The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-12-06

after him! I must try though, I must try
Heaven mend me! If didn't leave the horse,
all this time, an never" he calculated
catching CHM sight of his forgotten team, who had
meadow, and were grazing there.
sudden thought struck him, and he hastily
returned to the house with his face flushed. -
as ne entered the kitchen, he ran against the
| smith, Martin Leary, who was staring about
! him. "1
Martin, you are true an honest, know, an
you'd do q good turn as soon as any man
| Know, said Pat Moran, abruptly.
There's my hand on ii, ;" returned the smith
bringing down his black fist on the others
shoulder. In few words he was told what
was required of him, and also of the bright
thought that had just occurred to Pat Moran.
'eHere! Let me at it," cried the smith, en-
tn Enthusiastically grasping his chisel and hammer
Ihereupon the farmer led him into the little
room, where Kate was administering hot tea and
smoking griddle-cake to the poor fellow, who
ate and drank almost mechanically, with his
eyes fixed on the pretty face and busy hands
that ministered to him. s.
Here, Tim, is some one to do you good
turn. Hold out your hands, me boy! Peggy"
turning to his wife, who was devoutly saving
, cfor,s ar sor r e. an get me old
the kitclIen-g garden! Run." Sire did rs she
was bid and when she returned with the clay,
was desired to keep out of the room for a fe w
minutes.
Mother, dear, what are they doing ?" she
inquired.
father has some plan in his head Oh Kitty,
agra, Pm trembling to think of the trouble lie
may be getting into. Och Pat dear, what are
you goin to do at all ~ she cried, addressing
her husband, who came out of the bedroom,
dressed in his best blue swallow-tailed coat
corduroys, and new gray stockings.
:" Pm goin' to show this new sarvent boy
the farmer, with wink to the two women,
who stared open eyed at the change of the
condemned man with the fatal prison garb
dripping with mud and sand, and fettered
young laborer, into suit of well-worn and
patched frieze and corduroy, dirty and clayey
with Jumps of clay sticking on his brogues,
rakish "caubeen slouched over hir ewes and
black dhudeen" between his lips.
"Now come on! 'Tis time you were at your
work. His names Maurice sattery, Kate; an
he's with us this month back.'
ooh, father, dear" 'Oh Pat, acushlaw cried
the wife and daughter, with admiration.
- The young man, taking the pipe from his
mouth, said soemny, May God forever bless
yOn Pat Moran, an you, Mrs. Moran, an YOU
Kate, an you, Martin Leary!" and lie grasped
their hands all round.
"Come, tits six O'clock said the farmer
:" You know where the pillow is, Maurice Stat
terry. You've new piece of iron to melt, Mar
tin. An, Kate, you've to bury them clothes.
Come an I'll show You where"
Half an hour afterwards he was riding slow
ly to the fair on his young horse which was to
be sold, casting cautious gances backward at
the field by the river, where he could see his
horses blowing, and his new servant boy toll
ing quietly after them.
Such confusion and excitement had not been
known for years in the old cathedral town.
Police there were none in those days; but the
whole garrison had turned out in search of the
escaped felon. Groups of red-coats perambu-
lated the streets, the roads leading to the conn
try, and even the lanes and meadows Hun
dreds of country folk who had come in to see
the execution also crowded the town. The