Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-02-05

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"And if the Queen were spoken to, yer
hammer" said the woman-"she's had
babes of her own she wouldn't take the
husband away from me, that wasn't to
blame at all. except with being too good
natured with those two black villians-'U
"Hold your tongue, Bridget" shouted
Terence, interrupting her.
There is a way,'I said. III Terrence
will show me the road to the still up
among the bogs. he'll be let of his in-
prisonment and happen 10 get twenty
pounds into the bargain.
80. Terence, darling, do you hear that
Do you hear what his hammer tells you
Go on your knees, Terence, and thank his
hammer -
But saw Terence was not to be shaken
he thrust away from him the clinging
arms of his wife.
do you know that it's informer he
wants me to be? I'm ready to CO." he
said, getting up and coming toward me.
Come along, yer hammer, afore my heart
breaks entirely"
"All right. Terence; we must walk
across TO where the Dublin road crosses
the tail of the bog. We shall have plenty
of time to catch the coach"
"Is it the coach I'll have to go by P"
Won't it cost power of money ?''
Seventeen shillings the fare, two
shillings the coachman, shilling for re-
ireshments you'll cost the country =
pound altogether, Terence"
"A pound, yer hammer whole pound
a golden sovereign to take the likes of me
to prison ? o, your hammer" said Terence.
his face lighting up all of sudden, .'if
ye'd only give the pound to misthress, to
keep the childer and the babes while lie
in the gaol. I'd run by the side, yer hammer
ye should never take your eyes off me-
All, I'd bless yer hammer all the days of
my life, and the childer should learn o
pray for you, and the old mother that's al
most in the grave shall entreat the Queen
Of Heaven for your SOUL"
! was young and soft-hearted then; !
couldn't withstand the sight of so much
distress. gave him the sovereign, which
he handed over to his wife. Now, Ter
ence,'. / said 81 shall trust to your honor.
Ay ten O'Clock tomorrow morning you
must be at Dublin Castle gate ifyou fail
me. I'm ruined by my kindness to you"
''Ill be there, your hammer, by the holy
cross" said Terence. crossing himself de-
voutly to give effect to his words.
| didn't feel comfortable either, but |
would't go back, from r1y word; SO
made my way across the heath. Terence
showed me my rout till we came in sight
of the Dublin road. y white streak in the
darkness. and then he went loping on his
way by some inscrutable tracks across the
hills.
After Id waited some time, the coaclr
came up; the front seats were full, and
took my place behind, where there was
nobody but an old woman, who was fast
asleep, propped up by oome boxes. seat
ed myself beside thelold woman, and went
to sleep too. The coach stopped at Mont
melick to change, and that reused me and
then heard my own name called.
"Mc Alster Saunders McAlister, are
you there ?''
Sure enough Iam,' said, jumping up
and rubbingsmy eyes; "who wants me ?''
A man clambered up TO the rsof Of the
coach with dark lantern in his hand.
which he flashed iull upon me and the old
woman-still asleep.
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