probably, should the wind change, obtain protection from
some of the American vessels, which are reported as cruising
to the westward.

"In making this communication to you, I need scarcely
observe the implicit faith I repose in the use you make of
it. It is intended to be the means of providing for your
cousin's safety--but should it, by any accident, fall under
other eyes than yours, it would prove the inevitable ruin of
your very devoted servant,

"Wm. Hemsworth."

"And they will not believe this man's integrity?" exclaimed Kate, as
she finished reading the note. "He who jeopardies his own station
and character for the sake of one actually his enemy! Well, _their_
injustice shall not involve _my_ honor." "Was it you brought this
letter?" said she to Wylie, who stood, hat in hand, at the door.

"Yes, my lady, and I was told there might, perhaps, be an answer."

"No--there is none; say 'very well'--that I have read it. Where is Mr.
Hemsworth?"

"At Macroom. There was a meeting of magistrates there, which delayed
him, and he wrote this note, and sent me on, instead of coming himself."

"Say, that I shall be happy to see him--that's enough," said Kate,
hurriedly, and turned back again into the house.

Through all the difficulties that beset her path hitherto, she had found
Sir Archy an able and a willing adviser; but now, the time was come,
when not only must she act independently of his aid, but, perhaps, in
actual opposition to his views--taking for her guidance one distrusted
by almost every member of her family. Yet what alternative remained--how
betray Hemsworth's conduct in a case which, if known, must exhibit him
as false to the Government, and acting secretly against the very orders
that were given to him? This, she could not think of, and thus by the
force of circumstances, was constrained to accept of Hemsworth as an
ally. Her anxious deliberations on this score were suddenly interrupted
by the sound of horses galloping on the road, and as she looked out, the
individual in question rode up the causeway, followed by his groom.

The O'Donoghue was alone in the drawing-room, musing over the sad events
which necessitated Mark's concealment, when Hemsworth entered, heated by
a long and fast ride.

"Is your son at home, sir--your eldest son?" said he, as soon as a very
brief greeting was over.

"If you'll kindly ring that bell, which my gout won't permit me