desmond and my lord. I'm
thinking ye'd be best oot o* the country.
Some hundred pounds and a passage to
America would suit ye fine/

* Emigration !' said Blake. ^ Twas that
Dick Conseltine was advising the other
day. Faix, yeVe all in a migh^ hurry
to get rid o' poor old Pat Blake. Well,
Peebles, I'll trust ye. IVe always found
ye square and honest, and I like the boy.
I'd rather see him with the title than that
ape cub o' Dick Conseltine's, any day of
the year. As for the help I can give ye,
well, there's me licence to preach, marry,
and bury, signed by the Bishop, and
granted at Maynooth College. IVe got
it at home at Blake's Hall to this day,
and faith, if that's not enough, I can
find a score o' people at my old cure
who'll remember me and swear to my
identity.'

At this moment he was interrupted by
a rap at the pantry door, and a servant

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LADY KILPATRICK

announced that Peebles was needed in my
lord's chamber.

* Wait here/ said the old man to Blake.
* m no' be long/

Peebles mounted the stairs, and found
Kilpatrick seated at the open window of
his room. He gave some commonplace
instructions which could quite easily have
been fulfilled by any other servant in the
house. Peebles, who knew his master's
mind as though he had made him, obeyed
the orders, and stood at his elbow silently.

* Well, Peebles ? well ?' asked Kilpatrick.

* Well, my lord ?' said Peebles.

* What are you waiting for ?'

* For your lordship's orders.'
Kilpatrick sat twisting his fingers in a

nervous silence for a second or two, and
then abruptly asked :

* Where's Desmond ? I suppose you've
seen him lately ?'

' Ay !' said Peebles, ' I saw him last
night.'

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' And what had the young scamp ta ^
for himself? Still on the high hors^ I
suppose ? When does he propose to
honour my house with his presence again?'

* God forgive us !' said Peebles, shaking
{lis head at his master with a mournful
reproof. ^ '^ Still on his high horse/'
quotha I 'Tis you that are walking wi'
the bare feet o' conscience in the mire o'
repentance, if your silly pride would let
ye own till it/

Kilpatrick tried to look angrily at the
old man, but the continued slow shake of
Peebles' head, and the calm penetration of
the eyes that dwelt on his, cowed him.

^ I ask you, Peebles,' he cried suddenly,
^ is not my position a hard one ?'

* Sair hard,' said Peebles ; ^ but ye made
it yoursel', and ye hae nae right to
grumble.'

* It's harder than I deserve,' cried Kil-*
patrick« *If — ^if it was the — ^thc just
measure of punishment for — ^for that siUy

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indiscretion of years ago/ I should not
complain, but '

* My lord !' said Peebles, * dinna gang
beyond God's patience. " Just measure o'
punishment !" ** too hard !" I wonder ye
hae the presumption to sit in that chair,
and talk to me that ken the circum-
stances/

' Hold your tongue, confound you 1' said
his master.

* That will I no*; returned Peebles, * till
as your speeritual weelwisher and your
carnal servant I hae done my best to
purge your heart o' the black vanity yc
cherish.'

* Go to the devil, you canting old
scoundrel I' screamed Kilpatrick.

* After your lordship,' said Peebles
suavely, and flowed on before the angry
old gentleman could stop him. ' You say
your lot's a hard one ? You complain that
Providence is punishing you too severely ?
Man, yc are just like a spoiled child, that

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sets a house afire in his wantonness, and
then thinks he's badly treated because he
gets his fingers burnt Your lot a hard
one ! What about the lot o' the innocent
lass that trusted ye, and that ye ruined and
dew ? What about the bright bonny lad
that God put it into his mither's heart to
send here t' ye, that should hae been a
sound o' peace in your ears, a light unto
your eyes, a sermon to your understanding,
ilka day this eighteen years bygone ?
What about his shame and anguish, his
loss of respect and belief in all his kind,
because you, the one man he loved and
trusted most, turned to base metal in his
sight ? And ye are hardly treated ! Gin
ye had your deserts, Henry Conseltine,
Lord Kilpatrick, ye'd be on the treadmill
at this minute. There's many an honester
man than you that's praying God this
minute for bread and water to stay his
carnal pangs, while ye sit here, full o'
meat, and pufied out wi* idleness. IU«

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treated ! Ma ceitie !' cried the old man,
with a fall from an almost Biblical
solemnity of phrase to latter-day col-
loquialism which would have seemed
ludicrous to any third person. * Ye're no
blate ! Perhaps ye'd like a step up in the
peerage for havin* ruined an honest lassie
and broken a poor lad's heart ?'

' Upon my soul/ said Kilpatrick, twisting
in his chair, ' I don't know why I stand
your infernal impudence.'

