Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1878-03-06

wild shrek and rolled over on the 10.
! - q bullet entered the kitchen windt
I and lodged in the opposite wall, follow
| by another, which whistlcd past Ow
Kearney's head. 49,,
"The Lord have mercy upon us!"
exclaimed, crossing himself devoutl
} " Where will it end?" And he held
} wife, who wal almost insensible from Il
fright, close in his arms. At th
instant a bright light illuminated Il
whole kitchen; and in q moment Il
truth flashed across his brain-his stea
ing was in flames. Not daring to Opt
his door to look out, he tried to thin
what was best to be done; for perhaps IL
house over his head was blazing, too,
would be in a few minutes. Casting
hasty glance round he lifted his wife ]
his arms, meaning to carry her to Il
front of the house and out OF sight Of til
flames; when a violent knocking at tn
door startled him. and he recognized hi
niece's voice demanding admittanct
Hastily unbarring it, he saw her accom-
panied by a party Of soldiers, who, whel
they found no lives had been taken, sc
to work brayely to protect the propert,
which was yet untouched by the fire
But there was little left for them to Dc
The cattle had been ham-strung, tn
horses stolen, and a lighted brand place.
in every stack of oats and the thatch o
every outside. The work of devastation
had been done only too well.
"They're taken, uncle-them that rel
the haggard a-fre," said Dora, as soon a.
she was able to speak. II brought the
soldiers to the house, and" she added,
zone of the villains said he had finished
off Owen Kearney. Thank God, it il
not true" and she threw herself into his
arms.
"Yes; / heard him." said one Of the
"and we've sent him to safer
lodgings than we took him from. 1t
seems, MI. Kcarney, that your niece was
returning home from q visit to a neigh
when she heard two men whisper
ing in the lane at the end of the meadow.
AS they were in front, and she didn't
ike their looks, she kept behind and heard
say that there were two gone to
Boyle to look out for the volunteer. and
hat they were going to do for old Kear-
hey and his wife, string the cattle and
ire the haggard. Like a sensible girl,
he turned around quietly and raj as
quick rs she could towards Castlerea.
By good luck she met us halfway; and
We were going on another er-
and, we turned back at once with her,
md netted the rascals who did this
piece of business sent sixteen
men on towards Boyle, to see if they
learn anything of the villains that
your son." added the sergeant.
Where's Larry, uncle?" asked Dora,
Ifter she had tried Intellectually to con-
ole her aunt. why isn't he herer
you're all l have now, alanna,"
said, pressing her to his breast.
Martin is gone, and Larry is gone.
Veil, well, God is good"
Miss Dora!" cried Barney Athleague
"come here a minute"
In the general confusion every one
Iad forgotten the poor softie who lay on
he floor quite insensible.
What is it, Barney! Are you hurt"
inquired Dora, bending owe him.
Not much; only my back is bad, and
can't lift my legs. Tell your uncle
oven kearney that Martin isn't dead.
les lying on the settle in a shebeen with
is hand on his side, calling Dora,
/ see him-sure l see him, and
AIRY and Luke is took; the sogers is
them to Roscommon. Oh,
Tirra, wirra!"
"Shure the poor creature is frightened
0 deaths door," said Owen Kearney,
rying to. induce Barney to get up and
ave a little water; but the mug fell out
f the farmers hands in dismay and hor-
or, for he found that the poor softie was
athed in blood. "He's shot, he's shot!"
exclaimed; and n of the soldiers
rev near and examined the wound.
"There's a bullet in his back" the man
aid; "and he will never eat another bit
{ this worlds bread. And may God
orget' the man that forgot he was an
Poor Barney never spoke again.
'othing could have saved his life. But
is dream was literally true. At the
cry moment he awoke screaming, Mar
in kearney was fred at by his brother
AIRY and his fathers servant; at the
our he mentioned were the murderers
AIKEN; and Martin himself was carried
nto a shebeen, as he said, and laid upon
settle in the kitchen, where he called
ntiringly for his cousin Dora.
Such was the s%oftie's dream; and such
I'd stories as the one above related are a
and parcel of every Irish rebellion.
[artin kearney did not die, and Larry
guilty, declaring that he was
freed to attempt his brothers life, both
y solemn oath of obedience and by lot;
the same time confessing all he knew
I the strength and doings Of the Mollies,
his judges that he joined them
ignorance, and now thought of them
with horror and regret. Therefore,
consideration of his youth, repentance
nd valuable information he gave with
gard to the rebels, his life was spared,
nd he was instead sentenced to twenty
ne years penal servitude; while hiscom-
anion, Luke Murphy, was hanged. 1t
ould have been almost a kindness to
airy to have been permitted to share
he same fate. Before two years he died
a broken heart.
Owen K~earney's house was not burned;
ut after his sons transportation, nothing
'uld induce him to live in it. He
lerefore sold his furniture and such of
is stock as the cruelty and violence of
he Mollies spared, and went to end his
avs among his wife's relatives in the
'unty of Galway. Dora and Martin
ere married, and after some time emf
'ated, and spent the remainder of their
iys in comfort and happiness, clouded
lily by the memory Of how much
easanter it would have been if they
'uld have settled down in the old farm
dear to them both, to be a comfort
their father and mother in their old
re, and at last to sleep beside them in
lenmadda churchyard.
The stock Of one of the wealthiest
entlemen in the county of Roscommon
nee stood. Not a trace Of Instantly re-
in the Green Isle. Their tragical
lstory is almost forgotten; but among
le gossips and old women the softies
ream is still remembered.
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