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

wafer anu proper nlm SLOWLY onward.
Slower and fainter became each
stroke, and a wave of the rising tide
rushed over, his head, when with a
gurgling moan he made a last effort
and his feet touched the bottom. He
stood now upright, and slowly waded
to the low muddy shore, where he
sank down on the sedge and sea-pinks,
and swooned away.
81 must be stirrin' meself," said Pat
Moran to his wife, about half-past
four o'clock that morning. dive a
power to do. I've to take the cowlt
to the fair, an 'the turnip field to
plough afore | 60"
just as the first beams of the gold
en- sunlight were resting on the cabin
chimneys, and on the high buildings
of the city hills opposite, he led his
two horses from their stables to the
field by the river, where the plough
lay, and having yoked them he began
turning up the burrows afresh.
dts fine mornin' glory be to
God y he soEloduised, "en'y for the
poor sowl that's to see the last of it.
Musha What's that? Woa, thin,' -
he cried, suddenly catching sight of
something which looked like a heap
of muddy clothes "Lord save US p
And without moment, he ran down
to where the unconscious man was ly.
ing, face downward, on the sedge.
Pat Moran's first impulse was to
run for help; his next to raise the
body gently and drag it further up.
The motion aroused the poor half
dead creature.
"Who, in heavens name, are ye, an
what brought ye here ?" inquired the
farmer, looking in terror at the hand
cuffs.
"Pm-arn't you Pat Moran ?"
"Yes."
"Pat, ye knew me poor father. Tn
Tim Welsh, the poor fellow that's tc
be hanged to-day. Won't ye thry
aud save me, for the love of God
I've come through the sewer. I'm all
night creeping through it, an | swan
the river, and I'm most gone ! Won'l
We thry an save me, Pat Moran, an
the LOrd'll reminder it to you an
your childher toriver."
Tim Welsh! Lord be good to me
What am to do wud ye? I'm done
for, if you're found wud me, an how
can | save ye? What am | to do
Sure 'tisn't in the regard Of sayin
that wouldn't do a good turn for We
Tim, but the counthry'll be reused at
ther We, an where'll | hide ye, o.
whatll do at all ?" Thus groaneC
the farmer as he opened the little
gate and led him into the kitchen
where Kate was baking a griddl,
cake for breakfast.
Father, honey! Oh lor! What
that T. sho cried as the tottering Gg
ure in the soaked discolored garment
came into the cheerful light of th
turf fire.
"Whisht, achushla It's Tim Welsh,
he whispered. Kate sprang up fror
her knees, and her face grew white.
"kate, honey, what are we to d
wud him 2" said her father, trembling
as he recoUnted the manner of Tim
escape.
"Hide him, father !" she cried, wit
all woman impulsive generosity
"The Lord pity your she added
bursting into tears at sight of tn
wretched object before her.
an do what | can, Tim. Give hi1
a bit to ate, Katie. I'll spake to som
one | can trust"
pat, me life is in your hands,
broke in the fugitive.
"Never fear, avick. I'll do me bes
for ye." He hurried away a few hur
dred yards to the house of his lane
lord, Protestant minister; he knock
ed furiously at his front door, and wa
admitted by sleepy maid-servant.
"Somethin' | want to 8pake to tn
masther about-I'm goin' to the fai
this mornin n'-tell him I'm in grea
hurry, af ye plase.'
After minutes delay the gentl,
man appeared.
} "Somethin' very particular sir,
: said the farmer, in a low voice.
about that cow you were spakin,
me sir" he added, for the maid-ser,
, ants benefit.
} Come into my study here, Moran,
, said his landlord.
: "Be your lave, sir. I'll shut th
door," said Moran. Then walkin
, over to the table he put his claspe
hands upon it.
@Misther Raymond, l can thru;
ou. I'm in great hobble, sir, an
t dunno what to do at all. Misthe
Raymond, you was always kin
! friend, an a good friend, and you
t not betray me? It's another man
. saycret, an you must give me you
3 word, sir, else I'd be afeard to |,
a mortal man hear me-
. "Moran, if you think can promi;
as man and a Christian, will. Yo
q may trust me, whatever it is" sal
' Mr.. Raymond.
i Thus assured the farmer unfolde
his story, and begged his landlord
e counsel.
s 81 hardly know how to advise 20
: Moran, said he as soon as he coul
i speak coherently in his astonishmen
) "The poor fellow will be found ou
d I'm afraid, in spite of all you can d
: and you'll get into great trouble
r Have his handouts filed off at a
events he went on in a low ton,
|, 4Martin Larry will do it, and you cs
= trust him, and maybe the best you cs
do is to give the fugitive some of yo1
J. clothes, and some food and this" E
q took guinea from the drawer. "Bul