' For the same reason/ returned Peebles,
' that you stand the infernal impudence o'
your ain conscience. Ye've been trying to
drug and bully that into quiet a' these
years, and ye've no succeeded yet, and ne'er
will, the Lord be praised ! Ye ask,' he con-
tinued, * if Desmond's on his high horse yet?
Ay, is he — on a higher horse than ever/

' What do you mean ?' asked Kilpatrick.

^ Circumstances have come to light this
last day or twa,' said Peebles, ' that put a
new complexion on a' this business/

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'What circumstances ?* asked his lord*
ship wonderingly.

'Strange circumstances/ said Pedbles.
' I've news for ye that'll mak' your ears to
tingle, Fm thinking/

' Curse you !' cried the old man ; 'can't
you speak out, instead of jibbering and
jabbering in this fashion, you old death's*
head!'

' Ye're a foul-mouthed person, Lord
Kilpatrick/ said Peebles dryly, ' but let that
flea stick to the wall. I've news for ye
that it will tak' courage to listen to/

' Man alive !' cried Kilpatrick ; ' for the
love of God don't waste your time and
my patience in this fashion I What is
your news ?'

' Just this/ said the old man slowly and
deliberately: 'The marriage with Moya
Macartney, that ye believed to be a
sham marriage — the more shame to ye for
it — ^was no' a sham at all, but as goo^
a marriage as Mras ever made betvreoi

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man and maid on this earth, and as
binding !'

Kilpatrick stared at him like one
distraught, breathing heavily, and grasping
the side-pieces of his armchair with
twitching fingers.

*'Tis sooth Fm tellin' ye,' returned
Peebles. 'Blake was in holy orders.
He'd been deprived of his cure and he per-
formed the ceremony under a &lse name,
but he'd ne'er been disfrocked. Desmond
is your lawfully begotten son — ^your heir !'

Kilpatrick's reception of this astounding
news fairly astonished the old man. After
the first dumfoundering effect of the
communication had passed, Kilpatrick
sprang from his chair, his face flushed, his
eyes glittering.

' Is it true ? Is it true ?*

' True as death 1' responded Peebles.

* Where is he ?' cried the old man.
* ^or God's sake, Peebles, bring him here I
Let me see him !'

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His face darkened with a sudden ex-
pression of doubt.

'Peebles,* he cried brokenly; * you're
not playing with me ? You're not de-
ceiving me ? I've been a good master to
you these years past ; you couldn't — ^you
wouldn't '

'God forbid!' said Peebles. 'It's
gospel truth/

* But/ asked Kilpatrick, ' why has Blake
been silent all these years ?'

^ Because/ said Peebles, \ Richard Con-
seltine has made it worth his while.'

* By Heaven !' cried the old lord, ' I'll
break every bone in Dick's body ! Peebles,
you don't know what I've suffered all
these years. Even from you I've hidden
my miseries. I've looked at Desmond,
standing side by side with that ugly cub
of Dick's, and ground my teeth to think
that I couldn't leave the title to him.
God bless you, Peebles — God bless you
for the news ! 'Fore Gad ! I shall go

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mad with joy. Peebles, 111 double your
wages if you'll get the boy here in an
hour from now. What are you standing
glowering there for ? Run, you old
rascal, run, and bring Desmond to me!
My eyes are hungry for him ! TU ac-
knowledge him before the world I He
shall marry Dulcie before the week's out,
and rU live to nurse my grandson yet !
Dick's face will be a sight to see when he
learns that I know this/

Peebles did not move. He was re-
volving in his mind the wisdom of at once
breaking to Kilpatrick the news that the
wife he deemed dead was living.

' Desmond shall do that,' he said to
himself. *Ay, Desmond shall db that.
'Twill come better from him. My lord's
heart will be softened. 'Twill be less of a
shock than if / told him. Ay, ay,' he
said aloud, as Kilpatrick impatiently bade
him begone and fetch Desmond. 'He
shall be here inside an hour, my lord.'

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^ God bless you, old friend/ said his
lordship, shaking hands with him. * You're
a pragmatical old Puritan, but you've
taken ten years off my age to-day/

Peebles descended to the pantry, where
he found Blake still in intimate converse
with the whisky bottle.

* Mr. Blake, would ye do my lord and
me a service ?'

* By my troth, I will, then,' said Blake.
Peebles called a groom, and bade him

prepare a horse and carriage.

' I want ye, Mr. Blake, to drive to
Maguire's cottage over at Cornboy. There
you'll find Moya Macartney — tell her she
must come with you. Then drive on to
Doolan's Farm, and pick up Desmond.
Bring them both here, and I'll have a boy
posted in the road to warn me that ye're
coming.'

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CHAPTER XV.

THE MOVING BOG.

In a state of mind bordering as closely on
frenzy as was possible in so very cold and
calculating a nature, Conseltine made his
way to the neighbouring village of Cor-
dale, where, in a disreputable inn bearing
the pretentious title ' Hotel/ his confederate
Feagus was waiting the issue of events.
He found the worthy seated in a parlour
leading off the main chamber, or taproom,
playing cards with the landlord, a truculent-
looking ruffian in shirt-sleeves.

