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$50 you are really going to Ireland, old
fellow, and at such time ?"
Yes. Why not.
look out for the Fenians See that
they don't capture you, and keep you as a
British hostage"
STUFF There are no Fenians."
"Oh, aren't there though Yes, by ST.
Patrick, and Fenianesses too-iust ask
Gerald Barrymore !"
"Why, am going over to Gerald Bar
rymore. l am going to spend the time
with him-hunt and course and fish, and
all the rest of it.
"Well, he says there are Fenians no
end"
"Dou't believe word of it, although l
am sure he thinks it if he says SO. There
isn't pluck enough in the population to
make anything like formidable movement
of any kind. I'll undertake to rout any
band Of Fenians that may come in my way
with this cane"
Misguided young man, farewell If
you should iall a victim to your rashness,
I'll write your epitaph !"
"Thank you, my dear fellow That is
indeed adding a new terror to death. 1t
will make me doubly careful OF my precious
existence !"
So the two friends parted, smiling This
dialogue took place one soft bright day OF
late autumn in the pleasant Temple Car
dens, in the heart of London-the Temple
Gardens Of York and Lancaster and the
Red and White Roses OF Addison and
Steele and Sir Roger de Coverly of Ruth,
PecksniT and Tom Pinch OF Arthur PEN
dennis and Stunning Warrington.
The two friends who thus talked and
parted were Tom Gibbs and Laurence
Spalding Both were young barristers
both were as yet briehess /; both were
writers for newspapers and magazines
both were distinguished and active mem.
bers of the Inns Court OF Volunteer Corps,
Familiarity known as the Devils Own"
Laurence Spalding was a tall athletic
young fellow, who delighted in the drilling
and the rifle. shooting, and the privilege
new, strange and dear to young lawyers
on the eve of a visit to ireland, was speak
ing scorn of Fenianism and the natives of
ireland generally He had never been in
Ireland and this was Just the time when
the air was rife with rumors of projected
Fenian instruction, and before any actual
rising had taken place to divulge the real
proportions OF Fenianism's military
strength. Laurence Spalding was to be a
guest of his old chum and fellow student,
Gerald Barrymore, a young Irishmsn
who had eaten his way to the Eng
Esh bar, and hoped to distinguish him.
self there, although, unlike most
of his compatriots, ne was heir to some
property in Ireland which was actually un.
encountered. Spalding was longing to see
Ireland longing to enjoy his friends hos
pitality; longing to be introduced to his
friends beautiful sister, of whom he had
heard SO much.
Barrymore was going over to Ireland
that night. Laurence was to follow in two
or three days. Barrymore was to meet
him in Dublin, and show him over the city;
then they were to go on together to Barry
more's home in a mountainous, sea-washed,
southwestern county. The railway would
only carry them certain way the rest OF
the Journey must be made by carriage or
on horseback over mountain roads.
Now it is 80 happened that Tom Gibbs,
who was good deal OF chatter box and a
little of mischief-maker, met Gerald Bar
rymore half an hour after the conversation
lust reported, and told him, with perhaps
some flourish and establishment, what
Laurence had been saying about Fenianism
and the dangers OF Irish rebellion. Barry
more's cheek Redeemed. He was, like most
Irishmen, rather sensitive of ridicule and,
moreover, although a loyal British subject,
he had been descanting somewhat largely,
at the dinner in the Temple Hall, on the
formidable nature of the Fenian movement
So he felt good deal annoyed for the
moment at what Gibbs told him but his
manly good nature presently returned, and
he resolved to think no more about it. Un-
luckily, however, when he got to his Irish
home he told his sister something of the
story, and that young lady's pretty cheek
and bright eye glowed with pique and re-
sentiment.
Grace Barrymore was bright, animated,
beautiful girl, with noble queenly figure
aud curling fair hair. She was highly edu-
Gated, had lived in France and Italy, had
all the culture of an Englishwoman Of the
best class, and yet retained an exquisite
flavor of her own racy nationality. She
was a motherless girl, and she ruled her
father and the estate and the tensntry, and
the whole district generally. Like many
other true hearted Irishwomen who have
seen other countries besides their own, she
scoided her compatriots a good deal for
their own benefit, but would not hear a
word said against them by a foreigner,
especially Saxon. She was always warn
ing all the "boys Of the place against
mixing Themselves up with the dangerous
follies of Fenianism,; and she did not at
present know of the existence OF single
Fenian in the neighborhood but she
clenched her little fist, and bit her red lip,
and mentally vowed vengeance when she
heard that young Englishman had dared
to sneer at the courage of Fenianism and
the danger of Irish instruction.
Two or three days passed away, and
Laurence Spalding landed for the first time
st Kingston, the port Of Dublin, where his
friend Barrymore received him. They
spent two or three other days very Joy.
ously in the pleasant city. Everywhere
they heard talk Of Fenianism, and expected
''risings of the most dreadful kind, hav-
ing for their object the overthrow of throne,
church, altar, private property, and every
thing else that respectable persons hold
sacred. Gerald Barrymore shook his head
gravely; Laurence Spalding laughed
loudly.
"Lsurence, my dear fellow, do wish l
had been more fortunate in choosing my
time to bring you over here. Down in my
neighborheod they say things are begin
ming to look bad.
Laurence only laughed again, and won.
dered at the credulity of his friend. Lau-
renee was one of that class OF Englishmen
who never believe in anything unusual un-
til they see it who ride out beyond bounds
in Naples and Sicily, scofiug at stories of
brigandisrn, and get taken by brigands !;
who ramble needless outside the lines of
camps; and bathe in shoal water where
sharks are gaid TO abound, and do other
- dooda of hlnnt hold skenticism.