Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1884-01-03

| VI ISuV hSHl oulHo JnIOu8n lne lTeeS
just before us. Yorick SHE'D violently,
throwing mo off one side of the car,
head formost, and Henry off the other,
while shower of bullets seemed to
whistle about our ears. Five shots
from revolver were fired in quick
succession before | could rouse myself
to sense Of the situation, and my first
cry was;
"Henry, are you hurtP"
"Turf an thunder, Msther Darcy"
familiar voice cried close to my ear,
"what brings you here this time o dayP
Shure we aren't afther hurtin' yer
honorp"
~ think I've escaped, no thanks to
you!" said, rising with difficulty,
for | was little bruised by my fall.
"Henry, for goodness sake answer
Are you killedp"
"Not quite, but good deal shaken
and trille fritz and I've banged my
head frightfully. What does 1t moanP
Tom, are you shotP Has the william
cScapedP"
81 don't know-I can't see; but I'm
all right. Have you amatch? Iwant
to see what's become of Yorick."
"Don't throuble yourself, sir; shure
we have lanthern here" and the
speaker flashed the light of one full on
us. "There has been n thritle of mis-
take, an I'm very sorry intiroly, yer
honor; but, when honest men come the
same road as rogues an fools, they
must expect to be thrated the same
way"
Il think l know your voice, though
your terribly disguised" | said, look
ing at the fellow steadily. "You shall
answer for tbis!"
"Shure l am answerin' for it, yer
honor; an don't tell ye I'm sorry in
tirely for the triilin' mistake; an as
for KNOWN me voice, Misther Darcy
jewel, shure ye said yerself that we ali
spake alike in Loughbeg, an we all
spake swate. May be my voice sounds
like Luke COnnor's or Martin Cassi-
dy's; but shure it's yerself knows well
that like is a bad mark among sheep
an Irishmen."
Feeling that what the fellow said
was quito true / could not swear to
his musical brogue), knowing also that
halt dozen sturdy raScals were within
hail ! resolved to make the best of the
situation, aud accept the very cool
| apology, ii so it could DO called; but
Henry, with all an Englishman's
warmth, was raving about law, justice,
satisfaction, ard Galway Jail.
"Arrah, now, don't excite yerself, |
sur, but take yor sater" voice said,
close to his ear; and pair of powerful |
arms lifted him ON 10 the car. "Shure /.
we wouldn't hurt hair of Misthcr
Darcy's head; an as for wastin' pow
ther and ball on bit of gossoon like
you, we haven't taken lavo Of our
Sinses intirely yit. I'm sorry. for the
mistake an couldn't say mole ii
talked till Lady Day. Jump up, yer
honor, an I'll ladG the baSte down the
lane and turn his head right for Rath-
bar. Poor crathur, he's rs frightened
as the child there, an no wonthcr-it's |
a warm salute ho had this cowld night
but what docs it all mean?" |
cried, taking my seat, not unwilling to
be led out of the Slough of Despond
into which had fallen. "What on
earth did you rascals want to shoot me
tor?'
"Och, thin, what brought yer honor
in tho way o. bullets at all ut alp
Shure, if ye went home yer own road,
instead of comm out o. yer way lust
ia, hn ~ 20
nothin' you'd know about it anyways.
It's all Yer own fault, sur; but we
won't be severe on ye, for ii isn't often
ye interfere with what doesn't cOnsarn
ye. Here ye are now, sur, on the high
road to the Lodge, an, faith, the soon
er ye're there the betther! An may
be you can tell mo if the new agent
came down by the thrain to.dayP"
"Not that I'm aware Of" | replied,
light breaking in on me in n moneut.
80 it was for him you were lying in
wait? You would have murdered the
unfortunate man without even waiting
to see what he meant to dop"
"Oh, no, yer honor, by no names!
We wouldn't have kilt him outright
only given him u warm welcome this
blessed New Years eve! Shure, if we
meant business, wo wouldn't fire he'll
ter.skelter over yer heads like that"
he replied, coolly.
"But you might have killed him!"
"An' we mightn't, yer honor; that
was his chance an faith we didn't be-
grudge it to him!'
"But it's unfair, its cowardly. For
what you know, tho man may be your
best friend; at least, he has not de-
served such barbarous i'll treatment as
yet"
"Och, thin, shure we were only
givin' il to him agin the time he did,
yer honor" the fellow replied, with
an easy laugh; AN we were bound to
let him see what the Montmartyn boys
can do when they're put to it! Good
night, yer honor; the road is rs straight
as II Corkscrew between this an the
Lodge. I'm sorry for the thriiin' mis-
take, yer honor, an sorry intrely it
wasn't Mr.. Meredith we had the honor
of salutln'. Misther Darcy jewel, if ye
tako my advice, you'll go your own
road till we get used TO the new agent;
an shure | know, il we hear q whisper
of what happened tonight, yer honor
won't know nothin' at ALL It's
throublin' yer head We are this minute
to make out who | am; but shure
you'll easier find needle in bundle
Of hay than tell Loughbeg boy on
night like this; an yer honor won't
disremimber that it's the easiest thing
in the world to know nothin' al a'lw
Without committing myself by any
reply, shook out tho rens and started
Yorick into brisk trot; and in less
than half an hour we were safe at
home, glad enough to get once more
into tho light and warmth, and find
Maggie, brisk and cherry as usual,
waiting to welcome us.
you'll be surprised to find visitor,
Tom," sho said, leading the way into
the parlor. "This is Mr.. Meredith, |
Lord As agent; he was driving
over from Portrait and missed his way
Just outside the gate is trap broke
down; SO made him wait till you got
back, and promised you'd send him on
somehow"
I'm afraid that's more than l can
do, Maggie, We must try to persuade
Mr.. Meredith to remain with us for the
night. Yorick is done up, the night is
intensely dark"
"And showing like old boots!'' Henry