As Conseltine entered, Feagus looked
up with a grin, but, seeing at a glance by
the expression of Conseltine's face that

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something unusual had occurred, he threw
down his cards and rose to his feet.

* Business before pleasure, Pat linney/
he said. ^ Here's a client, good luck to
him ! Will ye be seated, Mr. Conseltine ?'

*No, no/ was the reply. ^Come out
into the fresh air ; this place is stifling** — as
indeed it was, from the combined efiects
of bad ventilation, bad tobacco, and bad
whisky.

' What's the matter now ?' sharply
demanded the lawyer, as they stood to-
gether in the open street. An Irish
* mist ' was falling from skies dark with
heavy clouds, and the prospect all around
the few miserable huts which constituted
the ' village ' was miserable in the extreme.

In a few hurried words Conseltine
recounted the facts of the interview with
Peebles.

*So that's it, is it?' cried the lawyer,
scowling savagely. 'If I'd been in your
place, I'd have coaxed the ouid villain into

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some convanient corner, and knocked him
on the head/

' Nonsense !' said Conseltine.

^ Nonsense, ye call it ? snapped Feagus,
showing his teeth like a savage dog about
to bite. * When you're cooling your heels
in gaol yell pipe to a different tune.'

* And you ?'

^ Don't couple my name with yours in
that connection, Conseltine. I forbid ye.
My hands are clane, and the only thing on
my conscience is that I didn't inform
against ye.'

Conseltine's face was livid with anger,
as the other continued :

' And it's nice of ye to bring me out
into the wet to talk with me, as if I wasn't
a dacent man, except for my dealing with
the likes of you. I'm tired of doing dirty
work for one that hasn't the brains of
a brent goose, or the pluck of a louse —
I am, sir I How will ye get out of it all ?
tell me that'

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^We sink or swim together/ answered
Conseltine. * I didn't come here to listen
to abuse. I want your advice.'

^ Then come in to the fireside/ snarled
Feagus, moving towards the inn.

* No I Can't you understand that
something must be done at once ? That
old fool is against us, so is Blake; and
when Desmond Macartney hears that
we're concerned in his mother's deaths
he'll never rest till he's hunted us down.
Come away with me to Blake's at
once, and see what can be done with

him.'

For some time Feagus was obdurate,
but at last he listened to his companion's
arguments, and agreed to accompany him
to Bkke's Hall. The way thither led
by a track across the open moor or
* mountain/ and, after refreshing himself
with one stiff tumbler of Jamieson at the
inn, Feagus followed Conseltine through
the drizzling nun.

THE MOVING BOG

A dreary day, a dreary prospect. The
ground was covered with a soft, soaked
blanket of mud, moss, and heather, and
low, gray vapours were trailing on every
side across the rain-washed hills. Not
one ray of sunlight broke the gloom, but
far away to seaward moved a white mass
like smoke, ever shifting and changing.
The air was strangely still, for the rain
was too thin and mist-like to produce the
slightest sound.

It was a miserable walk of three Irish
miles from the village of Cordale to the
valley inhabited by Blake. The two men
hastened along in gloomy silence until
they had covered half the distance. Then
Feagus paused with an oath, and looked
fiercely into the pale, determined face of
his companion.

*rm a fool to follow ye!' he cried.
' rd be a wiser man if I took the car to
Sligo, and left ye here to fight the devils
youVe raised.'

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* I tcU you that we stand or fall to-
gether/ said Conscltinc.

* That's a lie ! If I was an accessory
before the fact, I can plade insufficiency of
motive, and turn Queen's evidence. What
d'ye say to that, now ?'

Conseltine's face went a shade whiter,
and its expression a shade uglier, as he
glanced down at Feagus, and then sur-
veyed the gloomy prospect surrounding
him. For the moment his impulse was
to spring upon his accomplice, and strangle
him then and there ; but Feagus, though
small, was wiry, and fierce as a wild cat,
and would have taken a great deal of
killing. Momentary as the impulse was,
it expressed itself clearly on his coun-
tenance, and was at once understood and
appreciated by Feagus, who said with a
savage and spiteful grin :

* Wouldn't ye like to get rid of me now,
as jre got rid of poor Moya Macartney ?
So Fm a thorn in your side, Dick Con-

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seltine ? By the powers, FU be a bigger
thorn yet, if ye don't mind what you're
after !*

* You're drunk/ returned Conseltine,
^ and you talk like a child. Come along !'

And he walked slowly on.

* A child, am I, and drunk ?' muttered
Feagus, irresolute whether to follow or
turn back. * Well, Fm neither too young
nor too drunk to guess what game you're
after, my fine gintleman. If Fm not
before ye, 'tis you that will be blowing the
gaff, and denouncing me, to save your own
skin. So I won't leave ye yet awhile, Fm
thinking.'

