Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1884-01-18

but in what direction | could not de-
termine; the binding snow made it
impossible for me to decide whether |
had branched to the right in the direc-
tion of Montmartyn or to the left to-
wards Glenm"y. In either case | was
wrong, and how to get back to the
main road was more than ] knew.
But standing still with such brute
as Iorick was utterly out of the ques-
ton, and, after proceeding cautiously y
for another few hundred yards, | was
enabled 10 make out my position
pretty neatly. We entered a grove OF
pine trees, their marked trunks loom
ing up before US like ghosts; | know
that they were just at the entrance to
Monrmartyn domain, and that, by
keeping on quite straight for about IA
mile, | should strike the Gleniynn
road again.
While congratulating myself that
matters were no worse, and that at the
outside We were not more than five or
six miles from R,thbar-qulte far
enough too, as the snow suli came
down like IA cloud, and tie night was
intensely cold-l was surprised to see
a bright light shine through the trees
Just before us. lorick shield violent
", throwing me off one side of the car,
head foremoct, and Henry off the
other, while a shower of bullets seem
ed to whistle about our cars. Five
shots from u revolver were fired IN
quick succession before | could rouse
myself to sense of the situation, and
my first cry was
Henry, are you hurt"
Turf an thunder, Misther Darcy,
a familiar voice cried close to my ear,
hat brings you here this time o day: !:
Shure We aren't afth,r hurtIn Yer
honor:'
i think I've escaped, no thanks to
You ? | said, rising with difficulty, for
was little bruise by my fall. Hen
~, for goodness sake answer. Are
you killed
Not quite, but good deal shaken
and trltle .frit : and I've banged my
head frightfulIy. What does it mean !:
Tom, are your shot: Has the villain
escaped ::
i don't know can't see but I'm
all night. Have you Il match: want
to see what's become OF 1orick.'
Don't trouble yourself, sir; shure
We have IA lsnIhern here, and the
speaker flashed the light of one full
on US There has been II t.rihe of Il
an l'm very sorry intirely,
yer honor; but, when honest men
come the same road as rogues an
fools, hey must expect to te thrated
the same way.
Il think know your voice, though
you're cleverly disguised. said, look
ing at the fellow steadily. 'lon shall
answer for this,
.>hure | am answerin fr it, yer
honor; an don't | tell We I'm sorry
intirely for The thritlin mistake an
AS for KNOWN me voice, M>sther Darcy
jewel. shure We said yerself that We
all spake alike in Loughbeg, an We
all spake swate. Maybe my Voice
sounds like Luke Connor's or Martin
Cassldy's but shure it's yerself knows
we'll that like is a bad mark among
sheep an lrishmen.
Feeling that what the fellow said
was quite true | could not swear TO
his musical broguel knowing also that
half Il dozen sturdy rascals were with
in hail, resolved TO make the best of
the situation, aud accept the very cool
apology, if so it could be called but
H,nry. with all an Englishman's 5
warmth, was rasing about law, justice,
satisfaction, and Galway Gael.
.Arrah, now, don't excite yourself,
sur, but take yer sate' voice said
close to his ear; and a pair Of powerful
arms lifted him on the Car. 'Shure
We wouldn't hurt a hair OF Misther
Darcy's mead an as for wastin' pow
ther an ball on bit Of Il gossoon like
YOU, we haven't taken lave Of our
sinses intirely yit. I'm sorry for the
an couldn't say more if |
talked till Lady Day. Jump up, yer
honour, an I'll lade the bastc down
the lane an turn his head right for
Rathbar. Poor craythur, he's as
frightened as the child there; and no
wouther-it's warm salute he had
this cowld night
But what does 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 for::'
'Oh, thin, what brought yer honor
in the way o the bullets at all: -: Shure,
if ye went home yer own road, instead
of comm five miles out o yer way just
to pass the gates of Montmartyn, it's
nothin' you'd know about it anyways.
It's all yer own fault, sur; but We won't
be sevare on We, for it isn't often ye
interfere with what doesn't consarn We.
Here We 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 me if the new agent
come down by the thrain to day"
Not that I'm aware Of | replied, a
light breaking in on me in moment.
so it was Tor him you were lying in
wait? You would have murdered the
unfortunate man without even waiting
to see what he meant to do
oh, no, yer honor, by no names
we wouldn't have kilt him outright
only given him warm welcome this
blessed New Years Eve! Shure, if
we meant business, wouldn't fire he'll
ther. kelther 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
begrudge it to him!'
But it's unfair, it's cowardly. For
w b. nt Won knnw the man nau ha uonr