NORAH’S STRATEGY.
BY B M.
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Frvm The New York Weekly.
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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.
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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.
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"Dance? Yes. rather! But why?
—THIS PAPER—
Is any one giving a ball?”
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"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
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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
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the best of my ability, and dance
-T* HE SAX FRANCISCO
with all the prettiest girls.”
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.’1/N 1* a baoJ-viar »ichu
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“Thanks—that s just what we
pa<e
paper.
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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
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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
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•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
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