He followed Conseltine at a short
distance, grumbling and cursing at every
footstep of the way. From time to time
Conseltine glanced back to assure himself
that he was following. >,

At last, soaked to the skin and splashed
with mud, they came in view of Blake's
Hall. By this time the rain had almost

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ceased, but above the heights which rose
seaward, beyond the flat valley in which
the Hall lay, a great mass of vaporous
cumuli, black and ominous, hung like a
pall. Between this mass and the hill
summits was a white space filled with
smoke-like vapour, with gleams of shim-
mering silver. The silence had grown
deeper, but when the slightest sound arose
it travelled with startling distinctness for
miles. Here and there, between the valley
and the hills, were scattered cottages, bright
patches of green pasture, and clumps of
woodland. From these, at intervals, came
the lowing of cattle, the crowing of a
cock, the cry of a solitary human voice —
each and all of which seemed to make the
silence more intense.

Down to the cottage, or hall, went the
two men, only to find that they had come
upon a useless errand. The door stood
open, but when they entered there was no
sign of anybody within. Tired with his

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THE MOVING BOG

long walk, Feagus threw himself on a
stool, and, lighting his pipe, began smok-
ing furiously, while Conseltine, returning
to the door, searched the prospect in vain
for any trace of the man he sought.

A hundred yards from the threshold
ran the river, a narrow and shallow stream
in ordinary weather, but now broadened
and deepened by the rain. It was boiling
along at lightning speed, stained deep
brown by the clay and peat of the moor*
lands whence it flowed. The stepping-
stones at the ford, by which one gained the
road to Castle Fitzpatrick, were covered,
and to cross at all a man would have had
to wade nearly waist-deep, at the risk of
being carried away by the current.

Like a man lost in thought, Conseltine
walked over to the bank, and stood looking
at the water. His mind was in as great a
tumult as the raging stream. All his
plans had failed, the whole world seemed
leagued against him, and he was now full

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LADY KILPATRICK

of a nameless dread, a horror of discovery,
of punishment, and of the accompanying
shame. Recent events had developed
everything that was harsh and even savage
in his nature. He had passed from one
crime to another, till the blackest of all
crimes cast its shadow on his soul; not
that lie felt any pity for the victim of his
evil deed — ^his dominant feeling was one of
fierce rage that the deed had been done in
vain. How to act now he knew not.
His only hope was in the silence of
Peebles, whose regard for the honour
of the family he well knew. His greatest
fear was of Desmond, should the Squireen
learn that his mother^s life had been
attempted.

He stood so long brooding there, that
Feagus grew impatient, and came to the
door to look after him.

* What the devil are ye doing there ?*
shouted the lawyer.

Conseltine looked round, and made no

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reply. At that moment a strange sound,
like the £aint shock of an earthquake,
came from the distant hills. Both men
instinctively glanced thither, and saw,
stretching from the black mass or pile of
cloud behind the hill- tops, a silhouette of
solid black, in the form of an enormous
waterspout, its apex in the clouds, its
base hidden somewhere in the unseen
ocean. Even as they gazed it burst, and
for a moment it seemed as if night had
come, the whole skies being wrapt in
blackness, and the rain falling in a deluge,
lashing the ground.

* Powers of heaven !' cried Feagus,
clinging to the lintel of the open door,
and feeling, almost for the first time in his
life, a ghastly sense of fear. Before he
could realize his own dread, Conseltine
stood by him, panting for breath.

* Look yonder !* Conseltine gasped,
gripping his companion by the arm, and
pointing up the mountains.

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LADY KILPATRICK

Light now broke from the clouds —
gloomy light with livid rays; and it fell
full on a great green stretch of bogland
covering the mountain side. The mountain
itself seemed rocking as if with earthquake,
and simultaneously the bog itself, like
thick and slimy lava, seemed to be moving
downward !

* Holy saints defend us !' cried Feagus.

As he spoke, the sound of human cries
came from the distance, and figures were
seen wildly moving to and fro. A white
cottage of stone rocked, crumbled like
sugar in water, and disappeared from sight,
washed over by the moving earth.

Tempest on sea and earthquake are
dreadful enough, but there is no phe-
nomenon more portentous than that of the
moving bog, when the very earth seems to
become liquid lava, shifting and changing,
obliterating landmarks, and swallowing up
whatever stands in the way of its fatal
course. Such was the phenomenon the

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two men were now contemplating-
whole hillside shifting from its place and
moving downward like a great slow, ever-
broadening stream, engulfing rocks, trees,
and human dwellings, bearing fragments
of these in its course, urging stones and
rocks along like a river in full flood, now
halting and pausing to destroy obstacles,
again rolling relentlessly on.

In the present case, it was fed with the
rain of a thousand torrents, which gushed
along with it and hastened it along.

