Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1869-05-25

Martin, I'm In a great hurry, go In
to the fair, an / want ye to run over
wud somethin' to cut chain for me ;
'twont take you FIVE minutes. Mar
tin, you niver did bether days work
in your life if you'll come as fast as
yere legs'll carry YEP He said this
in an under tone, while the sons back
was turned, "and whisht for all sakes p
he added, clenching his hand and sha-
king it at the unconscious young Vul-
can; then he rushed out, leaving the
father grasping a bar of iron and
starting after him.
The smith with the freemasonry
that exists among the Irish peasantry,
perceived that there was secresy and
trouble in the way, and that his good
faith was relied on. He picked up
some tools, muttered an excuse to his
son, and followed hastily.
When Pat Moran reached home he |
was met at the door by Kate.
"Is he safe p
eyes, father, he's in the room attn
a bit"
Her father went in, and going up to
his strange guest, said, "I'm going to
do what | can for You, Tim" Then
they all began discussing eagerly the
best way for the fugitive to take.
"But Lord The whole counthry'll
be reused afther himr' broke in the
farmer, dejectedly, a. they suggested
various lonely hiiI-paths and cross
cuts. "Lord! They'll root up the
ground after him must thry, though
| must thry. Heaven mend mel Aft
| didn't lave the horses all this time,
an niver," he calculated catching sight
OF his forgotten team, who had dragged
the plow after them to the adjoining
meadow and were grazing there.
A sudden thought struck him, and
he hastily returned to the house with
his face flushed. AS he entered the
kitchen he ran against the smith, Mar
tin Leary, who was staring about
him.
Martin. you're thrue an honest, |
know, an you'd do a good turn as
soon as any man, know" said Pat
Moran, abruptly.
"There's me hand on it," returned
the smith, bringing down his black fist
on the others shoulder. In a few
words he was told what was required
of him, and also Of the bright thought
that had thus occurred to Pat Moran
"Herel Let me at it," cried the
smith enthusiastically grasping his
ohisel hammer. Thereupon the little
farmer I'D him into the little room,
where Kate was administering hot tea
aud smoking griddle-cake to the poor
fellow, who ate and drank almost me-
chanically, with his eyes fixed on the
pretty face and busy hands that min
isterd to him.
Here, Tins some one to do a
good turn. Hould out your hands,
me boy! Peggy" turning to his wife,
who was devoutly groaning and tel
ling her beads in corner "go an gef
me ould clothes, an Katy, run for that
yellow clay in the kitchen-garden
Run" She did as she was bid, and
when she returned with the clay was
desired to keep out Of the room for a
few minutes.
Mother, honey, what are they do
ing ?" she inquired.
''Sorra bit O me knows, accushla.
Only your father has some plan in his
head. Oh! Kitty, agra, I'm trimblin'
to think of the throble he may be git
, tin into. Och, Pat, honey, what are
ye goin' to do, at all ?" she cried, ad-
dressing her husband, who came out
of the bedroom, dressed in his best
blue swallow-tailed coat, corduroys,
and new grey stockings.
"Im goin' to show this new servint
: boy where he's to plough, afore | 60
, to the fair said the farmer with a
wink to the two women, who stared
} opencd-eyed at the changed appear
ance of the condemned man with the
fatal prison garb dripping with mud
and sand, and fettered wrists, into a
careless easy going looking young labo-
rer, in suit of welIworn and patched
frieze and corduroy, dirty and clayey,
with Jumps of clay sticking on his
} brogues, rakish "caubeen" slouched
over his eyes, and a black "dhudeen"
between his lips.
"Now COM on lis time you
were at work; his names Maurice
; Slattery, Kate, an he's wud us this
: month backr
| "Oh, father, honey! Oh, Pat, ac-
cushlar' cried the wife and daughter,
t with admiration.
I The young man, taking the pipe
r from his mouth said solemnly, "May
I God foriver bless you, Pat Moran, an
you, Mrs. Moran, an you, Kate, an
s you, Martin cary" and he grasped
r their hands a. around.
t "Come, It's x o'clock" said the
farmer, "You h. " where the pillow
e is, Maurice Slate y. You've new
piece of iron to melt, Martin. An,
! Kate, you've to bury them clothes
Come an I'll show you where"
Half an hour afterwards he was ri
s ding slowly to the fair On his young
horse which was to be sold, casting
|, cautious glances backward at the field
d by the river, where he could see bis
!. horses plowing, aud his new servant
t, boy toiling quietly after them.
}, Such confusion and excitement haG
: not been known for years in the OLD
Il cathedral town. Police there were
7: none in those days, but the whole gar
u rison had turned out in search OF the
n escaped felon. Groups of red coats
r perambulated the streets, the roads
e leading to the country, and even the
y lanes and meadows. Hundreds of