Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1859-02-03

hour or Two TO see Father McCaoe and tell
him everything"
"Well, maybe you had best send him." OBJ
served Fogarty. after pause
An what ill you tell him ?" asked Bet
who now began to entertain doubts about the
sort of confession Pety might make
I'll tell him what's the truth"
Your not joking Petty 2"
Sorra joke" replied the condemned man
I" But what's the truth 2" persisted the
widow.
Father McCabe ill tell YOU" replied Fo.
garty
Pety," said Mrs Pagan, soIemnly, re-
mimber that We'll part shortly, niver to meet
agn in this life, an whatever you say, let it be
nothin' that I'll bile Nelly"
FOgarty looked impenetrable, and hurriedly
said
Send Father McCabe"
As the turnkey came to say he must put an
end to the interview, Bet shook hands kindly
with Fogarty. just as she had, during her life
time, shaken hands with scores of men about
to be hung aud wipng some tears from her
eyes, left the gaol Back again, through wind
and sleet, with the gathering gloom OF night
descending upon all outward objects, the wild
ow went home She was afraid to mention
any thing of her expedition to Nelly, for fear
of further disappointment and when the girl
anxously inquired where she had been all day,
she vaguely replied
Only piece Off alanah, seeiu' frind.
an was delayed longer than intinded"
"What day is this Z" inquired Nelly
" It's Friday sure
Saturday, Sunday, Monday" muttercd
Nelly, as if to herself, adding aloud there's
only three days more for him to live, Mrs.
Pagan he'll be hung on Tuesday"
Well, an if he is sure the world I'll be
well red of him, replied Bet shortly
Nelly said no more but the widow looked
uneaSily at her as she saw her clasp her hands
convulsively together \ long silence ensued
only broken by the clinking of pots aud pans.
and the whirr aud crackIe of the blazing wood
that was helping TO get the supper ready.
Nelly was sitting by the fire, looking beautiful,
though fearfully emacated.
What way dye feel the uight?" asked
Bet, after a long surrey of her pale features
4" feel as if was dead, Mrs Fugan7
Lord be good to US How's that, au' you
sittin' there alive enough? r.
Il feel as if was dead Bet Pagan, an as ii
God had cursed me so that | was condemned
TO walk the earth, a spirit that nobody wanted
to see"
" Its sin to talk that wild way. agra,
said Bet, looking little alarmed. Nelly Ger
taiT.y looked rather Sp@ctra! JQI there was
the light Of an uuquenchaUle pride burning still
in her eve
The next morning was Saturday, a Wild, ,dreary
Gsy, and Bet went early to Father M'Cabe 10
give him Peter Fogarty's message. The priest
was good natured man, and be lost 10 time
in repairing, in his gig, to Clonmel Mrs.
Pagan saw him of with great satisfaction, aud
yet, when he was gone, a dali miSgiviug eros
sed her mind that Fo-arty might, possibly
make matters worse than ever by stating false
hoods in his dying confession.
"Nusha. he was always full OF tricks and
diyimiut, she muttered as she Welt home ;
an be 10 more cared for priest nor mass than
the haythenT
This reflection induced Bet to take gloomy
view-0f affairs for the remainder Of the day :
and she was glad that she had not given Nelly
any reason 10 bope. She felt very uneasy.
indeed and when she heard tue wellknOwu
rattle Of the priests gig returning. she ran out
in the duSky evening TO hear the worst at
euce
We'll. yer riverence, what news have you
for me !" she asked, as Father M'Cabe alixht-
cd at his own house
" Yoa mustn't be impatient, Bet replied
his reverence, slowly and calmly " whatever
| have TO say. you can't hear il tilI-to morrow"
Oh. musha, Father John let me hear il
this minnil. eutreatcd the widow, 10 al agOu!
Of suspense.
Tomorrow. Bet-to morrow, repeated
the priest.
"Oh. its no good ," moaned the woman.
striking her hands together Sure, If j. vas,
you'd Spake 1t oar at EoHst.7
You must bear all things patiently re-
joined Father M'Cabe. grayely.
"Oh, sorra bit O patience ever I had, your
reverence" said Bet. with fraukaeSs. 9" Ii
yOa'd tell me at woust what news YOU have
I'd sleep sound the night
Tomorrow | s.ll-0ot TIL then
Tomorrow Sunday. an sure tlerel be
three masses an sermon an i '!l Be al hours
afore | can see yer rivereBce 10 spake to
Never mind that. Come TO mass just as
y0u DO every Suaday, ami don't be thinking
Of any,hjng but yOar Pra!eH, replied Father
John, as he uHreleutiagly catered his house
and closed the door