"
"Father dear, you are takin' it too much to heart."
"Well, it'll be the first time she ever refused to answer me--the first
time that ever her lips will be silent when I spake to her."
"But, father," said the sweet girl at his side, "think of me. Sure I'll
be your Dora more than ever, now. You know what you promised me this
minute. Oh, for her sake, and for God's sake, then, don't take it so
much to heart. It was my grandfather sent me to you, an' he says he
want's to see you, an' to spake to you."
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "My poor father, an' he won't be long afther her.
But this is the way wid all, Bryan--the way o' the world itself. We must
go. I didn't care, now, how soon I followed her. Oh, no, no."
"Don't say so, father; think of the family you have; think of how you
love them, and how they love you, father dear. Don't give way so much to
this sorrow. I know it's hard to bid you not to do it; but you know we
must strive to overcome ourselves. I hope there's happy days and years
before us still. We'll have our leases soon, you know, an' then we'll
feel firm and comfortable: an' you know you'll be--we'll all be near
where she sleeps."
"Where she sleeps. Well, there's comfort in that, Bryan--there's comfort
in that."
The old man, though very feeble, on seeing him approach, rose up and met
him.
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