Louder and shriller cries soon broke
upon the air, and groups of men, women,
and children were seen flying down the
valley, some driving before them cattle as
terror-stricken as themselves, many bearing
blankets, bedding, and domestic utensils,
all moaning and shrieking in fear. Very
slowly, but surely and terribly, the bog
crept behind them, devouring and destroy-
ing, yet now and then, as if in caprice,
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LADY KILPATRICK

untouched, like an island in a slimy,
moving pool.

As emotion spreads from one to another
in a crowd of living beings, so does trouble
grow by some elemental sympathy of
nature among inanimate things. The
terror and the tumult of the scene we are
describing seemed to communicate itself to
the whole landscape. The very river,
flowing from the opposite direction, and
winding away seaward by the base of the
mountains, seemed to boil up ominously,
surging tumultuously along. A mile
away there was a wooden bridge, over
which many of the panic-stricken peasants
had now crossed, gaining the open vale
beyond. Suddenly, the supports of this
bridge yielded to the fury of the waters ;
the bridge, covered with sheep and cattle,
with men and women about to follow,
totteredi yielded, and was swept away with
its load.

All this time Feagus and Conseltine had

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stood fascinated, forgetful of themselves in
the extraordinary scene they were contem-
plating ; but now, as the excitement cul-
minated, they realized their own danger.

' We must get out of this/ said Feagus.
* If we don't cross the ford, we'll be buried
alive !'

He flew rather than ran towards the
river, and reached the place of crossing,
only to stand in abject terror above a
boiling torrent

' Saints save us !' he groaned. * No man
can cross here.'

He turned trembling, and saw Con-
seltine standing by his side, pale but
comparatively calm.

* What's to be done ?' gasped Feagus.
Conseltine smiled grimly.

* Plunge in, man, wade to the other
side, or swim to it ! It's not twenty yards
from bank to bank.'

* I should drown !' cried the lawyer.

' Better that than live to betray the man

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LADY KILPATRICK

that has fed and kept you so many years.
You talked of turning Queen's evidence —
go and do it !'

Feagus recoiled.

' I didn't mane it, Conseltine — 'twas
only my little joke. For God's sake, tell
me what's to be done !'

' I neither know nor care,' returned the
other. * Perhaps it's God's vengeance
upon us for what we've done. Are you
afraid to die ?'

Without replying, Feagus looked round
in despair. The whole mountain-side
seemed now descending on that portion of
the valley where he stood, while the river
wound round and round, between Blake's
Hall and the open moor by which they
had gained the lonely vale. There was
only one way of escape — to gain the
opposite bank of the river.

* Tell me this — if we escape out of this
alive, do you mean to stand by me or to
turn against me ?'

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* To stand by ye, to stand by ye !' cried
Feagus.

*Then strip off your coat, and follow
me !' said Conseltine. ' Tm going across.
If the water takes me off my feet, I shall
swim to the point below yonder — the
current swirls that way, and it's shallow
close to the bank. You'd better come — it's
your only chance.'

Suiting the action to the word, Con-
seltine took off his outer garments, and
stood in trousers and shirtsleeves; then,
stooping down, he unlaced his mud-clogged
boots, and threw them off. Trembling
with fear, Feagus followed his example.

Conseltine crept down to the water's
edge, and leaning forward, tried the depth
with a heavy blackthorn stick which he
carried.

* We can do it,' he said. * Mind you
stand firm against the current, or you're a
dead man.'

Feagus groaned and prayed. All his

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natural courage had deserted him^ and
he looked an abject picture of human
wretchedness.

* Stop a minute/ he cried ; * Tm out o'
breath ! '

'Stop if you please/ returned Con-
seltine contemptuously. * Fm going
across'/

Then steadying himself for the struggle,
and using his stick as a partial support, he
stepped into the stream, and in a moment
was fighting with the current. With slow,
long strides he moved from the bank, his
feet set upon the slippery bottom. For
several yards the water reached no higher
than his knees, but gradually deepened ; it
at last surged wildly to his waist ; but he
was a tall man of xmusual strength, and
nature favoured him. For a few moments,
as he stood in mid-stream, it seemed as if
he must be swept away, but, facing the
current and leaning forward, he held his
own — then, putting out all his strength,

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THE MOVING BOG

he leaped rather than walked until he
gained the shallower water on the farther
side. He had passed safely, and stood
soaked and dripping, but secure, upon the
further bank.

Feagus, who had watched his progress
with wondering eyes, but with an increas-
ing sense of hope, still stood crouching by
the riverside.

* Come,* cried Conseltine, waving his
stick and laughing ; * it's easier than I
thought !'

