The name of the latter was Dora, a sweet and gentle girl, with beautiful auburn hair, dark, brilliant eyes, full of intellect and feeling, an exquisite mouth, and a figure which was remarkable for natural grace and great symmetry.
"Well, Bryan," said the father, "what news from Ahadarra ?" "Nothing particular from Ahadarra," replied the son, "but our good-natured friend, Jemmy Burke, had his house broken open and robbed the night before last." "Wurrah deheelish" exclaimed his mother, "no, he hadn't!" "Well, mother," replied Bryan, laughing, "maybe not.

I'm afeard it's too true though." "An' how much did he lose ?" asked his father.
"Between seventy and eighty pounds," said Bryan.
"It's too much," observed the other; "still I'm glad it's no more; an' since the villains did take it, it's well they tuck it from a man that can afford to lose it." "By all accounts," said Arthur, or, as he was called, Art, "Hycy, the sportheen, has pulled him down a bit.

He's not so rich now, they say, as he was three or four years ago." "He's rich enough still," observed his father; "but at any rate, upon my sowl I'm sorry for him; he's the crame of an honest, kind-hearted neighbor; an' I believe in my conscience if there's a man alive that hasn't an ill-wisher, he is." "Is it known who robbed him ?" asked the grandfather, "or does he suspect anybody ?" "It's not known, of course, grandfather," replied Bryan, "or I suppose they would be in limbo before now; but there's quare talk about it.

The Hogans is suspected, it seems.

Philip was caught examinin' the hall-door the night before; an' that does look suspicious." "Ay," said the old man, "an' very likely they're the men.