The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1867-08-13
APenian Romance.

ne 1Nrh EfuHithff NtAfEs pretty
little romance out Of an incident in
connection with the landing Of the Fen
ian desperadoes near Dungaryen. -
Among those who landed, after strug-
Cling through the surf. was "a young
man Of middle age, Of particularly mil
itary aspect and unexeeptional man
ners, aud who twas evident, possess.
ed at once resolution, presence Of mind,
and sensibility." His first net, how
ever, unfortunately for his fame, was
TO "skedaddle" toward Yougal, in the
hope that his career as reyolutionist
might not be cut short by those pecuh-
arly unimaginable and jealous protec-
.ors Of the peace, the constabulary po-
lice. But in this hope he was doomed
to disappointment, as he soon found
they We're on his track. Still, for time
he set them at defiance. Having frame
hardened to iron by three years cam
paign, and having learned pedetrianism
under hard master Sherman he
was not so easily captured, and soon
outstripped his pursners.
Thinking they had abandoned the
chase, be entered cottage in the fields,
and, sinking exhausted ON a seat, beg
ged some food, at the same time throw
ing a sovereign to the old woman, who
was the sole inhabitant of the hut A
basin of sour milk and little bread
we're soon at his service; but scarcely
had he tasted monthful when, looking
from the doorway, he perceived the po-
lice advancing slowly but surely. The
fugitive in this dilemma appealed to his
aged hostess, who quickened by an adj
ditional bribe, provided her guest with
clothes Of her son, aborer. These
were donned with little attention to nice
ty OF arrangement, q few artistically-a
piled streaks Of SCOT from the chimney
begat new complexion, and stutfing
his own apparel intoan empty pot, which
he hung over the ashes, the stranger
clad in his wretched attire, seated him
self at his unfinished meal, and waited
calmly the coming of his pursuers, who
soon entered, painting and eager.
The limits of the hovel were soon ex-
plored, but no prey was hidden The
pot alone was not investigated. 1t was
too small for even q dwarf. The stur-
dy-looking fellow, black. faced and dirty,
who sat and devoured in the shadow of
the ill-lighted space, was subjected to
strict examination both of eye and
tongue but neither in his homely
brogue nor his dress was there anything
TO excite suspicion of his statement that
he was the heir Of the mansion return
ed from his work to his dinner
In short, SO well did he act his part
that the police left hecottage complete
ly batiied, and believing from his reply
to question put by one of them, that
the man they were in quest OF had pass
ed on, their exit lett him somewhat
more ut ease. which he improved by in
quiring of his ancient entertainer con-
cerning family who some years before
had lived some miles of. They were
all dead or gone long ago. Bad times
had come to them, their farm had been
taken and given to others; the father
had perished in a distant work house,
and the children had been scattered.
Their memories had vonishcd The
hunted man laid his head on his hands
and burst into tears. He had hoped TO
have met even one at least of his rela-
tiyes beside the old hearth, and he found
not one He had not heard from his
family ciYaaa fba a,.4kra.L l. 20 4ba r~ra. .
civil war, and did not expect to hgh on
desolate home. "Well, mother, said
he, "since there are no friends to meet
me, | must trust to my enemies" So
saying, he threw OFF his disguise, resum-
ed his own apparel, and quitting the
cottage, returned again to Dungarven.
In the town he was met by constable,
to whom he yielded himself