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

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year. just hecause you didn't like him and
strove to like another till did Ike him and
| gave my promise 10 marry him. and God
sees it was promise Ia have kept bat I'm
sorry to the heart now that ever did the like,
for the love / threw away was the only trus
love among We all Ay, Petty Fogarty mur
derer, robber, whatever you are, 10 marry you
] this minnit if you were here TO take me ! Bat
we'll be together soon enough !"
Fiercey wroth, Dillon made ano' her rush
towards the excited girl. but many hands held
him back
You'll not lay 6nger on her !" shouted
the voice of Bet Pagan = Ye desarve this,
every one o Ye, for yez were Ike Turks to her
an We know il !"
Mrs Dillon looked nearly as stern as her
husband aud her sous, who were now enter
ing, would have almost torn their sister limb
from limb, so great was their Indignation. had
not the crowd forced them out again. While
much hustle ensued, Nelly's strength became
exhausted, and seeing her ssay 10 and fro, as
she stood in the centre Of the floor, Bet Fagsa
rushed to catch her in her arms. The girls
head dropped heavily on her shoulder, and see
ing the expression Of her features, Norry Groom
shreked out
Shes dyin', she's dyin'; lave the house
every one O We "
The crowd fell back as Norry waved her
hand to them, but the billions did not move
Bet laid Nelly on the ted, ad Mrs Dillon, now
overcome with mothers feelings ran forward
to her; but gathering up all her strength the
girl pushed the unfortunate HomaL away from
her with scorn and Indignation.
Pat Dillon at length burst into tears, and
wrung his hands despairingly.
Nelly, Nelly ~ he exclaimed wildly, won't
We look on yer own father. au' say ye forgive
him -
Fixed aud glazed, the daughters eyes were
fastened on vacancy the things OF this world
he'd vanished from their sight forever the
iife-blood was already growing staguant in the
veins
" She's dead" whispered Norry Groom, bend
ing over her a" the breath's gone"
A wild cry like the shrek Of some forest
beast-discorlaut, ferocions, despairing-rang
through the room aud rushing towards thu
bed, Pat Dillon seized the stnseless form OF
his child, in his arms and bore il from the house
in frenzy fearful TO behold. The women
screamed aud ran after him buE with the
speed Of madness, be gained his own house ere
they could stop him. Flingiug the corpse on
the bed ia the kitchen he exclaimed
She'll not be walked night out O. her ia
theirs house, any how" and then burst into q
hideous peal Of laughter
Bet remembered his own words, spoken the
morning after NeIly's disappearance, that she
should never cross his threshold alive again
1t was her duty to lay ou' the dead body, aud
very uolrGfuliy she did it, Never had she
dressed ont fairer corpse Tue wake that
night in the D.ilons' house was strange one
The neighbors from far and near had gathered
TO it-all except Denis RYAN; and though
there were p;pes aud tobacco IN abundance, and
plenty Of whiskey there was little merrimeut
One alone of those present juked and laughed
Vith wild revelry that struck horror into the
hearts Of the rest This was the father Of her
VINO lay lfr!eSs before their eyes The light Of
reason had vanished forever from Pat bilious
mind aud when bis child's corpse was lowered
into its last earthly resting place upon the same
day that vi messed the execution and burial OF
Peter FOgarty, he cispped his hands, utteriHg
unearthIg shouts Of triumph From that time
he was confirmed maniac, gradually sinking
into idiOcy. His family became scattered the
sous departed TO America and Australia bis
wife, and daughter Kitty, did not survive their
mi>foriunes very long aud Pat became "a mir
erahie object, wandering from town tn town,
generally attred 10 a cast-0ff soldier uniform
He wsS soon well known at Thurles. Clonmel.
aud Cashej and till his hair was grey, and his
form bent with age, be continued to live a
poor IDIOT His farm passed into other hands
The walls OF the house are black and oil
now, reader, but they stand still and though
Pat Is long dead, bis unhappy story and tbs
melancholy fate Of lis faTorte child, IS still
spoken o: in the neigLborho0d, though Bet
Fagan aud NOrry Groom Ike many Of th-ir
contemporaries. have been gathered TO the.r
eterla! dwellings