"I wish," said she, as Mrs. O'Toole entered, "you would take Cormac away, I never saw him so troublesome before. I am afraid he will disturb grandpapa from that sweet sound sleep." "Come with me, Cormac." The hound wagged his tail, turning his dull eyes on her for a moment, but immediately refixing them on his master, with a watchful air, his ears erected, as if in expectation. Mrs. O'Toole crossed the room quickly, and stooping to look into the old man's face, started back, clasping her hands, with an expression of awe and terror on her countenance. "Nurse!" exclaimed Kate, springing to her side; "what, what is the matter?" "Hush, hush, mee own darlint child," whispered Mrs. O'Toole. "He's not there--he's with the blessed saints in Heaven!" END OF VOL. II. * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. Minor punctuation and printer errors repaired. Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible, including retaining obsolete and variant spellings, inconsistent hyphenation, and other inconsistencies, especially within dialect speech. End of Project Gutenberg's Kate Vernon, Vol. 2 (of 3), by Mrs. Alexander