The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1850-08-14
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From Dickens Household Words.
7 4 T II Err AN D SON.

One evening IT. the month of March, l7SG
that dark time in lreIand's annals, whose
memory Overlooking all minor subsequent
emeuteS) is still preserved amongst us, as ''the
year of the rebellon'-a lady and gentlemen
we're seated near blazing fire in the old
fashioned dining room Of large lonely man.
sion. They hnd just dined; wine and fruit
were on the table, both untouched, while Mr.
Hewson and his wife sat silently gazing a
the fire, watching its Pickering light becom
ing gradually more vivid, as the short spring
twilight faded into darkness.
a length the husband poured out gas:
/ of VINE, drank it oil, and then broke silence
by saying
swell, we'll, Charlotte, these are awfn
Times; there were len men taken up TO day
for burning Cotter's house at Knocknane; ; ant
Tom Dycer says that every magistrate in the
country is a marked man.
Mrs. Hewson cast frightened glance to
wards the windows, which opened nearly Il
The ground, and gave aview of wide tree
besprnked lawn, through whose Gentle a
long straight avenue led to the high road.-
There was also footpath at either side oI
the house, branching off through close thick.
cts Of trees, and reaching the road by cir
cunous route.
"Listen, James" she said, after pause
"What noise is that"
"Nolhing but 1hc signing of the wind a.
mong the trees. Come, wife, you must moi
give way TO imaginary tears."
"But really heard something like foot
steps urol tie gravel, round the gable end
| wishn--
A knock at the dOOr interrupted her.
"Come I'M
The door opened, and Tim Gahan, Mr.
Hewson's confidential steward and righ
hand man. entered, followed by fair haIe,
delicate looking BOY of six years old dressed
in deep mourning,
swell Gahan, what 40 you wantf"
81 ask your Honor's pardon for disturbing
you and The mistress, but thought il righ
TO come and tell you the bad news heard.
"Somsthing about The rebels, suppose p
ayes, sir; Igota whisper just now tha
there's going to be great rising entirely, TO
morrow; thousand are TO gather before day
break at KIicrean bog, where am told they
have power of pixies hiding, and then the !
Intend 10 march on and sack every houscir
The country. III engage, when heard it,
didn't let grass grow under my feet, but came
off straight 10 your Honor, thinking maybe
you'd like TO walk over this fine evening t,
Mr.. Waren's, and settle with him what's bes
to be done"
"Oh, James, | besccch you, don't think 0
going"
snake your mind casv, CbarIotte; dom
intend it, not that suppose there would b,
great risk; bu! all things considered, thiul
| am just as comfortable at home"
The Stewards brow darkened, as he CLAN
ced nervously towards the ead window
which jutling out in the gale, formed dceI
angle IN the outer wall.
"Of course Ills Just as your Honor plase:
! but I'll warrant you there would be no harr
in going. Come, Billy, he added, addressin
the child who by this time was siandn
close 10 Mr.. Hewson, SNAKE your bow, an
bid good night 20 master and mistress,n
The boy did not stir, and Mrs He Eso
taking his little hand in hers, snid--
"You need not go home for half an hou
Gahan ;stay and have chat with the servant
in The kilchenand leave Billy with me- -an
with apples and nutsn-she added, smilin
as she filled The chid'shShd with fruit.
"'rhank you ma'am," said the stewnr
hastily. II can't sp--l'm in hurry home
where wanted thus brat to stay to night; bl
be Uould follow me. Come, Billy; com
this minute you young rouge, y
Still the child looked reluctant, and Mrs
Hewson said peremporly--
"Don't go yet, Gahan; | want to speak
you by and by; and you know the mislres
always likes pet little Billy"
ol Withoutreplylng,he steward left lhe room
and the next moment his hasly footsteps re
dsounded through the long tagged passag
! that led to the Offices.
j "There's something strange about Gaia
since bis wife died, remarked Mrs. Hewsor
; 'aI suppose Ills grief for her that makes hiI
look 50 dsrkly, and scsm almost jealous whe
'lsny speaks 10 his child, Poor little Billy
your mother was a sore loss 10 YOU,
The child's eyes filed with fears, m
pressing closer 10 the lady's side, hc said