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

| locked the door like that at the other eno o
Larry, whoever he was, then pulled q coupl
of skeins of coarse worsted from his pocket
while his companion seized Winny roune
fellow. who seemed expert, soon tied her feet
keIchef was then tied across her mouth
care to lave plenty Of
and, thus rendered unable to move or scream
they carried her to the road and laid her on
the car. The horseman in tho mask asked
them where the third man was, and they re-
piled that he must have made of" from the
| dog, for that they neither saw nor heard him
| after the dog few Mt him.
man Of the party in whom Tom Murdoch
could not place the most unbounded conf
dence
The eowardly rascal he said. eve must
But he had NOT made off from the dog.
Tho ca:t was we'll proyided-<o do Tom Mar
dock jusfice-with n feather bed over plenty OF
straw. and plenty Of good covering to keep
trot, still keeping the horses feet and the
wheels mutfied and they passed down the
road where the reader was once caught Mt
dog fight.
But TO return. for few minutes, to Rath-
cash house. Bully-dhu was worth a score Of
old Ned Cavana, even surprising him to have
he was bound. The poor old man had worked
the handkerchief by which he had been gag
ged off his mouth. by rubbing it against the
bcd-post. He had then rolled himself to the
door but futher than that he was poweriess,
except to ascertain, by placing his chin to the
tbumb.latcb, for he had got upon his feet.
that it was fastened outside. He then set up
q lamentable demand for help upon Winny,
upon Biddy Murtagh, and upon Bully.dba
The dog was tho only one who answered him.
with smothered growl, for he still held fast
by the grip he had taken Of the mans throat.
Poor Bully you need not have been peril
nacious of that grip--the man has been dead for
the last ten minutes! Finding that it was in
deed so, from the perfect stiffness of the man,
BulIy-dhu released his hold, and lay licking
his paws and keeping up an angry growl, in
answer to the old mans cries.
! We must leave them and follow .Jamesy
Doyle across the fields, and see if it were cow
ardice that made him run 30 fast from the
scene of danger. All, no! Jamesy was not
well as true to the hearts core. Nor was his
intelligence and judgment at fault for a mo-
mont as to the best course for him to adopt
Seeing the fearful odds of three stout men
against him, he knew that he could do better
than to remain there, to be tied meek and
crop like tho poor old man and Biddy. So,
having brought Bully .dhu round md given him
his cue, he started off. aud never drew breath
until he found himself outside Emon-a- knocks
window at Shanvilla, on his way to the near
est police station.
Yes, Enron replied from his bed; " who
are you, and what do you want"
Jamesy Doyle from Rathcash house. Get
Winay.'
Great heaven! do you say sol Here, Fa-
Their, get up in u jiffy and dress yourself. They
be off to the rescue like shot. Come in,
Jamesy, my boy" And while thew were
" drawing on" their clothes, they questioned
him as to tho particulars.
But Jamesy had few such TO give them, as
the reader knows; for, like a sensible bow
he was of for help without waiting for partic-
ulars.
what road they had taken. Upon this Jamesy
was able TO answer with some certainty, for
ere he had started finally off, he had watched
them, and he had seen the cart move on under
the horseman say, Now, boys, through the
They took the road to the left from the
end OF the lane, that's all know; 80 let You
cut across the country as fast as You can, an
you'll be at Boher before them. Don't delay
me now, for l must go on to the police station
an hurry out the sargent and his men; if you
the police, all will be right, and we'll have
her back wild us. know very we'll if had a |
word wild Miss Winny unknown to the men,
she would have sent me for the police; but / |
of round" f
Thank you. Jamesy, thousand times
mere be OFF to tho sergeant as fast as you
III" Sou Calleu Eere, ana That have |
calculated everything in my mind, and for him |
and his men to make for Boher- II q Milthiogue |
bridge as fast possible. There, be OF, |
Jamesy, and III give you pound-note if the |
ponce are at the bridge before Tom Murdoch |
comes through the pass with the cart"
You may keep your pound, man! I'd do
more nor that for Miss Winny." And he was
ont OF sight in q moment.
The father and son were now dressed. and
arming themselves with two stout sticks. thew
dldn not " let the grass grow under their feet.n
Lhey hurried on until they came to the road |
turning down to where we have indicated
that our readers were once canght at a dog
night. Here Enron examined the road as we'll |
as he could by the dim light which prevailed. |
and found the fresh marks of wheels. He
could scarcely understand them. They were
not like the tracks of any wheels he had ever
seen before, and there were no tracks of
horses feet at ALL althoug h Jamesy had SAID
cart. "Hu
Emon soon put down these unusual appear. |
ances-and he could not well define them for
want OF light-to some cunning device of Tom
Aurdock; und how right he was!
Come on, Father, said he. clam ou;te
;ertain they have gone down here. know
Tom Mhrdock has plenty of associates in the
county Cavan, and the pass between the sis
ers Is the shortest way he can take Beside. |
'Smeey hear: him sny the words. Our plan
must be to cut across the country and 0et tn
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