Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-01-10

boys, we're only wasting time. viii you
come with US, Sir2'
No, l can't" said l. I've hurt my
foot"
III come with ye," said Darby. I'D
like to- have q sthroke at the villain.
What .'this2' added he, picking up three
bloody fingers and a portion Of q hand of
the floor.
That's Mary's work" said |. "Only a
gentleman's hand which he oiered her and
which she accepted.
IT'S Murty O'4ea's finger" said Darby,
dancing with delight. I'D know that
crook in it if it was billed, and the red
hair"
AYE, he left the mark of it on ye more
than once" said Mary spitefully.
"Oh, Mary, ye're a grand girl There
isn't the likes Of ye undher the canopy. Ge
gave him a resate for ne, anyways
Come along, men" said the Sergeant;
we have no time 10 lose. They have the
start of US. Halo? Here's a pool OF
blood where somebody fell. Did We warm
many of them, Sir2'
About half a dozen, | think" said
"but | had only small shot.
This fellow got a good dose at aDyrAte.
We're bound to krtch him"
So away they went, but came back
about dsybreak tired and cresttallen. While
they were Gearching the bay in front the
gang escaped over the shoulder Of the hill
to another creek half a mile to the south.
ward; and TIE police were only in time to
see the hooker rounding the further point
and running fast before o northeasterly
breeze which had sprung up toward morn.
ing. The gang was apparently strong.
handed, for they took away their wounded
with them.
About three weeks after the night Of the
seige ! was packing up my traps on the
eve Of my departure from Ireland, when q
servant came in and told me that u person
wanted to see me.
who isitY' ! asked.
Oh, she DIDN'T tell me her name, but
sure, what matter? She the %purtiest girl
ever ye see. She's purity enough TO fright
en- ye."
went down stairs, and in the hall !
found my friend Mary b!ushiEg like a rose
in June.
Il hear tell that We were goin' away 10.
morrow, Sir" she said, and was in q ter.
rible fright | wouldn't have thin done in
time, but | finished them to-day, glory be
TO Cod
Finished what, Nary Ii you only did
it as we'll as the last piece of work you had
Il hand in you made a good job Of it, what
ever it is
"Ocb, no" sGid she smiling, It's The
Gut this time" and she pulled out from uE-
der her cloak Fix pairs Of beautiful black
lamb's-wool stockings which she had made
for ne.
"Ob, thank you, Mary" said |. at
was really very kind of you TO take so
much trouble for me. ! shall value them
very much, and you may be sure that
I'll never put them on without thinking of
you
"Throubley said she what's tbrou.
bic? Where would l be to-day only for
you that night hear your re goiu' along
journey and III think Of you when the
nights ia dark and the Gays is high. And
Oh, | pray to God Almighty, she added,
falling on her knees, that He'll carry ye
safe wheriver ye goes, and that the holy
Jasus may put his shoulder TO ye when &c
are in danger, as We did to US that night,
and that be may open a gap for ye and ship
Sc inside the walls Of heaven sOneway S
VIE re die. Amin.
Thank you very much, MARY sHid l..
81 hope to hear good news Of you and Oar
by, and If ever | come back you may be
sure won't be long in paying you a viait.
Did you ever hear what became Of that
scourdrel Murty?'
Yea, YER Homer" said she lowering her
voice. Il hear that he died Of the lock
Jaw q week afther but sure ! couldn't help
il, and the priest himPelfsaid | sarved him
right. Ie kilt that other one deard yer.
self. ard | hear another OF EN- hes run
away to America, and o dale of EN- hos
the smallpox wild the small shot that yc
scattered abont EN-. Divil mend en-
Well, goodbye TO ye honor, holding GU;
her hand while her bright eyes were dim.
med with tears, be sure we'll reminder
ye and pray for ye-always -Macmillan's
Magazine.