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Unique Tales, v. 1, issue 1, June 1937
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4 UNIQUE TALES and settled down near the MhicArthur's and asked her father for Katreen's hand, and old Ian, thinking it was at last time for her marriage, and that she could wed no better or substantial man than Micheal, promised his daughter to the O'Strara. But Katreen, when she learned of her father's promise, would have none of it. "Time was," she said to him, "when a man could marry his daughter to a man she did not love-but no longer Ian MhicArthur! Never, never shall I, would I marry Michael O'Strara; though he were the richest man in all the world and I the slave at his feet!" And with that she turned and ran into the darkness and thru the brake and heather till she reached the pastures where she flung herself upon the grasses and stared, hot-eyed and tearless, at the velvet blackness above her and the brilliant, flickering girdle of stars that bound the night with their light. After a while she walked to the edge of the cliff and stared, unwinking, at the surfy darkness of the sea below her as it crumbled and tossed among the rocks, mumbling and roaring to itself. And the night breeze stirred her locks and swung the rising mists into enveloping fog. Then Katreen MhicArthur raised her head to the mist-dimmed stars and sang a strange and timeless song of wild and desolate beauty that had neither beginning nor end - that was as ancient as Eternity and yet as new. And the braken and heather rustled quietly beneath the sound of her voice and the gentle wind carried it with its wandering out to the farthest point of the sea and over the land, so that the people of her village closed their windows to keep out the sound, and the priest awakening, crossed himself, and Ian MhicArthur and Michael O'Strara lay awake and wondered-heather, wide-eyed and sleepless the whole night long-watching the former filled with wrath and determined to see Katreen wed to his choice, and the latter with elation at the forthcoming marriage. And Katreen, her song ceased, sat in the mist with her back against a
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4 UNIQUE TALES and settled down near the MhicArthur's and asked her father for Katreen's hand, and old Ian, thinking it was at last time for her marriage, and that she could wed no better or substantial man than Micheal, promised his daughter to the O'Strara. But Katreen, when she learned of her father's promise, would have none of it. "Time was," she said to him, "when a man could marry his daughter to a man she did not love-but no longer Ian MhicArthur! Never, never shall I, would I marry Michael O'Strara; though he were the richest man in all the world and I the slave at his feet!" And with that she turned and ran into the darkness and thru the brake and heather till she reached the pastures where she flung herself upon the grasses and stared, hot-eyed and tearless, at the velvet blackness above her and the brilliant, flickering girdle of stars that bound the night with their light. After a while she walked to the edge of the cliff and stared, unwinking, at the surfy darkness of the sea below her as it crumbled and tossed among the rocks, mumbling and roaring to itself. And the night breeze stirred her locks and swung the rising mists into enveloping fog. Then Katreen MhicArthur raised her head to the mist-dimmed stars and sang a strange and timeless song of wild and desolate beauty that had neither beginning nor end - that was as ancient as Eternity and yet as new. And the braken and heather rustled quietly beneath the sound of her voice and the gentle wind carried it with its wandering out to the farthest point of the sea and over the land, so that the people of her village closed their windows to keep out the sound, and the priest awakening, crossed himself, and Ian MhicArthur and Michael O'Strara lay awake and wondered-heather, wide-eyed and sleepless the whole night long-watching the former filled with wrath and determined to see Katreen wed to his choice, and the latter with elation at the forthcoming marriage. And Katreen, her song ceased, sat in the mist with her back against a
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