NORAH’S STRATEGY. BY B M. I I Frvm The New York Weekly. CHAPTER I. I * i I I I : I : i I r. The men walked on quietly until score of such gatherings. The con they gaiued the high road About trast to the sedate, well-trained ( a quarter of a mile farther on they English servants and well to-do came to the church. The Rectorv. English tenants presented by these which was close to it, looktd coxy people was very marked The girls ' in the wintry gloaming; its lower yre all decked in their best Sun-" clothes, and nearly’ every one windows wereablase witn light. \^re a clean apron. The men and Lord Fai^l'y glanced at bis watch It was just five o’clock, bovs sat round the room on forms, very little past tea-time at the Rec knocking their heels against the( floor and looking decidedly sheep-: torv. "Here. Pat, chuch me over those ish. In a corner a small bov pro snipe; I'll take them in to Mrs. duced lont-drawn wails and dis Bradley," be said. "You needn’t cordant shrieks from a'fiddle he wait; but you can take my gun.” was tuning, while Miss Wvnnard’s Lord Fairley strode up the short English servants, cook, butler, and path, and was presently ushered in - i lady’s maid, kept aloof from the, to the coxy drawing-room, with its country people as if lhev considered i great turf tire, before which Mrs. themselves an infii itely superior Bradley and her two daughters race of beings. were seated. TO BE CONT’NVED •\»oud evening. Mrs. Bradley! Pre benight vou those snipe; but I am ashamed of their number and s. se I shot disgracefully todav.” "Ob. it is very good of you to . *• x me these!” returned Mrs. Bradley. "But do sit down and have some tea! You must be haif frvxen.” “Bv the way. Lord Faisley. vou ' dance, don't vou?” asked the vounger Miss Bradley, after a while when the you lg man had refreshed F03 THIS TEAL himself with tea and hot cake. ----------- "Dance? Yes. rather! But why? —THIS PAPER— Is any one giving a ball?” -- WITH-- "No, not exactly: but Miss Wyn- TBI S I FRARCISCO nard was here this afternoon She is getting up a kind of dance for a few of her tenant*—those near the P&JCK Wi.U FF-B TIA*. place, you know—and she wants us to help to amuse them, so we tho't THS SAS FRANCIS’O that perhaps you might *come and dance with some of them.” "I shall be delighted!” returned FUCK a«.», rn TKA>. Lord Fairley. “I'll do my duty to ------- ------------ the best of my ability, and dance -T* HE SAX FRANCISCO with all the prettiest girls.” (I < WEEKI Y CALL .’1/N 1* a baoJ-viar »ichu i “Thanks—that s just what we pa<e paper. Il u U-ued every want.” Tburala., a J evetaia* all of “I suppose you won't be here for t»e mp riant ae«« of tbe weak. < frvw evvsv ^aar> Christmas. L rd Fairley." inquired ter of tbe <iobe. eeapkte ap Mrs Bradley. to 4ate of patK eauoa. It far- It was a cold, frosty afternoon in l>eceml»er. The sun had just dis appeared behind the long, dark range of mountains, and the day light was wailing rapidly. Two men were tramping along the hard road, one. who carried a gun over his shoulder, walking a little in advance of the other, who looked like a keeper, and who car ried a game bag. A couple of Jog’ followed “I think I am a little off my shot. Pat.” said the one in front; "I don't know how the mischief 1 missed that last snipe!** " Begor ra. the birds are a bit wi'd yet. your honor — me lord. I tuase. beggin* your hon v’s pardin—Set. whin they git the frveht. tbev I ?e Niuin’ down a* thick as lhavee from the mountains an' it« g-otn to freere agio the night."' "Yes. there's more coating.*' returned Lord Earley, looking up at the dear sky. still streak-d in the with a faint line of crimson. “But to bring home three snipe af ter all our tramping is disgraceful! Why, man. they were getting up in docks in that last low marsh we beat!” “That's thrue. your honor—me lord; but shuns one can’t always sluvt the same.” returned tat. “We'll take the short cut through Clogher Park." he continued; “it's the greatest short cut entirely! But for it's so dark you might have the of a cvx'k or a phayeeant.” “That would be rather too much like poaching, my friend.” said Lord Farley, with a smile “Sorra poaching at all. at all! Sure the place is not preearvrd!”* “Pat. I'm afraid vour n rals are •omewhat loose.” said the young man “No, I alwrvs make it a point of “Morals, is it? Arrah. divil a moral myself knows at all, at all!” •pending Christmas with mv moth er. Besides mv time here will l>e returned Pat. with a grin. up soon I onlv took the shooting They had entered the park hr far a month." this time, and were walkn g along After a pleasant half hour spent a wide path which led to i e cen in chatting in the firelight. Lord tral avenue. The low bar f dull * Fairley rose to d part. red in the west made a vivi i back “W hat time am I to turn up at ground, against which t< e tali M.ss \\ vnnard's dance t 'mormw?” trunks and leatless brane’ of the elms aliKwl out. while tin rising :>e asked. * I don't know the lady, muon shed a soft, silvery ! gnt over remember." v Oh. that doesn't matter!” re the thick l»elt of ties that ; i ged a turned Miss Bradley. “We told plantation on the east. “What a nahle old place it is!” her we should ask vo’i to come, exclaimed Ix>rd b'airlev “And and she was only too delighted Re there at eight. M ss Wynnard what a pity it is shut up! ’ "Sure and it s shut up no longer, is anxious it should begin early” I was nearly half-past eight the your honor.” said pat. “The ladv that owns it—M ss WynnaM—a next even vg when Lord Fairlev grand ladv entirely. I'm touid. and •-und him one of Miss Wvn a rd'« with a gnat fort in—came only the ¿u-sis in the midst of a motlev as- day ere vewterday; and there will svmblage Mrs Brad.ey preset.ted h”p to a m;!d-lookir>g maiden lady I I s Pm tc . > •htop h« r> lhe whole w; She s of forty. with blue *vts and a weak g tn' I. -uihiss that tie’d of an month She was haodsoaseiv drvws- agint. too I lelieve. who has beer ed in gray satin, a d ocecp;-d a barn t" the tinants for rmt tbev chair at the farther tud of the room OtwUd> •. p»v for the last fivw fears whence she beamed a .. ablv or. al’. "So kind of you tv cv>me. L- rd an’ I <v..ld she's goan' to te her own ng m ” Fairley.' she manaured. smiling Al that inetant the shiik I of at the young man a. d pressing bis wh-vi« «a«»Beard rapidly approach hand “lm sore you”! help us to in< « .1 as the young a-.an and ama«e all these good P«t drew »atde. a light broiigbam l*wd Fairley muttered a polite d»-t>- past th«» Lord Fairer *«*ent aad then lo k-d round cwt eouM - e that there were two lad:»-* the arene with the g*va:ed intenwl in-id- but be could notdtatingw sh He bad never besa at stash an ea- w e t er tbev were young or old. tes tain meet in Ireland iw-Lwv. tho’ pretty ar pUio. »■ Enftard be bad beew pretest at BUCKS! BUCKS!! \V. D. HUFFMAN will be In Burns again this fall "i’h Grade* aud Thoroughbred Bucks. Will sell Grades from S3.50 to $6 per head. Thor oughbreds S6 to §10. Our Premiums Weekly Call! 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