The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-06-22
CATHOLIC MESSENGER suNoA1 JUNE 1873

afresh. The policeman followed with his pris-
oner at some distance; and ere long, for the
dawn had become clear, he saw his comrades
| coming on behind him, long way off. But
there was evidently o man besides themselves
| and Jamesy Doyle. He sat down by the side
of the road until they came up.
Sergeant Drscoll aside. Cotter told him he
had no hopes that evor Lennon would reach
homo alive that Donovan had gone off across
the country for the doctor and the priest, and
his carabine and belts were on the cart.
| eve will take that prisoner from you, Cot
ter" said Drscoll, "and do you get on to the
cart as fast as you can; you may be Of use. I
don't like to bring this villain Murdoch in
| him at all. We will go straight to the bar
rack by the lower road, and let you go up to
do not speak to the wounded man at all, and
don't let any bolyelse speak to him either. We
don't want q word from him sure we all saw
it as plain as possible"
the cart. He merely said in explanation of
being by himself, that his comrades had come
up, and that he had given his prisoner to them
and hastened on to see il he could be of any
Winny soon suggested use for the kind
hearted man-to help poor Pat Lennon into
without stirring hand or foot of the poor suf-
ferer and the father lay at Emon's other side
scarcely less like death than he was himself
When they came to the end of the road which
v,
was natural, could have wished to go to Rath-
cash. She knew not how her poor father had
been left, or what might be his fate. She
of such rufians, that hair of his head should
not be hurt; and did not one of the villains
remain in the house 7. Yes, Wnny, one of them
did remain in the house, but he did no harm to
your father.
With all her affection and anxiety on her
fathers account, Winny could not choose bnt
to 60 on to Shanvilla. The less moving poor
E'st,rsV = h4kta
head now and settle him afresh would be cruel
and might be fatal. Winny, therefore, sat
silent as Cotter turned the horses head to ward
Shanvilla, where, ere another half-hour b ad
rived.
Winny Cavana, who knew what o scene
must ensue when they came to the door, had
taking his place at the horses head He was
to tell Mrs. Lennon that an accident had hap
pened-no, no, not that-but that Emon had
been hurt; and that they were bringing him
home quietly for fear of exciting him.
All precautions were of no use. Mrs. Lennon
had waited but for the word "hurt," which she
at once as importing something
woman. and stood upon the road gazing up and
down. Fortunately Winny had the forethoupht
to stop the cart out of sight of the house to
give Cotter time to execute his mission, and
calm Mrs: Lennon as much as possible. 1t was
a lucky thought, and Cotter, who was q very
ihteliisehG man, was equal to the emergency. |
AS DTS Lennon looked round her in doubt, |
Cotter cried out, oh, don't 20 that road, Mrs. |
for Gods sake' and he pointed in the !
direction in which the cart was not 1t was
enough; the russo had succeeded; and Mrs |
Lennon started off at full speed, ciappine her |
hands and crying out, "Oh! Emon, Enron,
have they killed you at last7 have they killed |
your Oh Enron, Enron, my boy, nv bow w |
and she clapped her hands and ran the faster.
ohe was soon out of sight and hearing.
81 Now is your tinle," said Cotter, running
PACK to the cart; she is gone off in another
erection, aud we'll have him on his bed before
she comes back"
They then brought the cart to the door. and
In tho most gentle and scientific manner lifted
poor Enron into the house and laid him on his
bed. 5000 VIZ Ai'
God bless you, Winny N he said, stretching
out his hand. don't like a good girl, STOP
mere now Return to your poor father, who
must be distracted about you. Pun better and
stronger, thank God, and will be able to see
you again before l."
, " Whist, whist, Enron mavourneep, don't talk
mat way; you are better, blessed he God I
must, indeed, go home, Emon, as you say,
or my heart is torn about nv father. God
oiess you Emon, my own Enron J" And she
stopped down and kissed his pale lips.
Cotter and she then left the house and made
~ the speed they could toward Rathcash.
hey had not gone very far when Cotter heard
n +. lennon coming back along the road, and
hey saw her turn in toward her own house.
Ito be contnuedJ