The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1870-10-02


sire of preserving life and liberty, as usual,
lent wings to the friar, who bounded over
hedges, swept through fields and sprung
across bog drains, with "deetness ana aSiiltS
which the nature and occasion OF ms hiSht
alone could have enabled a person OF hls ful-
ness of body to exert.
In vain the ruffiau shouted vehemently and
repeatedly, g" If you don't stop this instant,
by the glory ov hell you're as dead as Il
mackerei," as he came bounding on his track
for the murderer's form was far more asile
and Injured to exercise than the fugitives
The words but gave additional speed to the
friar; and the pistol presented by the ruiilan
had been rende10d harmless by some friendly
hand during the night-the same hand had
also managed to abstract from his breast the
long knife or dagger he generally. carried
there. So on they swept in their desperate
race pursuer and pursued, the former gaining
somew hat, but slowly on the latter, till they
reached Aaron Andrews Cottage.
Early as was the hour, the honest founder
was abroad; for, since his daughters fignmt,
his nights had been restless, and his usually
early habits rendered earlier in consequences
"stop the dog priest-stop him." shout
ed the rnan, stop him, ,ol,i somman' nann s0"
"That's your vile trade, ye rascal, ma mine
and Eve mony thing else till mind" observ-
ed the sturdy founder, placing his hands in ms
pockets, and walking deliberately into his
cottage -,
"Thin, eternal blazes to me, but you'll be
soon brought over the Goals for this, masther
Aaron" exclaimed the murderer, as he coh-
| tinued his chase. -
Onward again swept the race, bnt with
somewhat altered positions between the par
ties. The pnrsuer had lost some time by
haing Andrews and the pursued had prohted
by it, to increase little the distance be-
tween them. But, unfortunately for the pnF-
suer, who was destined to meet that hcur "A
long provoked fate, tie advantage on the
friar's part was but n.u.nostary, for, ia flying
through the plantation, his foot stfuck
against the root of thorn that had been
hewed down, and he was pitched lor" aad
violently to some yards distance. He regained
his footing almost instantly, but his leg mao
been hurt; and his pace was SO much cfipple1
in consequence, that he had Garelv cleared
the little plantation when the murderers
grasp was again on his collar, and both, alter
u brief but fierce struggle, came to the ground
together. ,,,
4 third party, however, had been added
to the race. johnny McCann had observed
the chase from the hill to the rear Of the cot
tage aud distinguishing the parties, the nfsI
glimpse he had of them had darted ott IN tnelr
wake at the top of his speed. He had to
cross the stream, however, to be on the same
side with them, and was in consequence, some
sixty yards in the rear when ne saw pursIer I',
, and pursued grapple and fall together. IN
stantly he strained every nerve to reach them,
before Shawn could add another murder to MS
blood-guiltiness, shouting, at the same tine'
sTne skene (knlte) Father Davy-the skene -
the skene."
, Tho words came at the critical moment, and
substituted the murderer in intent for the IN
= |
: the sward the -triar- WAS uuder and Shawn
over hlm, with one hand grasplng his throat
and the other in the act of being upiifted to
stun him with the pistol butt, when the
, shout reached Father Davy's ears; and profit
ing of the suggestion, he managed to ORA"
frolu>lis breast a long knife, given to him by
r McCann himself, and, with the rnp,aity @ intI %
: the murdercr's side. The pistol dropped from
y the powerless hand, and the wretch h'nsel
fell across the friar's body in the death agony
Iol l,,r. lN sh.lLp off
= lifeless incumbrance, and was standing gaZint
e on it, as if utterly bewildered 10y the deed hi
: had done in self-detence when McCann cam, cam
81 up, and drawing forth the knife, with whiel
n welled forth the life stream, plunged 1T thrlc
: with fierce rapidity into the body, exclaimlns
1 at the same time, with eager ierceness, Muir
i therin' dog, look who's stabblnS you, ant
5 know me before your sonPs i'll eternal perdi
: tion. It's me, Andrew Higgins, the nephew
: Father Terence, that lost his life through you
y; means. It's ME that balked you OF your VIC
il tim for that time on the abbey roof-that CAV
t Sir john the intelligence of your being in you
e sisters house, the same night, with tathe
IS Bernard, and afterwards sent the lniornlas,I sI
g to government about Sir John and yourself
= It's me that watched You for years, by day an
s by night, to have the delight Of lending OH
y blow to help you to hell"
on the ruthless stabber, whom he recognize
d by the passionate tones, SO widely dlheren
{; from his peddling slang; and IN tha1 glahc
It were commingled quenchless hatred, defiance
IL revenge, rage, but neither terror nor remors'
Y And thus, according to tradition, terminate
)" the career Of one, the West of those wretche
l. fashioned and fostered by the demoralizln
Is and deeply blood-stained penal statutes
st "The sooner separate now, and that yo
,e disappear from this district, the BETTER" sal
s. the pedlaT, as Sir John will be % sure ni to tais
n a hue and cry after the killer OF his pet.
st have not been seen coming here, and can tax
up my pack again"
T. Shaking off his bewilderment, the fTiar b
lie took himself tota speedy flight towards I'll
wild district of Joyce country %hil9 edn tne
lg again over the body, to crafty the hatred an
Of revenge that were, apparently, not to be a.
ID peased even by death itself. But, though u
ID features wore the same stern and malignal
Id expression that had characterized them
ne life, there glance of hatred al
ry defiance returned to his; and, after gazing
of moment or two, he spurned the body with h
Ss foot, and, ntteriug an execration, moved ava
he slowly to where his pack was lying, after pau
ed ing, while within view, to have another CLAN
d, at the execrated corpse.
IL CTo be continued.)
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