Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1880-01-15

in Inc twinkling Of his right eye, close
observer might have read sure anticipa-
tion OF the victory contest of five
minutes gave to him, for it WAS full that
time before Johnny struck a good. will
blow, and when it took effect q second
was uncalled for. the point of the stick
hal caught Dolan on the right temple,
and laying open the whole Of the face
down TO the chin, as If done by sabre
stroke, telling him senseless.
After some attempts at recalling his
antagonist to perception by the brookside
without success, Evans began to feel
alarmed for his life, and hosting him on
his back, retrsced his steps to the village,
without ever hating by the way, and
bore his insensible burden into the first
house he came to, where, as the devil
would have it, sister of Dolsn's was
sitting, having goster with the owner,
one widow Donnevan, over rakin' pot
o tay.
"God save all here" said Johnny,
crossing the floor without ceremony, and
depositing Mat on the widows bed,
Wildly, by your lave, le+ Mat Dolan lie
quiet here bit, till / run down town for
the DOCTOR"
"Dolan!" screamed the sister and the
widow in breath. Natl is it Mat
Dolan that's lying a corse here, and I,
his own sister, not to know he was in
troubleF
Loud and long were the lamentations
that followed this unlucky discovery.
The sister rushed frantically out into
the middle of the road, screaming and
calling on the friends of Dolan to revenge
his murder on Evans aud the Orangemen
that had decoyed and slain him. The
words passed from lip to lip, soon reaching
down to the heart of the fair, where
most of the parties were about this time
corn'd for any thing.
Johnny Evans" cried the Widow
Donnevan, as he made, in few words,
the stony known to her, "true or not
true, this is no place for you; the whole
of his faction will be up here in min
ute, and you will be killed like a dog on
the Aure; out wild you, and down to the
guard-house while the coasts clear"
"Pd best, maybe" cried E ans; "and
I'll send the doctor up the quicker; but
mind, widow, if that boy ever spakes
he'll say fairer fight was never fought;
get that ont of him for the love O
heaven, Mrs, Donnevan."
He hasn't word in him, | fear"
cried the widow, as Johnny left the
door, and with the readiness of her sex,
assisted by one or two elderly gossips,
who were by this time called in, she
bsthed the wounds with spirits, and used
every device, which much experience in
cracked crowns, acquired during the
lifetime of Willy Donnevan, her depart
ed lord, suggested to her. Meantime
Evans, whilst making his way down
through the village, had been met ard
recognized by the halffrantic sister of
Dolan and her infuriated friends, who
had been for some time puzzled at the
absence of him who was proverbial as
Beat foot on the fure,
First stick in the hght.
There's the murderer of Mat Dolan,
boys" cried the woman, az some ten or
twelve yards of she recognized Johnny,
who was conspicuous enough, wearing
his shirt like a herald's tabard as in his
haste he had drawn it on at Hell-kettle.
With yell that might have scared the
devil, thirty athletic fellows sprang
forward at full speed after Evans, who
wisely never sta!d to demonstrate, but
made one pair of heels serve, where the
hands of Brisreus, had he possessed rs
many, would not have svailed him, He
arrived at Mrs. Donnevan's door before
his pursuers; he raised the latch, but it
gave way; the bar was drawn within,
and, had his strength been equal to it,
further igb. WAS become impracticable
turning with his back to the door,
there stood Johnny, like ION at bay,
uttering no words, since he knew that
words would not prevail against the
fury of his foes. Forward with wild
cries and loud imprecations rushes the
foremost of the pursuers, and Evans life
was not worth one moments purchase;
a dozen sticks already clsttered like hail
upon his guard and on the wall over his
head, when the door suddenly opened
back tumbled Johnny, and into
the space he thus left vacant stepped
gsunt figure, naked to the waist, pale,
aud marked with stream of blood yet
from the Temple, WIN WHO
cries the mob pressed back.
"It's a ehostl it's Dolsn's ghost"
twenty voices, above al of
which was heard that of the presumed
spirit, crying in good Irish, That's a
lie, boys; it's Mat Dolau himself able
and willing to make ghost of the first
man that lifts hand agin Johnny
Evans, who late me at Hell-kettle like a
man and brot me here after, on his back,
like a brother"
"Wss il a true fight, Mst?" de-
msndeG one or two of the foremost, re-
covering confidence enough to spprosch