The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-02-25

tlle JeiIS OuG VI Ills c1 Is. uOlJ'
that Kit Cassidy may never come il
my way" he said, savagely. "PI
be revenged, if it is a thousand year;
from now!"
! CHAPTER II.
Kit Cassidy was seen no more il
the Kelsoe kitchens. His father
and two or three other men, who
were employed on the farm, disap-
peared, and were supposed to have
Joined the Ribbonmen. Tom was
quite hero among the other boys,
for a few weeks ; Joe spencer and
Phil Boyd came over to see the
marks of the ropes on his wrist. At
the meeting on Saturday, too, Cap
tain Duncan, who often dinned with
Mr.. Kelsoe, called to Tom-"That
foster brother of yours played you
sharp trick, ell, Tommy"
'But L mean to pay him for it,
sill" cried Tom, loudly.
That's right my lad" said the
Captain, nOdding and laughing.
Tom was almost as proud as if he
had his new fowling piece to carry
that morning,
He used after that to say every
day to the boys: IN pay Kit Cas-
sidy yet" thinking How Captain
Duncan would applaud him if he
heard it, until, one day, Phils big
brother George said: Il did not
think you were the kind of boy to
keep a grudge. Itseems mean and
catfish to me-
Now, George wore whiskers, and
could construe Euripides. Tom be-
gan to doubt whether his revenge
were so manly after all. Besides,
he was not in half such a fury with
Kit as at first.
"Inever knew fellow who could
train a setter like Kit Cassidy" he
said to Phil; 'and when 1 had the
ague, that chap slept at my door like
dog. There's no denying that he
was very fond Of me, But there's
no good in a croppy. Mind l tell
you Phil"
Soon after news came Ofthe battle
at Ross. The slaughter of the reb-
els was terrible. Mr.. Kelsoe read
the account from a Dublin paper,
which was taken by a club and pas
sed from house TO house, "0ne lit
tie lad from County Cork" it said
crushed up the embankment and
thrust biz body against the mouth
of cannon, shouting Come on boys
I've choked the bastep Curiously,
he escaped with his life.
Father, that was Kit" cried Tom
"He was as brave as a lion, Kit was"
"The bravery of the poor CrOppies
seems to ME to resemble that of the
beasts" said Captain Duncan, who
sat by the fire, brushing the snuff
from his cambria shirt-frill.
"They are men" said Mr.. Kelso,
gravely; d" and perhaps it would be
better to have called out the best
part of their manhood, instead of
the worst"
Tom turned this over in his mind,
but could make nothing of it. But
at the next words he pricked his
ears.
"By the way, Kelsoe, there is
queer story going that one of your
diaries is left open at night, from
which the croppy families can help
to milk and bread. Sure
ly, there is no truth in it:'
"The women and children are
said Toms mother quiet
ly.
you encourage the rebellion,
madam"
IF thine enemy hunger, feed
him." said Mr.. Kelsoe.
'If,' you are trying to make man
out of a croppy, through gratitude,
you are bribing swine with pearls,
pald the captain.
All this perplexed Tom. of
course his father must be right.
But it was so easy, like the Captain,
to see no good IN those who differed
with you, to deny that your enemy
was only faulty man, like yourself
and to call him a brute! He went
that very night, and stood on the
hill to watch the lean, ragged woman
in to the open dairy for the
food left there for them. 1t was all
that stood between them and stary-
alton. Their were huddled into the
huts on the Cloyne estates, and
their husbands were all in the rebel
army,