The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1856-08-28

the green far-of isle, longing to hug cross and
rosary to him, and die. "Fer it ees SO mooch
that one has ter bear here" murmured he, his
eyes on enraged, menacing Patrick, yet taking
But at length, raising himself slowly from the
fence where he had'been leaning, without look
ing at the young men in the street, without
appearing to think of them, he laid his hand
on Patrick's arm, turned his face up the path
to the house door, and said,
"Coom--coom in, an eat SOON supper, Pat
an yell feel better"
Patrick started to accompany him, 80 faint
with his anger and his intoxication that he
could hardly move, and with his head half
turned back, that he might still revile the
vulnerable baists, the ID Know Nothing
Yankees; the DID,
A sharp stone, sent by one of the lads, hit
him on the ribs, for an instant cutting off his
breath and his speech. Recovering, he drew
himself up with mighty Jerk, clenched his
hat with both hands, setting it back, quite off
his head, with violence that left his long,
matted locks standing out in every direction
He caught up the stone that had hit him, and
with mad yell sent it amongst the young
men. The real offenders, who were nearest,
seeing it aimed at them, lodged it with shouts
of triumph. But it struck Jamie Hadden's fair
! temple, and he fell.
"Dead?" they asked, with voices of fear,
and with blanched faces. They gathered round
him, and lifted his head; lifted it farther into
Arthur Cabots arms; lifted the warm hand
shuddering to see how heavily it fell. They
tore open his waistcoat trying to find that his
warm heart still beat with the coming and
going blood that his warm chest still heaved
with the coming and going breath. But be
was dead. That was the send of earth" with
poor dear Jamie MADDEN.
Arthur Fletcher came, and looked down on
him moment, pale, and without speech. Then
he took him in his arms tenderly, as if he were
a baby; again and again, as the surgeons, who
had been brought to the spot, tried to recall
life, in tones of unutterable tenderness and
sorrow, calling him, "Dear Jamie, precious
jamie" thinking of his mother.
Patrick, meanwhile, was looking down on
I'M. on the exertions made TO restore him
now in s-.rained, breathless silence; anon, with
means, that somc Zines broke forth into bowls
terrible to hear, beating ~ breast, even tear,
ing his hair. Some of the bystanN ~arheo
him to fly.
-"Ye'd better be rinning, We poor Teller, than
stan'in' there batin' yer braist; for there's
nae mercy for such as we in this land, in these
days."
But Patrick did not hear a sound of it, for
the strained ear, the strained soul, fixed upon
the calm face before him. Two of the young
ringleaders, backed up by the father of one of
them, tried, by getting hold of his sleeve, to
draw him away a little and when they found
they could not, they whispered offers of car
riage," money" of "safety in his own coun-
try, or in Canada" He only shook them of,
when they became importunate; still, with the
wide-open, parched-looking mouth, still with
the strained eyes on Jamie.
| AS for poor Augustine, he rose from the
turf, where he had been crouching like dog,
came in among them, and, "asking leave of
no man," not with his eye or his tongue, knelt
by jamie, calling him Blessed young MASTER
rubbing him, watching for his breath. For
Augustine was little Kate's brother. He had
met her twice at a sisters house in Lowell since
little Kate had been living at Mrs. Hadden's,
SO that he knew at once, when he heard the
name, what blessed young life had been cut
| off.
1.-THE officer is coming the officer is COM
ing!" was shouted by both men and boys,
outside the crowd that had by this time gath
cred. "The officersl the officersi" was repeat
ed in stiller tones up in the neighborhood of
the dead. 4
Again, many voices said, d" Pat, tell lp1,
you had better accept our offer. apd-run, Pat;
run for your life, Patti" and this time he Look
ed up, started one way and another, where
there was an opening made for him, like an
animal that is hunted and afraid. But it was
of no USE the officers had their hands rough
| ly hold of his arms before he had fairly walked
| to his danger.
| There were Irish men, women, and boys, in
the crowd, who had looked on the ARRAY from
| the beginning. Of course, their blood boiled
| in them when they saw the arrest; when the
superior officer said to Pat, as if he were dog,
Come, sir, we have some little business with
you, sirI" proceeding to drag him by the collar,
without trial at demonstrating whether the
prisoner was ready to 60 of his own accord.
| of course they braced themselves, some of
them, like panthers, for a spring. When
Fletcher saw this, he called out, gently
"He didn't mean it, The poor man never
meant to do this finishing with quivering
chin, with his eyes coming back to rest on
peaceful Jamie.
Name i'll" groaned Pat, his eyes following
Fletchers, his limbs growing at once supple
as childs in the hands of the officers. "Mane
it If could die five hoondred deaths, and
bring back that woon life by doing it, there
isn't woon of ye ali here, well SIS We luve i'm,
And he sank powerless on the earth, swaying
his body back and forth, crying aloud,
| Young Cabot came up to him, his face swell
ed with weeping, but full of compassion, say
ing, +" You wefnit 10 blame, poor fellow If
lie could have spoken"-(th;nkipg that ia
ME never would speak again stopped him
mou1ent)-"if he could have said anything,
he would have said that you were less to blame
! Ian some of us we're, Go with them, peace
ahlv ;f IN must" bending, so Is to speak in
lower tones: "SA'l take care of you. We
won't let you sleep until S-"r ore comior;aole.
Comfortable can niver be more ssia
the man, catching young Cabot's hand, ..."o
letting his tears stream on it. Wherever l go,
the dead boys face'll be before me, in my
sight, to make my life harder to hold up
der than it was before. An sure there was
nae need O. this, nae need O. this"
| Fletcher commissioned friend in the crowd
to see about bail for the prisoner, then entered
| the carriage that had been brought to take him
up into the town. Jamie's body was borne in
panions of the day came, with bowed heads, to
| attend it.
CHAPTER XVIII
Mrs. Hadden sat at that same golden sunset
ting, reading letter from jamie 1t was writ
ten, as she saw by the date inside, the day be-
fore-was mailed that very morning, as she saw
upon examining the post-mark. He was safe,
then through with the boating, through with
the surf, through with the sea entirely, and
safe. The tears came into her eyes a. she
drew long breath, thanking God that he was
| safe.
"There's something" said she to Ada, after
having read, and thought awhile in silence, q
have known that there was something Jamie
wanted to say to me, ever since he came home
| from college and here it is in the poor boys
letter. he don't like the/old plan of medicine;
he wants to enter the ministry, bless him I"