Love of Brothers

es and having a wonderful way with them, sometimes allowed his mind to wander

s face marble pale and his eyes full of a strange anguish. Well, that was not to be wondered at. The gentleman who asked the questions made sympathetic references to the unusual friendship between Sir Shawn and

s were running with their mothers, exquisite creatures, of the most delicate slenderness. The paddock was full of the lush grass of June. The mares were

Shawn had bought this horse at a fair a short time before. He was jet-black and they had called him Mustapha. That was Master Terry's name for him, a queer heat

say that when he found a horse wicked he looked for the man. There was no evidence of the man so far as their record of Mustapha went. He had been bought from a little old man as pin

an' who had the rearin' of him. I'm surprised the master cared to handle him. He's as like as two pins to Spit

kicking and squealing in his loose-box. The sounds reached Patsy Kenny where he sat on his log and made him sad. Gentle as he was he thought he had an understanding of even Mustapha. The ears back,

he was unaware of the approach over the grass towards him of

not coarsened Sir Shawn O'Gara. He was still slight and active. His white hair was in almost startling contrast with the d

nderlying his fair skin as it did hers. He had the white, even teeth, the flashing and radiant smile. Mary Creagh had been a beautiful girl, with a look of motherliness even in her immature girlhood. As a wife and mother that aspect of her beauty had develop

. "He'll have been hurted some time or another.

ly of his face. "You'll never give in that a horse could be cursed with a natu

had occurred to him suddenly that he was sitting while the gentlemen were standing. "I never

gars would like to get hold of a man who could see into the mind of a horse. Only we couldn't spare you. I

had a good many more talks with the horse. I

stant young cousin, Eileen Creagh-seemed to draw the afternoon sun on to his spotlessness.

allowed herself to be fondled, but the little foal was v

The trees surrounding the paddock had not yet lost their first fresh green: and the white red-roofed

atsy, chewing a straw, offered the opinion that Magda's fo

which seemed as though they might break with a little pressure, so delicate were they. "The filly won't be in it, Mas

y she uttered a joyous whinny and started off down the field, the

Eileen. I never knew a young lady as much afraid of a hors

across a five-foot paling. The points of the horses had to be discussed. Patsy had quite forgotten his fatigue. He opened

Creagh, the latter, a delicately fair girl with a mass of fine golden hair caug

e when she was soft and motherly, the other when she rallied those she loved and sparkled with merriment. Her still b

crowding around me for sugar and sticking their noses in my pocket. Magda and

y O'Gara said, drawing a little nearer t

ers had

ling immensely proud of his commission and his sword and all they betokened, although he talke

d to it, it is rather alarming to be caught into a herd of horses. My

nd of the paddock, whinnying and neighing, shaking the g

nny can do anything with the horses. They quarr

girl said anxiously. "There she i

will happen to Mother

What a frighten

sement in it. She was six years older than the boy who called h

"Father has always said that it was absurd for a

as the valiant youth who was to protect her from her terrors. Although he liked the feeling of protecting her he fell in with her suggestion that they should go back and talk to the foals. Miss Creagh was cer

f the space between the palings and the gate. "You are sure she is quite safe?

ed at he

s a way with the horses. But how fond you are of her! I am s

el," said the

all the same. I'll tell you a secret. I believe up to this time I have wanted more than anything else to please my father. When I had to work for exams. I hated, or any stunt of that kind, when

sad," Miss Crea

here is Shot." He stooped to fondle the head of a beautiful red setter. "He must have go

s remember her driving a dog out of the nursery. 'Nasty thing!' she used to say. 'You shall not come near my baby.' I suppose I

she, Shot? Do you think his hai

w could a dog's hair and eyes be like a person's. Yo

hot is beau

Terry felt a little disa

ntary excitement. One of the horses had got through after them and was racing up and down between the hurdles wh