New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1880-11-28

me- letter IllXZlcN ME iOucN. OD lUt Ouf
hand, 1t was quite probable that the writer ul1
not like to trust to a constable on the other,
remembering the warnings that had received,
could noi ignore the possibility that the letter
Was "a cleverly cOutrlved trap tor me. Within
twenty miles there was not more unfre-
uucntel spot than the place indicated and
dangerous to the society IA had the credit of
being its members would gladly compass any
death, which would increase Its prestige.
However, my duty was plainly to take any
course that promised the faDtest hope OF e.ucl-
dating the mystery of Graham's murder, 50 de-
termIned to 90.
Ballynacrasha was about seven miles from my
station. Taking two men with me, drove To
within mile of the place. and then turning
down a cross-road toward Tim Delaney house.
walked on alone. leaving directions TO the men
to follow for half a mile slowly tEen, III tnty
heard shot. to run on 10 the place rs quickly as
DO ,sible. The night was fine. buI dark an = az
the road was pretty fair and fenced by low walls
only, got along quickly, keeping M eyes wen
about me lest any people should be behind the
walls, and my revolver ready in my hand, to
return any possible attentions to which might
be subjected.
Arrived at the boIeen to the bog, | WAS
rather taken aback at finding that along bOth
sides ran high hedges of wnitelhorn. here was
a most undesirable passage through which 20
walk, az the man on the road was completely at
the mercy of anybody inside either fence. lay
down at the roadside, aud listened carefully.
Not q stir broke the stiffness OF the night. linen
determined to walk inside the tence II a trap
were laid, they must await me at one side or
other OF the lane. Cautiously walking along
the back of the fence and listening carefully
from time to time, at last found myself at the
end Of the lane, and close to the verge OF the
bog. An old Rath stood moi fU from the spot,
from which even in daylight no sign OF human
habitatiOn was to be seen. Sitting low against
the corner of the bank, waited quietly, listen
Ing intently for the smallest sound. From the
old Rath came the low cry of curieW, ana
after a short interval II was repeated gave i
short low whistle and watched carefully IN tue
direction of the Rah. Soon STOPPING Inquire
came between me and the dim skyline, and
approached the end of the lane where | sat.
When he had come quite close, stood up.
is that Mr.. McGrath ? be whispered.
Yes | answered.
vover to his breast while / ran my left hand
over his pockets, and felt his hands, to insure
that he was not ARM d.
He stood passiveiy, though l could hear his
heart beat.
Come to the old Rath,' he whispered; am
afraid to stand here
Al right. Go on; but remember, if there is
any treachery / will shoot you.
He walked on to the Rath stopping once or
twice, and listening carefully, while his head
turned from side to side. as he petred INTO the
darkness.
'Oh. your honor Sure if was found out,
not bit of the worlds bread would ever eat !
Now, first, WHO are youT asked, as we
stood IN a deep hollow in the heart 0f the CID
tort.
I am Jem Bropby, from Ballyphillp; and |
thought your honor might like TO know VINO 1t
was that shot William Graham
Nv eyes beng now accustomed TO tie dark
ness I could family discern his face, and a
worse type | never saW-lo~ and deba>ed In
every feature. As he spoke, he restlessly
iart-ad his baQ1 from side Ia tlp other. look
ing TO see that no person approached.
Now, first who shot GrahamY
Well, sir, was thinking Of asking your
honor about the reward that l. offered. Would
| get the money If | tell you WHO snOt himf
Yes, if you swear It, and jury believes you.
We'll, now, sure that is hard. Would not |
be murdered the minute it's known tina told Z
Not bit of it. You could emigrate, and buy
a farm. However, | cannot remain here all
night. so now tell me what you want to say at
once.
We'll, faith, III lave my dependence on
your honor; sure it was Martin Grady from
Caruck beg beyant that shot HIM
| don { believe YOU.
We'll, on my oath, he is the man and, by
the same token. he shot him with Hennessey )
rifle that over at Murphy's. For, first Mick
Murphy SAID he would shoot him but he lodge
said that il should be done regular, and Martin
Grady was appointed.
How 10 you know
because | AIN IN lllt SOtLtlJ NY stll. Anu
was not one OF the meeting where he was ap
pointed Z And was not 1 1T the meeting asst
week when we paid him the collection that WAS
made for him at Henaesseys of Clareweuf
How did he shoot Graham
We'll, the MurphyS broke the wooden pallng
four or five times 10 see now Graham would
mend H. because he was careful man aud
they found he always nended It the minute he
found it broken, tor he WIS fond of driving
nails. 50 they broke 1t that night, and went
away on their ke ping, SO that the police would
suspect them and Martin Grady went to their
house. Then, when Graham was mendlng the
fence, he followed him down and shot nim
from behind.
Then be was alone. I SUPPOSED Tell me
what he did with the rifle Z
| don't know what ne did with II, ii he did
not hide il on the way across 10 fitzpatrick.
They waited to shoot Graham until they could
get a good funeral, so tina. II Grady was seen
near BallymOrcy the funeral would account for
1t: aud when Mrs. B}ne died II Was set ed
that size was to be buried at . o'clock IN the
morning; So when Martin did the joO, he ran
to the funeral across jhr bog, ana in the grave
yard be spoke 10 Father Joyce, rs If lie came all
the way with the funeral, ST. that II there was
any trouble ont of IL he could call Father
joyce as witness that he Was az Mrs. Byrnc' :
funeral Them on his way 10 kilDatrck he
took 81 the old boots be wore, and burnt them
IN "A heap of weeds that was burning on Harvey $
farm. So that Il there was any track lett il could
not be- brought against him. lie had another
pair IT BOOTS leit IN the ditch near thg weeds
Surely hc did not Tel. You ali tll,8
'Nv. did he. faith, H. told ue and Mick
Tracy &c John licuues,c $ house, where we
had a meeting o. pay ilaiuu tHc moue Tor the
inb.
Doyou mean to say chat JOHN Heuessey is in
.Ay, bagor! Isa', he tie di..rct-cenrc of
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