*Your staff! Throw me your staff!*
shrieked Feagus, and glancing round he
saw the bog descending like a snake
towards Blake's Hall. Then an extra-
ordinary phenomenon took place. The
bog, meeting the river just where the
bridge had fallen, blocked it like an enor-
mous dam and then crawled like a monster
over it. The result was instantaneous.
The river, arrested in its course, began to
swell up, deepen, and push backward on

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itself. There was not a moment to be
lost if it was to be crossed again.

' Throw me your staff, for the love of
God !' cried Feagus.

Conseltine hesitated for a moment, then
cast the stick across the flood with all his
might ; it fell close to Feagus, who gripped
it eagerly, and then, with a cry, plunged
forward into the water. His progress was
at first comparatively easy, but as the water
deepened, it became more and more diffi-
cult to keep his foothold. With face set
hard and eyes protruding, he struggled on.

After watching him for a moment, Con-
seltine ran from the bank, followed the
side of the stream, and stood on the point of
land of which he had spoken, some forty
yards below. Standing there, he waited
for results.

Straining every nerve, and praying aloud,
the lawyer reached the middle of the stream,
and paused for a moment, gasping for
breath. Then the roar of the flood, and

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the rush of water and wind, seemed to
blind and confuse him, and he seemed
giving way. But with a mighty effort he
kept his feet, and even then all might have
gone well with him but for an accidental
impediment — the half-submerged trunk of
a tree, which rolled over and over, struck
the staff from his hands and took him off
his feet. With a shriek, he was swept
headlong into the flood, and disappeared.

Only for a few moments — then, haggard
and ghastly, his head re-emerged, drifting
towards the point where Conseltine stood,
A good swimmer, he struck boldly out,
and was helped by the current. All he
was conscious of was the rushing water
around him, and the figure of Conseltine
coming nearer and nearer.

As Conseltine had explained, the current
swept right to the point, close to which
there was some shallow water. Strong
and wiry as a terrier, Feagus made his way
thither, fighting for his life. He was

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LADY KILPATRICK

close to the point, his feet touched solid
ground, and he could see Conseltine close
to him, looking calmly down, when his
force failed him and he was whirled round
like a straw.

*Save me !* he shrieked, reaching out his
hands.

By wading forward, and gripping the
hands so outstretched, Conseltine, with
little or no danger to himself, could have
drawn him into the shallows, but, instead
of so doing, he looked at the miserable
man and made no effort to assist him. The
opportunity of the moment passed, and
with a shriek of despair Feagus was swept
away.

Pale as death, Conseltine watched him
until he disappeared altogether, and then,
pale as a spectre, walked up the riverside.
He was safe now, and the only man who
could denounce him and bring any certain
proof of his guilt was silenced for ever.

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THE MOVING BOG

* The drunken fool !' he muttered,
* That threat has cost him his life. Had
he lived, he would have done what he
threatened to do — so he's better where
he is !'

He looked back across the river, Blake's
Hall stood untouched, but all around it
was the dark mass of the moving bog» still
creeping across the vale. Where the bridge
had fallen^ a great lake of water» fed by
the river, was spreading and spreading.
The rain still fell heavily, adding to the
general desolation.

He turned and hastened till he reached
the road leading to the village and Castle
of Kilpatrick. As he strode along, he
passed numbers of men, women, and chil-
dren hurrying in the same direction, but
spoke to none and was heeded by none,
until he was close upon the village, when
he came suddenly face to face with his
son,

* Father 1' cried Richard, aghast at the

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LADY KILPATRICK

wild figure before him. * IVe been look-
ing for you everywhere. What has
happened ?'

In a few brief words, Conseltine related
what had occurred — the search for Blake,
the strange convulsion of nature, his own
escape, and the death of Feagus. Then
Richard, on his side, had something to
tell which made Conseltine sick with rage
and dread. What that 'something* was
will be known in the sequel. The result
of the communication was that father and
son made no attempt to return to Kil-
patrick Castle, but within a few hours or
their meeting had gained the nearest rail-
way-station and were on their way to
Dublin.

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CHAPTER XVL

IN WHICH LORD KILPATRICK NAMES

HIS HEIR.

It was not till Blake was half-way on the
road to Maguire*s cottage that the per-
sonal significance to himself of the errand
with which Peebles had entrusted him
dawned upon him. His first impulse was
to tell the driver to return to the Castle,
and to request Peebles to find another
messenger.

' By the Saints, but 'tis a fine business
Fm in for — a two-mile ride with Moya
Macartney and Desmond — and 'tis a com-
fortable quarter of an hour Til be after
having.*

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LADY KILPATRICK

His habitual recklessness prevailed^ how-
ever^ aided by the thought that^ as the
bearer of the message of peace^ he might
have a better chance of pardon for past
peccadilloes. He arrived at Maguire's
cottage, which had a lonely and deserted
aspect, in the bright mid-day sunshine. No
curl of smoke from the chimney announced
the presence of an occupant, and the door
was fast shut. It opened at his knock, and
disclosed Moya.

