The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-08-07
THE PRIEST HUNTER,
In Irish Tale of the Penal Times.
(Continued.)
Legend of Castle Bourke.
BY NJ. ARcHDEACoN, ESQ.

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cit would appear" she began, "tbat there
was deadly jealousy and animosity between
khOse families, though it must have been also,
70 some extent concealed. about half q century
Fhe Bourkes-who were of those that had be-
3come more Irish than the Irish them
selves (papa or Arthur will give the Latin ex-
|pression) livery probably looked all along with
here did not date for centuries after theirs, as
|intruders; and, still worse, as successful
|intruders; while the Binghams, as probably
regarded the high and haughty Bourkes as OBJ
domains. Nay, papa, reeollect it is agreed on
that you are not to laugh at me; and you know
ann oR}E living my own surmises, as have
had nd sas to the family records of those
= Well, u III vents, according to the legend,
there must nave been fierce hatred, unbridled
power and implacable tempers on both sides,
though it would appear there was still visiting
intercourse between them.
One day two brothers of the Binghams Wis
tied the castle, and the hellisl2thought sprung
mp in the mind of the fierce owner to make
brief work with the visitors, and cut short
further annoyance, by hanging them in front
of the castle--a plan which he debated in Sc
cref with murderous agent, while the uncon-
ity. Brief and secret, however, as the debate
was, it was partly overheard by Sally Davo-
rem, one of the maids; and Sally, though she
might not care much for the brothers, was des-
perately frightened for their attendant, Hugh
Chambers. So flying at her fastest speed to
the seullery, where Hugh was, she beckoned
but must now do the brogue for you, that you
may see and admire my versatility in MARIA
. ton" she said, laughingly.
Perhaps You are making time to refresh
your memory or invention, my love-"
Oh, disparaging papal-but you shall see
that require time for neither purpose.
s "tsally,' said Hugh, I'll bet a taisther
80 pale an freckened like. You're thinkin'
how near the day it is that myself an my mas.
theirs to set off for foreign parts, an lave you
to cry ochone.'
might never come, if 1 sted listenin' to yer
prate.'n
She initiated the brogue so well in those few
words, and looked 80 archly that her father
could not refrain from Laughing: even Ellen
was fain to smile.
"s Sally them" Maria continued, whispered
to Hugh the terrible intentions of the lord of
the Castle, and warned him there was not an
instant to be lost, as whatever her lord deter
mined on doing he generally did promptly,
Accordingly, after having managed to extrae
the three horses from the stable unremarEsE
by Bourke or his terrible agent, he went
ward boldly to where his master was seat
with his brother and their courteous host,
stating aloud that one of the horses had be-
come dead lame, continuing, too, to convey to
his master, at the same time, in whisper, the
warning he had received and the information
that the horses were in readiness A second
extended the warning 70 MS Drotner; ana
apologizi1ik to the lord of the castle for mo-
mentary absence, they left the apartment
rushed through the door without waiting to
snatch their hats-reached their horses
sprung to the saddle and rode for life, followed
by Hugh at equal speed, till they reached
their own residence.
Abrupt, however, as was their departure
from the castle, and evidently betraying terror
and suspicion as it did, it would appear that
the Bipghams must have convinced their enc
mics that the real terrible cause was still not
known 60 thenS as the tradition concludes that
n few months after three brOtheks OF the