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came here this morning on my way to Dublin, and thought I would just ask a few questions about some people I knew a little about. Miss O'Kelly----" '"Ah, dear! Poor Miss Judy--she's gone these two or three years." '"Ay, these fifteen," interposed Ned. '"No, it isn't though," said the captain crossly, "it isn't more than three at most--cut off in her prime too. She was the last of an old stock--I knew them all well. There was Dick--blazing Dick O'Kelly, as they called him--that threw the sheriff into the mill-race at Kilmacud, and had to go to France afterwards; and there was Peter--Peter got the property, but he was shot in a duel. Peter had a son--a nice devil he was too; he was drowned at sea; and except the little girl that has the school up there, Sally O'Kelly--she is one of them--there's none to the fore." '"And who was she, sir?" '"Sally was--what's this? Ay, Sally is daughter to a son Dick left in France. He died in the war in Germany, and left this creature; and Miss Judy heard of her, and got her over here, just the week she departed herself. She's the last of them now--the best family in Kerry--and keeping a child's school! Ay, ay, so it is; and there's property too coming to her, if they could only prove that chap's death, Con O'Kelly. But sure no one knows anything where it happened. Sam Fitzsimon advertised him in all the papers, but to no use." 'I did not wait for more of the old captain's reminiscences, but snatching up my hat I hurried down the street, and in less than an hour was closeted with Mr. Samuel Fitzsimon, attorney-at-law, and gravely discussing the steps necessary to be taken for the assumption of my right to a small property, the remains of my Aunt Judy's--a few hundred pounds, renewal fines of lands, that had dropped since my father's death. My next visit was to the little school, which was held in the parlour where poor Aunt Judy used to have her little card parties. The old stuffed macaw--now from dirt and smoke he might have passed for a raven--was still over the fireplace, and there was the old miniature of my father, and on the other side was one which I had not seen before, of Father Donnellan in full robes. All the little old conchologies were there too; and except the black plethoric-looking cat that sat staring fixedly at the fire as if she was grieving over the price of coals, I missed nothing. Miss Sally was a nice modest-looking woman, with an air of better class ab
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