The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-06-29
From the Catholic WORLDLY
ALL-HALLOW EVE;
OR, THE TEST OF FUTURITY.
CHAPTER XXN.
(Continued.)

Gousf door, Sun determined 10 DO on the safe
eide. for tear tho man was scheming. Here
he het up long dismal and melancholy howl.
my father il dead, Z" said Winny; there
Is the Banshee."
"It-is all the same; Bully -dhu would not
cry that way for nothing; there is somebody
dead, I'm sure"
cit is because he knew you were gone, Miss
Winny, and he did not know where to look for
you that's ALL you may depend"
Thank you, Cotter the dog might indeed
do that same. God grant it Is nothing worse !"
ter followed Bully -dhu into the house. Winny,
fathers room. She found it locked, but,
quickly turning the key she she burst in It . was
her father stretched upon the bed, still bound
hand and foot She few to the table, and
taking his razor cut the cords. The poor old
man was quite exhausted from suspense ex-
element, and the fruitless physical efforts he
had been making to free himself.
THANK God father +" she exclaimed
hope You are not hurt"
mo dear. Give me sup Of milk, or l will
choke"
Poor winny, in the ignorance of her past
habits, called out to Biddy to bring her some.
Biddy answered with o smothered cry from
the inner room. Cotter flew to the door and
unlocked it. In another moment he had set
her free from her cords, and she darted across
the kitchen to minister to the old mans wants
ut Wippys direction.
Poor Bully -dhu then pointed out to Cotter
the share he had taken in the nights work,
and it might almost DO said quietly gave
himself up" At least he showed no disPosi-
ton to escape He lay down at the dead mans
head, sweeping the floor with ar odd wag of
his bushy tail, rather proud than frightened
Cotter could not for moment doubt The
mans throat had by this time turned almost
black, and there were the marks of the dogs
teeth sunk deep at each side of the windpipe,
where the choking grip OF death had pre-
vailed.
Cotter then brought n quilt from the room
where he had released Biddy Murtagh, and
spread il over the corpse, and was bringing
Bully-dhu ont to the yard, when he met Jane
sy Doyle at the door. Jamesy took charge of
him ut once, and brought him round to the
his wooden house; but lie did not intend to
neglect him.
Jamesy told Cotter that Sergeant Driscoll
and his men had taken their prisoners safe to
the barracks, and desired him to tell Cotter to
join them rs soon rs possible.
cannot join them yet awhile, Jamesy
we have corpse in the house"
Gods mercy! an shure it's not the poor
ould masther II said Jamesy.
No; don't know who he is. He must
have been one of the depredators."
An tn ould masther done for him God
be praised More power to his elbow ~
"No, Jamesy, it was not the old master. 1t
was Bully dhu that choked him-see here ;"
and he turned down the quilt.
The divl word of lie you're tellin', sir !;
dear me, but he gey' him the tusks in style.
Begorra, Bully, I'll give you my own dinner
Today, an tomorrow, an next day for that.
See, Mr. Cotter, how the Lord overtakes the
guilty at wanst, sometimes. Didn't he strike
down Tom Murdoch wild lightning, an he
batin' me out n horseback mn I'd never have
cum up wild him only for that"
Cotter could not help smiling Mt Jumesy's
enthusiasm.
What are you laughin' at, Mr.. Cotter {?
tell you seen the flash of lightning take
him down ov the horse, MS plain rs the day
Light t;,, Where's Miss Winny~
Whist, whist, boy, don't be talking that
way. Never heed Miss Wiuny she's with her
father. would not like her to see this dead
man here; don't DO talking so loud. Is there
any place we could draw him into until We find
out who he is 2"
An I'd like to show him to Miss Winny for
Bully-dhu's sake. Will call her ~
IF you do, I'll stick you with this, jane
saia c9ttff getting and tapping
Begorra, an that's not the way to get me
to do anything: can tell you for l."
Wei, there's good boy, Jamesy; you
for Gods sake don't fret poor Miss Winny
worse than what she is already, and it would
nearly kill her to see this dead man here now
it would make her think of some one else
dead, Jamesy-higmn thu"
:. THAI, begorra-you're right enough"
clubhouse or placeH"
I" To be sure there is; there's the barn where
! sleep; cum ont wild him at wanst. I'll take
him by the heels, an let you dhraw him along
the hoore by his shoulders" .
There was GOODNESS and intrepidity about $
al! Jamesy's acts and expressions which sur
prised Cotter. With all his experience he had a
never seen the same in young q boy-ex- c
cept in hardened villain; and he had known a
Jamesy for the last four years to be the vcry t
contrary Cotter, however, was not philoso. Y
Pher enough to know that au access of prinsi- b
pie, and total want of it, might produce the il
same lntrepidity of character. II
Cotter took the dead man under the shsuld i,
II and drew him along, while Jamesy took him q
~ the feet and pushed him. e
Neither Winny, nor Biddy, nor the old man n
Knew word about this part of the perform a
nee. Jamesy saw the propriety of keenine Il n
o himself at present. Cotter locked the barn Y
loor and took away the key with him. He I,
OLD Jamesy that he would find out from the az
,ther prisoner who the corpse was.W aud o
hat he would call again with instructions in A.
ne course of the day. He then hastened TO the NJ
arrack, and Jamesy went in to see Miss win. "
Y and the ould masther. The MESSAGE which I
'otter had sent her by Jamesy was this-"To f.
eep up her heart, and to hold herself in read a.
less Tor q visit from the resident magistrate
efore the day was over" W
CHATTER XXI. u
, 1t was still very early. The generality of D
he inhabitants were not yet up, and Winny =
lghed at the long sad day which was before |
ND bret a. l..