Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1867-07-26

The Cork Zxaminer weaves pretty
little romance out of an incident in connec-
ton with the leading of the Fenian despe-
radoes near Dungarvan. Among those
who landed, after struggling through the
surf, was "a man Of middle age, of par
ticularly military aspect and unexception-
able manners" and who it was evident,
"possessed at once resolution, presence Of
mind, and sensibility" His first act, how
ever, unfortunately for his fame, was to
skedaddle" toward Yougal, in the hope
that his career as revolutienist might not
be cut short by those peculiarly unimagina-
tive and jealous protectors Of the peace,
the constabulary police. But in this hope
he was doomed to disappointment, as he
soon found they were on his track. Still,
for a time he set them at defiance. Hav-
ing frame hardened to iron by three
years campaign, and having learned ped
estrianism under hard master-Sher-
man-he was not SO easily captured, and
soon outstripped his pursuers.
Thinking they had abandoned the chase,
he entered cottage in the fields, and sink
ing exhausted on seat, begged some food,
at the same time throwing sovereign to
the old woman, who was the sole inhabl-
tant of the hut. Abasin of sour milk and
and little bread were soon at his service;
but scarcely had he tasted a mouthful when
looking from the doorway, heperceived the
police advancing slowly but surely. The
fugitive in this dilemma appealed to his
aged hostess, who, quickened by an addl-
tional bribe, provided her guest with some
clothes of her son, laborer. These were
donned with little attention to nicely OF ar
rangement,a "a few artistically-applied streaks
Of SCOT from the chimney begat new COM
plexion, and stufing his own apparel into
an empty pot, which he hung over the ash
es, the stranger clad in his wretched attire,
seated himself at his unfinished meal, and
waited calmly the coming of bis 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. It was too
small for even dwarf. The sturdy-look-
ing fellow, black-faced and dirty, who sat
and deyoured in the shadow Of the il-light-
ed space, was subjected to strict examine
ton 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 man-
sion returned from his work to his dinner.
| In short, so well did he act bis pari that
the police left the cottage completely baf-
fed, and believing from his reply to the
questions put by one Of them, that the man
they were in quest Of had passed on, their
exit left him somewhat more at case, which
he improved by inquiring Of his ancient
entertainer concerning a family who some
years befor had lived some miles off. 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
persisted in distant work-house, and the
children had been scattered. Their menu
ories had vanished. 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 relatives beside the old hearth,
and he found not one. He had not heard
from his family since the outbreak of the
great civil war, and did not expect to light
on desolate home. swell, mother" said
he, "since there are no friends to meet me,
must trust to my enemies" So saying,
he threw off his disguise, resumed his own
apparel, and quitting the cottage, returned
again to Dungarven. In the town be was
met by constable, to whom he yielded
himself