The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-02-10
MISCELLANEOUS.
TIE SHAN VAN YOGHT.-A TRUE
STORY.
BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS.
CHAPTER I.

AhAIIER L.
III was just outside of Mr.. Kelsoe's own
Farm gate that he and Tom met Mr..
Knapp. The clergyman had been riding
hard, Tom noticed, and looked scared and
excited; SO Tom promptly pushed his
shaggy pony between his fathers horse
and the hedge 10 hear all that was going
on
"The rebels are here, and in force, Mr..
kelsOe; there can be no doubt about it.
Jaryey saw with his own eyes last night,
large bodies Of men, masked, crossing the
road yon1er. They are secreted in your
woods Your own servants are no doubt
IN league with them"
That can't be, father" cried Tom, an
grily
Mr.. Kelsoe put his hand gently on
Toms shoulder
There is no trusting any of them,'
Mr.. Knapp went on excitedly. "The Sc
cret league includes every Ililesian Irish
man. Your foster brother, or the old
nurse in your chimney corner, may be
pledged to poison you, or to stab you in
your bed
Mr.. Kelsoe shook his head. 81 think
know these people better than yOu," he
said mildly
"What did they do last week in Done
gal? In Sligo? Plundered every loyal
i5ts house Of arms-then burned and
killed as they went And our district is
unprotected by single soldier. | tell
you, Dir. Kelsoe, there's murder in the
air Look to your house to night"
lie rode away hurriedly, and Mr.. Kelsoc
and Tom logged on lcisurely Tom
looked down uneasily through the dark
eBing evening, at the stretch of black
woods below the hill. Ke fancied mystic
riCus shadows OF masked men passing to
and fro.
Father, is it true that the rebels have
dane as he says in Sligo ?"
am afraid it is, Tom"
The hounds I'd like to see them
come after our arms 1t would give me
satisfaction, father, to have crack at one
of that aoble, with my fwling- piece ~
There is something to be said on their
side," NJ. kelsOe said, as if talking to
himself; there is something always to be
said on the other side" Toms father had
always been member Of the Church of
England, but Nature meant him for a
Quaker.
"They are thieves and murderers!
They are Gods creatures, my SON."
As soon as they reached the house, Tom
rushed up stairs to clean his fOwling piece
He had only owned it week.
Tom kelsOe was 10 years old Just the
age Of Tom Waters here beside me. lie
was big, broad -chested fellow, too, and
could throw any boy of his size, just like
this other Tom They had the same hon
est, freckled faces, and shock of black
hair, and chapped, red hands; and ther,
was lot OF string, ard nails, and a top, an(
wormy apple, in Tom Kelsoe's pocket
precisely as there is in Tom Waters now
But this Tom wears cheviot sack, dul
and decorous; that Tom was to be seer
afar of, in his blue roundabout,gay with gil
buttons; this one shoves his way through
great public school, and chatters glibly
OF chemistry, geology, and steam engines
the other pOred over heavy Latin books
with an humble, awkward tutor, wht
taught sons of the gentry the humani
ties" or he cut high pigeon wings in th'
air with his legs, before his dancing mas
ter, practicing contra dances, jigs, anC
strathspeys. Our Tom whistles "Le
sabre de man PEREZ" and plays base ball
the other Tom trOtted after the whipper
in, before day, To see the hounds throw off
shouting,
,oqthery wind ard cloudy sky
Proclaim II a hunting morning,
With hey no. tivy tsntivy hO!'
covered turf One hurrahs for Grant tn
other prayed every night for King Georg
and Queen Charlotte Tom Waters is
jolly, wideawake boy yet, and means t.
be President; the other Tom was lonl
ago laid To rest, an old, white-headeC
man. For our story is of nearly a centur,
ago. and the rebels whom Tom Kelso'
feared belonged to a little island, wher,
the fields are green, and the people hot
tempered all the year round.
Tom polished his gun vigorously. XII
Cassidy held the oil and bits Of leather
Kit was Toms foster brother.
I'D like chance at one of the rebel
with this, Kit"
It's yerself as wud be the shurc shot
Masther Toni
What can those wretches do wit
arms?" (boastingly). "They never owne
gun"
fhey wur'n't allowed any,-no NOR
than the bastes. You're in the right {
it, Masther Tom," fawncd Kit
Why, you belong to- their church Kit
you ought to be one of them," (carelessl
peering in the barrel as he spoke.
"Och, wirasthrus wud yees say to m
that | wuz a RibbOnman" with sudde
howl Of horror.
Dbu DDbuJif hA. I'm VI '""' ''DNi
and stop whining. | know you're Oran2
to the backbone. Like me"
Kit stood by in silence a while, his fu
tive blue eyes steadily watching Ton
under the light lashcs.
suppose yeez couldn't lift one OF tn
masther's guns, now ?"
g can lift any one of them. Come an
see"
Tom hung his pretty silver-mounte
gun over his bed carefully, and then IA
down the steps leadin. to his father
chamber, closely followed by Kit 1t w;
large room, with windows opening
the ground. Over the fireplace hung
couple of crossed swords, and fine gu
which Mr.. Kelsoc used in the chas
From under the pillow Tom drew a pa
of pistols the bed was high posted, vii
heavy wooden curtains; from the teste
or top, he took down couple of ligl
guns.
Is that all ?" said Kit, with touch
contempt. Tom hesitated. An Irish ge
tleman took as much pride in his weapo
"a his horses, and Tom had no mind
hear his father sncered at; still no