New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-09-18

the fierce heats of the day, and the dew was de-
grass was loaded already and the harvest moon
seen through The mists that overhung the valley
looked like an enormous copper shield SGT in the
sky. He had advanced about twenty PAGES, when a
Roche. hey-Gom Rocher
charley, were you waiting mep
tail slim figure rose from the hedge-side and
approached him.
Il was waiting for ye-who all will be IN il to-
nightf
Below at Brufl'sa there'll be the town men and
good few from the neighborhood. Charley, and
Roche swung something closer To the younger man
say nothIn do ye hear met Fcnlon aud Hynos
wall both be there, an warn ye tits dangerous.
tell you, Tom,' replied he in "a logged under
tone, II have no drawing nor casting tits my
Whist, ye young iooll That's all well enough.
but do you want to be taken, Ell Let tho drawing
purceed even ~ usual and leave the rest me, and
Brutl and Conuor Don't let Hynes or Fcnton
know, anyway, who 1t Is TO do the job. Wen settls
,'Thercn be an after meeting. then y said
Clifford. All can say il, before tho week is out
lie halted suddenly, and without finishing his SEN
tence took on his hat, and with his hand put back
his thick dark hair from his forehead.
Roche stopped also. and glanced at him. He
could see that has face livid in color, and his
eyes seemed To burn under the marked brows.
Keep Sp qa'et Charley-kGsp quiet urged he you
ing trouble on yoursclf7 | don't see why not let
any OF the others take their chance as well as YOU
sure they nave all good cause equally with your
self; Look at the Connors TO be put out. and
! Heliernans'
-, All, whist, Roche what's that to mof Have
Roche made no answer, and they held on their
way down hill IN silence Before long they reached
Their destination, matched cabin by the roadside
IL was licensed house of entertainment. Peter
| Druii, the owner possessed an unimpeachable
character and had IA brother in the constabulary
| yet 1t was currently supposed that no fewer than
| eight agrarlan murders had been planned in tho
| cross roads tavern.
Roche and Charles Clifford were the last arrivals
| Inc shop was thronged with men, many Of them
farmers sons, well dressed and l-to-do some
| were laborers or small farmers almost of that
CLASS lhese had been harvesting all day, for 1T
was the busy time of the year, and could with
difficulty kept ;heir eyes open. There were ut least
! fifty present some Of them were smoking ana
only that the windows were open, the place would
| have been intolerable. The place was dimly
| illumned by couple Of little OIL lamps. which
added their quota to the OWL odors of whiskey
| tobacco and turf-smoke which already pervaied
! crowd.
| One man was sitting at small deal table, en-
| gagged In entering in book the numbers, not the
names, OF those who were present, He was the
| secretary OF the Secret Society. This ceremony
over he rose, and taking the slip of paper in his
hands, began to call over the numbers; each man
answered to his number. Roche and Conner sat
! down by the table. Clifford hung. his head and
| slouched into a corner. They, with Bruf, the
tavern-keeper, and the secretary. who was shop