^ God save all here !' said Blake^ with
his customary swagger rather broadened.

^Amen to that, Patrick Blake^* said
Moya calmly, ^ for some of us need His
mercy. What is it ye want here V

• Just yourself,* said Blake. • Fm 6rom
the Castle with a message from Mr. Peebles.
Ye*re asked for there.*

Moya turned a shade paler.

* Is he there — Desmond ?*

' Fm going on to Doolan's farm to take
him,' said Blake. *Fve the carriage waitin*

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here/ He hesitated for a moment , and
then added, with more show of feeling
than was common with him : ^ Fm a quare
sort o* messenger to send on this errand,
and God knows ye*re little likely to relish
my society. It's no sort o* use in the
world to say Tm sorry, or to offer apologies
for what's past, but I hope it's good news
Fm bringin* ye. In fact, I know it's good
news.' He took off his hat with a gesture
that was almost dignified. ^ Will ye do
me the honour to accompany me. Lady
KUpatrick ?'

Moya drew her shawl about her face
and walked to the carriage, the door of
which Blake held open for her. He
mounted beside the driver, and another ten
minutes saw them at the farm. Desmond
was in the yard, seated on a bench and
engaged in splicing a fishing-rod. At
the sound of the approaching wheels he
checked the pensive whistle with which he
accompanied his work ; and at the sight of

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LADY KILPATRICK

Blake on the box of the carriage, he dropped
the rod to the ground and strode forward
at a quickened pace and with heightened
colour. Blake descended and confronted
him.

*Tell me this, Mr. Blake/ said the boy ;
*Fm in a bit of a quandary. There is a
man I know who's a villain, but he's old
enough to be my father, and I hear that
he*s a clergyman, so I can neither call
him out nor lay a stick across his back.
What would ye do in my place ?'

* Faith,* answered Blake, * 'tis a trouble-
some question. 'Twill take thinking over.
In the mean time, I've news for ye. Ye're
wanted at the Castle.'

* Am I ?' said Desmond. * And who
wants me ?'

' Mr. Peebles.'

* Then tell him,' said Desmond, * that
when I enter my father's doors again 'twill
be either to find my mother there, or with
her on my arm.'

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LORD KILPATRICK NAMES HIS HEIR

' Sure/ said Blake, * she's in the carriage
at this minute, and going to the Castle
with ye. Your troubles are over, Des-
mond — and hers/

* Tou have a right to congratulate me
on that, haven't ye ?' asked the boy with
scornful anger.

* Faith ! and if /haven't, who has ?' replied
Blake unabashed. *And look here, Des-
mond Conseltine ; in regard to the matter
ye mentioned just now, sure there'll be no
difficulty whatever. 'Tis not myself that'll
take refuge behind a black coat and a white
choker. Twenty paces or a six-foot ring
will do for me, and so, my service to ye.
'Twould ease your heart and end the bad
blood between us, maybe. But there's
things more important than divarsions o'
that sort on hand.'

Moya's white face appeared at the
carriage window, and Desmond, with a
final angry look at Blake, joined her.
Blake remounted the box and gave the

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LADY KILPATRICK

word for home. The coachman^ who had
received his instructions from Peebles,
made a detour in order to approach the
Castle from the back. Moya trembled
like a leaf as they approached the house,
and clung tight to Desmond's hand.

They found Peebles standing bareheaded
at the back door, waiting to receive them.

* Moya,' he said — * I beg your pardon.
Lady Kilpatrick, but the old name comes
easiest — his lordship has asked for Des-
mond. He kens that he is his lawful son,
and the way he took the news was just
joyfril to see. He repents his past sin,
he'll welcome the boy back to his hearth
and home. But he doesna ken — I hadna
the courage to tell him — that you are
living. I thought 'twould come best from
Desmond. Desmond, lad, be gen tie wi' him!
We a' hae much to forgive each other,
and — he's your father, man, when a' is
said and done. Mak' your peace wi' him,
and then break it to him as gently as ye can.

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LORD KILPATRICK NAMES HIS HEIR

He's in the library. V\\ get your mother
upstairs cannily into the anteroom, to be at
hand. Eh ?' he cried, with a quiver in his
voice and a flash of moisture in his eyes
which did more than all his entreaties to
soften Desmond. ' Hech, laddie/ but this
is a grand day! I can lay down my old
bones in thankfulness, praising God for
his mercies. It's a grand day this, and I
never thought to live to see the like !*

The old man fairly broke down. Des-
mond took his hand and pressed it, with
the tears in his own eyes, and it was in a
much kindlier mood than that in which
he had entered the house that he mounted
the stairs leading to the library. He stood
for a minute outside the door. His breath
was heavy, and the beating of his heart
filled his ears like the pulse of a muffled
drum. When he knocked, Kilpatrick's
voice answered from within, bidding him
enter.

