The Irish standard., 1886-06-19
MARY LEE,
Oh
):
THE YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRASs, ESQ,
Author Of .sShandy McGuire,'' ''The spfe-
wife," etc.
CHAPTER X.-(Continued.)

CHAPTER A.--( -(COntlnlieu)
s'NotI T." replied Randall, mot I. Te
kill even an enemy, whom you happer
to find in your power, is an act OF COW
ardly murder. And, believe me, Else
your own sleep would be none the sound
er in the grave for having this MANS
blood upon your hands?''
stAnd yet, ''retorted Else, ''you and you7
companions id stain yer hands with the
blood iv thousands, that did ye far less
wrong than he did me-"
''Perhaps SO; but in broad daylight
at least: not assassin~like, IN the dark. =
ST see no difference, - replied Else
ssnight or day--it's only death.
cay, but surely it's "a less crime tc
.put the enemies of yonr country and o.
human liberty to death in fair tielo
ana open fight, than to commit mid
nighS murder like cutthroat OF incen'
diary, with the dirk or the brand"
..Who spoke Of dirk or brand?'' de.
mAnueH E1se.
sYon did" replied Randall, promptly
<sYou did a dozen times within the
month. And now my fear is, your new
charge against this man will bring down
your long threatened vengeance on his
head sooner than anticipated. But
hear me, Else Curley---''
.
stHould yer tongue, Randall Barry, =
interrupted the old woman, "hould yer
tongue yer bn5 silly boy. Pshaugh!
it's little ye know iv Else Curley i the
sCairn.' What! ye think after waitin
and watchin for my hour OF revenge SO
rnauY long years, I'd bungle it now for
your sake? Ha! hal poor foolish boy
D'ye think woman like me, that fur
saked God and salvation thirty odd years
ago, for fear they'd come atween her
and her dark thoughts woman whose
hopes iv vengeance, day after day, were
like draps iv new Life blood to her with
cred heart--d'ye think an outcast like
me. a bein that men dread to look on.
an women spake of undher their breath,
wua drag out life as did, for no raison
OF motive, but waitin patiently for my
hour 10 come? Dye think, L say, Ran
<;ail Barry, I'd let the paltry matter Of
his bethrayin you to the spies OF the
Castle bring down the blow one minute
sooner than it ought to fall? Pshaugh!
man, ye don't know me YETI
81 know you to be 8 dangerous wo-
man. responded Randall, rising from
his chair, and buckling his belt tighter
round his waist, as if preparing to
leave. .sBut warn yo1,'' he continued,
ST warn you shall be no party TO this
contemplated murder; and, much as
vo,, have befriendea me, Else Curley, 1
shall. nevertheless, do all in my power
to thwart your wicked designs. Rebel
ana felor as I am, Z shall never abet or
5.,nn;ye at murder, notwithstanding.
s'And what then?' again demanded
Else-'swud We turn informer?"
'sAssuredly-the instant you attempt
to execute your hellish purpose"
'.Then,'' cried Else, snatching the
pistol from the able, and raising up her
tail form from the low stool on which
she sat, till she stood erect as statue
before the young outlaw, her gray eyes
flashing fire, and the muscles OF her face
ouivering with emotion as she spoke
.:I swear to ye," she cried, holding up
the weapon in her Aeshless hand, II
swear by them heavens niyer expect
to enther, if ye were my own son, Ran
dali Barry, an attempt to save that man
from the clutches j. my vengence, yell
die the death.'
"Tigress,' muttered Randall between
his teeth, as he threw ON his sea cap
and turned to quit the cabin. ''Ti-
gress, despise your threats.
"Stop,'' said Else, stepping back and
leaning against the door: "stop, young
man. anu llSUGu liz 1LItt. LL . AAoW AAAV!
long years since yer grandfather, Lieu
tenant Dick Barry, saved my life at the
risk OF hisown. 1t was the day Colonel
Clinton took Madeira. He carried me
in his own arms from the spot where my
husband fell. I made VOW then on
NV knees afore God. if iver it come in
nv way to befriend him or his, L do it. y
81 release you from your vow," said
Randall; s'let me pass"
.s.Be silent, boy, and listen to me
again. cried Else. 'tYoull not pass
here till I spake. Listen to me. liove
Mary Lee more nor liver I loved woman
afore, barrin the sister that died from
me, in shame and a broken heart. Ay,
she died in these withered arms; she
died laughin', Randall Barry, for she
died mad-mad-nnad she died with the
bloom Of seventeen still on her cheeks
Listen to me. l love Mary Lee more
nor iverI loved woman but her; and
we'll I might, too, for it was these hands