The Irish standard., 1886-09-18
CHAPTER, XIII.

When Else reached the Cairn, she
was somewhat surprised to find the
door of her cabin forced open, and the
scanty furniture it contained tossed here
and thero. aa il somebody had been
searching the house. Lighting rush
candle without further delay, and in
serting it in the wooden cand'estlck at
tached TO her spinning wheel, she threw
eff her gray cloak and took a hasty sur
yey of her room. Her first glance was
at the l,eartlstone under which Randall
Barry had 80 1nystesiously disappeared,
when Nannie's bleat announced the pre-
seuce of .aardwrinkle's detectives; the
second, at the cupboard, concealed in
the thickness of the wall, from which
she furnished the wldgeon and wine to
her young friend before setting out On
mis- perilous journey to Arranpnore.
Both, however, had escaped discovery;
at least, there was no visible mark OF
their having been suspected Or exam
inea. Satisfied, apparently, with these
observations, Elise drew over her creep
;e-stool. and sat down to build a fire for
the night. Hardly had she touched the
tongs, however, for that purpose, when
a piece Of closely folded paper fell from
them on the ashes.
"Humphl' calculated tha old woman,
picking it up; '*what can this be? From
I.anty, III warrint; it's like his contriv-
in. to put it in the joint Of the tongs;;'
and hitching over the creepie nearer to
the wheel, she brought the piece OF
crrmpled paper close to the dim light,
and read as follows
"Och, thin, sweet, bad luck to ye, my
ould darlint; isn't this the purity pickle
ye got me into? The hole country's
ont afther ME, and here I am waitin FOR
ye this half hour, with Miss Hardwrin-
kle sighin and sobbin on the pillion at
yer doore. Upon my conscience it's
hung ye ought to be, to thrate me this
way afther all the promises ye made to
stay at home. But naboklish, I'll be
even with ye yit, Else, if J. only live to
get over the amplush I'm in. OF coorse
Pm expected to be shot every other
mint, for the polls is afther ms IN all
direcshins. AS for the damsel herself,
O thermal mortal ears never heard the
bate OF her, Her schreechin brought
cut livery Twin soul atween here and
Bnllymagahey. Shed listen naither to
kline or raison. I tried to soother her,
but ye might as we'll try to soother
weasel Bad scran to the haporth, she
did but squeal and spit at me all the
time. Then I tried to raison with her.
I tould her / hadn't the Taste bad intin-
in life, it being only the loan OF her
was takin in dacent way, till friend
of mine got over his throuble, That
made her worse. She wudn't even stop
to listen to me. Bad luck to ME, Else,
III 1V6I l. uCG 6O OACOANbAS q ASAAA!1AS
since the honr I WAS born. Atween
scripthur and schreechin, she has near
iy driven me out Of my sences. Houid'
whisht! there, by all that's bad, she's at
again as hard as liver. O., Heaven
forgive ye, Elise Curley, for the throuble
Tn in on your account this blissed day.
But I can't stay another mint. I'm off
again over the mountain; and reminder
If anything happens me, yell find her
ladyship at Molshin Kelly's OF Carlln-
more. No more at present, but remain
your obedient,
GO s.5i s'!:s.s LANrY HANLoN.
al ts ote bone. AS ye vale yer life. keep
close5to Mary
& .Heghl'' CALCULATED Else, throwing
The paper on the ashes agoin Hegh!
Lt but'I II. .sorry didn' get houllt of ye,