The old jman was standing near the

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LADY KILPATRICK

window, with the light streaming on his
face, which was very worn and haggard.
Desmond thought even that his hair had
whitened a little since he last saw him,
though so short a time had elapsed.
Kilpatrick advanced a pace or two with
outstretched hands, and then paused with
bent head. A strange mingling of many
nameless and some nameable emotions
welled up in Desmond's heart — memories
of a thousand kindnesses and generosities,
pity for the proud man humbled — and
before he knew it his arms were round the
old man's neck, and they were mingling
their tears together. Kilpatrick was terribly
agitated.

* My son, my son !' was all he could say
for a time. He repeated the words again
and again, each time more passionately, as
if at this moment their wonderful signi-
ficance had become dear to him for the
first time. 'You forgive me, Desmend?'

The boy took the gray head between

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LORD KILPATRICK NAMES HIS HEIR

his hands, and kissed his father on the
forehead, wetting his face with his tears.

* It is more than I deserve/ said the old
man. * I was a scoundrel, a villain ! I
broke your mother's heart, Desmond, the
sweetest, purest heart that ever beat. Ye
can't forgive me for that! Nothing can
ever take that load from my heart, nothing,
till I die and she asks God to pardon me.'

* Father!' said Desmond. 'I have strange
news for you. Are you well and strong
enough to bear it ?

* Nothing can hurt me now,' replied
Kilpatrick.

*You don't know what it is,* replied
Desmond. ^I'm afraid 'twill be a dreadful
shock to you at first, but a happy one after,
I hope.'

*Well,' said the father, with a faint
touch of his old quickness of temper,
* what is it ? Speak out, my boy, and tell
mc. Some scrape you've got into, eh?
Well, that's forgiven before you tell mc/

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LADY KILPATRICK

* You regret the past ?* asked Desmond.
*You would make amends for it to the
utmost extent in your power ?*

^ I will make amends for it^ Desmond.
There is nothing you can ask me I will
not dOy no burden that you can lay upon
me that I will not gladly bear.'

' I hope/ said Desmond, after a short
pause, * that you won't think what Tm
going to tell ye is a burden. Faith, 'tis
hard to know where to begin ! Supposing
— mind, I only say supposing — sup-
posing my mother were not dead at all,
supposing she were alive, and came back
here, would you make the same amends
to her as you say you'll make to me ?'

'You — you torture me!' cried Kil-
patrick. ' Why rake up these painful
recollections ? Why ask questions of this
sort, when they can do no good ? Every
day of my life, for eighteen years past, I
have repented the wrong I did. God
knows, if it were possible, I would repair it.'

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LORD KILPATRICK NAMES HIS HEIR

' Ye mean that ?* cried Desmond*

* God knows I do !' said Kilpatrick ;
^ but of what avail is it to speak of such
things now ?*

* Of more avail than you may think,
father. Strange things have happened
this last day or two.*

Kilpatrick searched his son's face with
distending eyes.

* Desmond ! For God's sake, tell me
what you mean !'

' I mean/ said Desmond, taking his
father's hand, * that God has been very
good to us both, father. If I tell it to
you too suddenly, forgive me — I don't
know how to break it properly. My
mother is alive !'

Kilpatrick staggered as if the words had
shot him.

* Alive !' he gasped. *Moya Macartney
alive !'

* Yes, sure,' said Desmond, * and in a
little while she'll be here, in Ireland.'

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LADY KILPATRICK

Kilpatrick sank into a seat^ and sat
trembling like a man ague-struck.

' In fact/ said Desmond, ' she is in
Ireland already, and on her way here/

The old man sprang to his feet

' She is here — she is in the house !'

Desmond walked to the ante-room door,
and made a sign. Moya advanced into
the library, and let slip the shawl from
her £aicc.

* God of Heaven !' cried Kilpatrick, fall-
ing to his knees. ^ Mo3ra !'

She stood still, looking down on him,
the broad light falling on her wrinkled
face and whitening hair. Kilpatrick bent
his head beneath her gaze, an awful sob
broke from his throat Desmond closed
the door, leaving them together : the
meeting was too sacred to be witnessed
even by him.

A long time had gone by, and the
shadow of the Castle had blotted out the

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LORD KILPATRICK NAMES HIS HEIR

shaft of sunshine which had spread its glory
of golden green on the lawn when the
carriage had reached the Castle. Desmond
still sat alone as a light step crossed the
floor, and a soft arm was slipped round
his neck. He looked up and saw Dulcie.

* You needn't say anything, Desmond/
she said. ^Peebles has told me. I am
so happy, dear, for your sake.'

He drew her to his side.

* You loved me, Dulcie, when I was the
poor Squireen : will you love me the less
now that I'm to be the next Lord Kil-
patrick ?'

* Not less,* answered Dulcie, ' nor more.
Sure,' she added, with the most musical
of brogues, * 'twould be impossible !'

THE END.

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