New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-09-29

n large uIeH Oh potatoes smoked IN TIT
centre, cooked as only cottagers can cool
them. and from which emanated in some
mysterious way a strong SAVIOR of onions.
ms am much for man to come nome
TO, after hard days work-nothin' but ia
tiers; we'll better this tomorrow, mother, o.
my name amt Bill"
Take care what yere at, answered his
wife, testify; yell get catched some OF
these days.
Not without fight for it, ye may take
we're oath on that"
"The new visitor do want these here
children to 90 to school," said Mrs. Hardy,
wisely changing the subject
Then the visitor had better pay for EN-.
and find the clothes to send EN- IN: ain t
a going to- What's the good of farming
Jack do make few pence bird keeping, and
MolIY's got enough to do to look after this
ere chap" and the softer look crossed the
fathers face once more, as he laid his hand
| tenderly on the curly golden head-a hand
that would be raised tomorrow, should OPP
portunity offer, for the commission Of any
deed Of daring or Of crime. $50 don't let's
Z! hear no more about schooling; there's too
| many on EN- to do nothing; and dOn'G let
| that there spy Of the parsons be hanging
| about here, pryJng her nose into what don't
| cOnsarn her."
Then, supper being finished, he got up
| from his chair, swore Justify at q stool
which crossed his passage to the door, and
went out, to spend at the public house a
good portion Of the time which must vet
intervene before he could commence his
poaching pursuits.
Bill Hardy was always welcome at these
nightly assemblies, where the affairs Of the
parish and the neighhorhood were discussed
quite as hotly as educated men discuss the
affairs OF the nation. His indomitable
daring and courage made him an object of
admiration, added to which he had worked
for many years in the neighborhood Of Lon
don, and had seen the world. Ill-natured
rumor limited that be had travelled a good
deal farther than that at her maiestys ex-
pense.
More than month had passed away. 1t
was The depth of winter.
Many of the inhabitants Of the village of
Seton lay wrapped in peaceful slumber, but
at one cottage there was a solitary watcher.
1t was at Bill Hardys. The children
had been in their beds long ago; a few
melancholy embers Of the fire were still |
lingering in the ill-kept CRATE. Mrs Hardy's |
chair was vacant-ay, and her bed, too, for |
the matter OF that. She was in the church
yard sleeping sounder than her little ones,
even with the changing of the bells so close |
to her.
Jenny, her representative in the home |
now, had been standing at the half open
door on tip-toe, with her fingers to her lips,
listening.
She could just distinguish in the far dis
tance the well known step she had been
waiting for. 1t was coming so swiftly |
what could have happened Her heart beat
high, and then stood still with terror as
her father, his face haggard in the moon
light, came up the garden with rapid stride
and pushed by her roughly.
sMoney, Jenny all you have, girl I'm
off to Lunnon; the beaks'u be after me
lfOre morning"
The girl was equal to the occasion. With
hands, yet without a question or
moments delay, she took something
wrapped In bit Of dirty newspaper from a
ca Caddy, the receptacle for all treasures,
md put it into his hand. That's all,
ather," she said.
Hardy snatched it eargerly, and turned
0 depart; but, by an impulse stronger than
his youngest boy in his rough ]
rms, and, with a heavy sob, kissed and
blessed him, and laid him softly down ]
gain. Then, almost in the same breath,
nuttering a curse at his unlucky fate, he (
brew the money upon the coverlid, and !
Tas down stairs again. II couldn't take
he last mouthful Of bread from the young
IN, he said; take care Of him, jenny {
nd then he was gone.
The atfrighted girl sank upon the floor {
nd hiding her face in her hands as she
aaned against the comfortless wooden
hair, sobbed aloud. Perhaps lie would
ome back, she thought, and face it. She +
imagined she understood it all He had q
cen caught poaching, and he was in dan q
er, so he had fled. She would fain have T.
,llowed him. for with all the de- 4
otion of her unframed heart she loved the 3
adj, hard man, hard to all save one; but i
le did not dare. He might come back; =
le would wait and watch. But she was 7
Dung: had worked hard all day, and ma E
Ire asserted itself When two policemen,
! five in the morning, lifted the latch of >,
le cottage door, Jennie was sleeping +
,undly. +
The footsteps aroused her, and she was
I her feet in a second, with the rec0ll8o- -,
on of all that had happened cleag before f,
II. T.
where's your father?'" said the foremost Y
the two men, peremptorilyo
. Gone to work, replied the girl, sroutiT c.
8 No, no, my lass, none of that: we've n
zen looking for him afore we came here; a
,'s hiding somewhere, but I'll lay guinea 81
ell unearth him q
" So you may, and welcome, % retorted the n
RI saucily; ''ye may take every inch Of n
m as yell find here"
The two men then proceeded TO- search |
e house and its surroundings; one going u
the bedrooms, while the other examined a.
cry corner and cupboard below, as ~
ough he expected to find a mouse rather VI
an a man concealed in them. s.
Jenny Hardy stood where they had left -
r, never moving, until terrified scream ~
)m the children up stairs recalled her to 90
rself. Then, like a tigress, she was ~
unding to the rescue, but the policeman q,
10 was descending took her cOaxingly by a,
Q arm and led her down again. I" Come -
w." he said, "don't be frightened, my ~
ar; tell us where he's off to we amt 60 e.
: to hurt him" -
Amt We, thought laughed the girl, in "
Then suddenly she clasped "!
r hands together tightly, and looked 20
gerly in the speakers face, whispered, ire
What dye want with him = What i'll has ",
done 2" W,
The policeman bent his head close to her, 81
d lowered his voice a little as he pro- vi
uDced the word Murder" W,
when Jenny went up stairs n no
avily, Tor years seemed to have passed -
err her in those few minutes, she found pG
e, the fathers darling, sobbing and ",
vering, stripped of the little ragged VIZ
.ht-shirt she had put on him the night P99
fore; and on the pillow where the curly WI
adj had rested was a stain that made her i tI'
ldder. ID ID
t was one of the visiting days at St. he
omas' Hospital, London. About two ~
Lrs had elapsed since the fatal night, ed
en-, in a desperate pOaching attray, Sir ca
,hael Forrester's keeper had been bru- Sh
" murdered. Two Of the gang had been to
pretended and imprisoned; but from evi wa
ICE given by the under-keeper, it was de- an
ed that the cruel death blows, inflicted no
h the butt-And of a gun, were dealt by | inc