Blind Love

rived at the village situated in the near

raitor to his country; an Irishman who asserted his free birthright in the land that he walked on was an enlightened patriot. Such was the new law which the reverend gentleman expounded to his attentive audience. If his brethren there would like him to tell

delay in securing his safety might be productive of deplorable results. She astonished a barefooted boy, on the outskirts of the crowd, by a gift of sixpence, and asked her way to the farm. The little Irishman ran on before her, eager to show the generous lady how useful he could be. In less than half an hour, I

When Iris asked for Mr. Arthur Mountjoy the reply was: “Not at home.” The housekeeper inhospitably attempted to close the door. “Wait one

ame. “But how is it that you are a str

s service,” Iris replied, “you may perh

instant; she threw the door wide o

ellows together.” Her eyes rested longingly on her favourite of bygone days. The sensitive sympathies of Iris interpreted that look. She prettily touched her cheek, inviting the nurse to

the visitor noticed was the letter that she had

f the house?” she said w

? The amazement in the housekeeper’s face, when she heard these questions, pleaded for a word of explanation. Iris acknowledged without reserve

his bold way to laugh at danger. He had left his farm to visit a friend in the next county; and it was shrewdly guessed that a young lady who was staying in the house was the attraction which had kept him so long away. “Anyhow, he means to come ba

as assured in the next county,

l as I do. But, there!— men like him are such perverse creatures. He takes his rides just as usual. No; he won’t listen to an old woman like me; and, as for friends to advise him, the only one of them that has

arry?” Iris

o conceal the impression that had been produced upon her. “I hope you don’t know such a vagabond as that?” she said

terest in her lover, which was now more than ever an interest beyond he

n he paid his visit to my master, he came secretly like a thief in the night. And I heard Mr. Arthur, while they were together here in the parlour, loud in blaming him for something that he had done. No more, Miss, of Lord Harry! I have something parti

gether, while Mrs. Lewson was attending to her domestic duties, the

said, “that I had not brought you to thi

hinking, Miss, of another nobleman besides the one Mrs. Lewson mentioned just now, who seems

e mentioned?

fence. He tried so many strange ways of getting a

from which Iris recoiled. Was it possible that h

this hero’s adven

, if you wish to

allowance for natural hesitations and mistakes, and difficulties in expressing herself corr