New-York tribune., 1885-02-01

n vocantIv. and whom asked If he recognized IT.
sadly shook his head Taxed WIN wrrnSorate mis If
"Suro must have been dreaming OF M IN oIn, LIZ.
ne said. of course the explanation OF the change
was very simple. The gentleman naa ho D9cn made of
him if he perslsed in having so good memory.
Nothing more was ever known of the planners OF
this The SSSns SMITH quietly left
country for time at least. and was careIui a ny ~
leave bis address; and Mr. Smith. senior. betooK
Meantime we had become quite at home IN I Mnl-
ranv and we soon realized that life and properly,
apart from agrarlan ontrages, Tery yet dif II Was
warm district Scotch farmer had Deen sho, IaI
dead there at broad nOon one sunday Wnen sea,uu o
on his car with his wife by ms sais ;vddyu woman.
NAMED on the farm. q formiGaDle widdy wJma gnrc
II trespassers or cattle came upon heranu
them oil savapely, and. when the peasahs vou
strat.d she cried, "Yeu killed my husDanu, yV,,;
cowardsl Kill me, too, if yOu have the courage
Curiously enough, they were very gente Win hor'
and respected her grief; os;.;o,s Jho-
' In nv own fishing and shooting expeditions De-
come very familiar with tine landlord shooters'
One of them whom frequently ~ al tbs sds dis
fisherman or boatman was Dosen =" 70 poIisb
w Mr. Granite las / shall call him a rich
Eneshman who owned most OF the land ABOUT ABOUT
aie nertnacious fellow OF about thirty, good tenn
ppered, with deal of native wit and drollery:
questioned him more than once as to the trutn
of the rumors about himself; pointed out the
w,ckedness and the folly Of assassination lie an,
s,rsred me with a smile that was chlldlike and
bland. , ,. :, +o vourself
What harm would there be to kill fyraan
Rmt when went further and questioned him OF
the reasons which made him hate his own iand1rd,
and mine, so much, he became transformed with
moist eyes and quivering lips, he told me s9ch q
tale of his experiences rs almost cohverteu he'
the moment to MS oWn W eseed sainr about
nnder police protection. He himself went armed 70
the teeth. and cockney servant of his, also Prined
like a mitrailIeuse. generally attended him OC0n,
nor himself delighted in perceivlng me especial
terror with which the landlord regarded MN when
ever they happened to meet On one occasion,
when was ont al-shooting. with OConnor and
stalwart Connaught man in attendance, we saw.
passing along the shore some hundreds OF yards
away, strange procession. FIRST craw.ea st Gar
with several armed policemen. Next came hlgn
dop-cart with Mr.. Granite driving ana the COCK
nov servant, pistol in each hand, seated at his
aide and cranDg his neck to search every corner OF
the road Last came couple more policemen with
''' At sight Of the procession my two boatmen ex-
PITTS ITS a mighty fine funeral" said OConnor
aud Sam the footman looks IN mourning lot ms
master already. Sure NOV now; n your our. h9nor' youa
"Try a shot at him. sorr' cried the other, grim
ming sayagely and pointing to the rifle at my SIDE
"EIcnse mc.' replied, =" am shooting seals not
Here OConnor. fairly trembling, but forcing
sickly smile, bent toward me eagerly His face
was quito white and bloodless, and his whole
manner had undergone transformation.
'A Leud me the gun, your honor" he exclaimed.
Certainly not. What on earth do You want to
"Just to fire one shot at him, for fun to myself! !!
I wouldn't harm the Omadhaun this turn bnt
whistle bullet clane over his head. Mona mond'-
auI. how that would scare him!'
Seeing that would be no party to such Joke
if ho really meant IT c as Joke, wn,cn nain
and trembling, with quvering nostrls, watched the
PROCESSION till IL faded out of sight Then ne began
rowing wildly and grooming to himself some wild
song In the Irish brogue, with refrain IN whlch
his companion Joined from time TO time.
"What's that you're singing OConnor T. asked
presently :, ill, an
ominous smile. -, ,.
"Snre it's song Of old times your honor, about
n battle be- ween an OConnor and one that he had
"You rascal cried, half laughing you're as
bloodthirsty a. n carrion crow" u,
bad luck 20 him that made me what am! De
answered. "Ifs neither God nor man would save
him n had my fingers nc his throat. But the DARK
nigLts are coming thank the Lord y
knew both the phrase and the formula, and Oh
the whole was rather thankful. at that moment
not TO be wearing Mr. GRANTEES shoes. -