may--' (what's this?) 'col--colonize Ahadarra with a race
of young Colossusses that the world will wonder at.

"'Ever thine,

"'H. Burke.'

"Here's more, though: listen, mother, to your favorite, that you want to
marry Kathleen to:--

"'P.S. I will clear scores with you for all in the course of a few
months, and remember that, at your marriage, I must, with my own hand,
give you away to Katsey, the fair Oolossa.'"

The perusal of this document, at least so far as they could understand
it, astonished them not a little. Until they heard it read, both had
been of the opinion that Hycy had actually proposed for Kathleen, or at
least felt exceedingly anxious for the match.

"An' does he talk about givin' her away to Bryan M'Mahon?" asked her
mother. Sorrow on his impidence!--Bryan M'Mahon indeed! Throth, it's not
upon his country side of wild mountain that Kathleen will go to live.
An' maybe, too, she has little loss in the same Hycy, for, afther all,
he's but a skite of a fellow, an' a profligate into the bargain."

"Paix an' his father," said Gerald--"honest Jemmy--tould me that he'd
have it a match whether or not."

"His father did!" exclaimed Mrs. Cavanagh; "now, did he say so, Gerald?"

"Well, in troth he did--said that he had I set his heart upon it, an'
that if she hadn't a gown to her back he'd make him marry her."

"The Lord direct us for the best!" exclaimed his wife, whose opinion of
the matter at this last piece of information had again changed in favor
of Hycy. "Sure, afther all, one oughtn't to be too sevare on so young
a man. However, as the sayin' is, 'time will tell,' an' Kathleen's own
good sense will show her what a match he'd be."

The sisters then retired to bed; but before they went, Kathleen
approached her mother, and putting an open palm affectionately upon each
of the good woman's cheeks, said, in a voice in which there was deep
feeling and affection:--

"Good-night, mother dear! I'm sure you love me, an' I know it is because
you do that you spake in this way; but I know, too, that you wouldn't
make me unhappy and miserable for the wealth of the world, much less
for Hycy Burke's share of it. There's a kiss for you, and
good-night!--there's another for you, father; God bless you! and
good-night, too. Come, Hanna darling, come!"

In this state matters rested for some time. Bryan M'Mahon, however, soon
got an opportunity of disclosing his intentions to Kathleen, if that can
be called d