The Irish standard., 1886-06-26
MARY LEE,
THE YANKEE IN IRELAND
BY PAUL PEPPERGRAsS, ESQ,
Author Of 'Shandy MCGUIRE "The Spec
wife etc.
CHAPTER .-(Continued.) }

CHAPTER X.-(Continued.)
cay, ay,'' said ne at length, his voice
barely audible as he murmured out the
words; "let my father disinherit me II
hewill, and the spies Of the government
dog me step by step, till they drive me
at last to bay; still shall neither sue
for pardon, nor fly from the land OF my
birth and my affection to beg home On
foreign shore. 10 abandon Mary Lee
would now be impossible, were she as
Indifferent to me as the nlaanest peasant
girl in the kingdom but were she even
dead tomorrow, and all my hopes buried
With her in the grave, I should wait and
watch, and bide my time to renew the
contest; I should still cling to the hope
that God. in His own good time, would
inspire the young men Of the land to
rise once 1nore-not as wranglers and
braw]ers---not as mercenary anarchists
and gordid temagogues, but like Spar
tan brothers, to do, and dare, and die
for their country's veal. 10 see that
blessed day, / could el1e out lite in the
lowest caverns of my native hills. 10
behold the sunburst, Rs OF Old, warning
once more before an array Of gallant
young lrishmen-t true to the sacred
cause and to each other--true to right,
to justice, and to honor! O, to see such
all army in battle array on the sunny
slopes of old Clontarf, marching down,
with fife and drum. and colors flying, to
drive the Saxon dogs from their long
lost homes and pleasant iresidea, and, to
be allowed to strike one good blow my"
self for the sake of old times and old
memories-O, Mary Lee, Mary Lee,
much as I love you, I could abandon
YOU fox this! But alas, alas years must
elapse ere it can happen; meanwhile L
wander among the hills rebel and an
OUTLAW, hunted and prescribed like the
yiiest n,alefactor. Be it so; l have
risked my all on single cast, and lostlt
Well, J. shall try to abide the conse-
cuence as best may, Let them hunt
me, and catch me, If they can. I'll dis
appoint them 50 long as I'm able to fly
or defend myself. When I can no long
er do either, needs must submit -
s.'nhere,'' said Else, emerging from
the dark opening, and laying bottle on
the table, from which she had already
drawn the cor1z, ''there's a bottle of
ould port that lay down there below
these twenty years and more; take a
drink Of it with that cowld widgeon Rog~
81 left me yesterday; it'll do ye good
afther yer days fatague."
Randall had just emp5ied the first
glass, laid it on the table again, and was
about to address himself to the cold wild
geon, when Else pressed his arm, and
looked significantly towards the door.
'What's the naatter?'
ssyVhist! that's Nannie's blate-there Is
somebody comin.''
go, no, it's the poor beast asking
shelter from the storm.
ssHush! know Mamie better-there's
it again.
Randall rose quickly, threw Oh his
sea cap, and buttonea his jacket.
eff they want me,' he said, ''they
must follow me TO Aranmore. Good
night, Else
''Io Aranmore?"
"Yes-no possibility now Of reaching
Dublin by any other route. hope to
find a fishing smack there from the
Skexries, to take me of. y Y
''Take another glass, Master Randall. "
s'No more-good night, Else;" and
jumping into the mysterious opening, he
disappeared, leaving Else to replace the
covering, remove the viands, and receive
the new comers, whose footballs she
could now hear distinctly at the door.