The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-12-28

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although J haven't 4 horn like tho al.
liant Sir Rowland, have something
just al good-a stout stockman's
whip. So, il danger befall, I'll just
fek q sounding smack with the lash,
andthere in this cabin you'll hear the
noise
"He was smiling all the time he Was
speaking, but Miss Kathleen took it
seriously. You won't forget says
she. Sure and I WON'T says he, III
you promise not to fret till you hear
the sound of the lash.' promise
says she, and with that Miss Ellen
and her brother came in at the front
door. and went back to the kitchen.
'Well, Miss, Masther Shane and his
friend started next day with halt q
dozen men and four wagons. You'll
take care Of Miss Kathleen said the
poor boy wistfully, when bidding me
good-by, and should anything happen
to me you'll never desert her, will you,
Mally?' Can you doubt it?' said I.
But what should happen to one as is
prayed for by q pure saint like my
young lady?' What, indeed mutter-
ed he, and then he wrung my hand
and hurried of to take his last kiss
from the sweet lips he loved so we'll,
little thinking twas the very last on
this side the grave.
$50 We were left alone the two young
ladies and myself in the little cab.
in in Melbourne. Miss Kathleen
kept her word, and didn't fret,
though many thine her heart was full.
She just went quietly about the house,
thinking OF her cousin and naught
else. "Twould have been a dull time
but for Miss Ellen Doyle. She was
the one to be always singing, Joking
or laughing, and the days sped rapid
ly until the ninth after the young gem
tlemen had set out on their journey.
Twas Friday night remember it
well, for sorra bit of fish could get
for dinner that day; and Miss Ellen
laughed when came back empty
handed, and says she: 1--WE shan't
dine to day, Mallv; we'll just wait till
tea time" And so they did. Passing
nine o'clock they would have me into
the parlor. For, Mally,'. says Miss
Ellen, I'VE want you to tell us one of
your capital stories. Let it be all
about Kerry We were sitting round
the table, our knitting in our hands.
| was between the young ladies, and
had just opened my mouth to say that
the story meant to give them was
called the Banshee of Gcbkillin, when,
without @ bit of warning, my darling,
Miss Kathleen, gave sudden start.
The stock whip!' she cried. Il heard
it distinctly Miss Kathleen trembled
like an aspen leaf, and called to mind
Masther Shane's words, my heart
sank within me. She lay back in her
chair without q sign OF life, her fair
young face convulsed with such O look
OF terror as l never saw before or
SINCE"
Eve got her into bed, and then Miss
ELAN ran out for O doctor, and
CHANGING to meet Mr.. Webb, the sur
geon of the ship that carried us to
Melbourne, brought him back with
her. He was both kind and skillful,
and did his best for my stricken dar-
ling; but he told us plump and plain
that her case was q mortal bad one.
Twas brain fever she had, and for
weeks she lay 'twixt life and death,
raving ever and always of her cousin
and the danger he was in.
'The fever was at its height, when,
late one night, young Edward Doyle
knocked at the door. Ochonel but
he had the bad news to tell. Master
Shane, the last and best of his race,
was dead, murdered by the blacks. It
was on the ninth evening after they
left Melbourne that the savages set
upon them, taking them at unawares
as they sat around their camp fire.
But a volley from the white mems
pistols sent the blacks back into the
bush bowling like fiends. Then it was
that the master, vowing vengeance on
the savages, plunged into the wood in
hot pursuit Of them. The others fol.
lowed, but in the darkness lost sight
Of him; nor did they find the poor boy
till daybreak. He was lying under
tree quite dead, with the blood
slowly oozing from out a deep
wound in his side. He had flung
away his empty pistol, but his right
hand still gripped the heavy whip
with which he had seemingly de.
Tended himself against his enemies.
They buried him where he fell, under
the shade of blue gum, with only
rude cross at his head to mark where
the last of the o 'Connells fell"
"Such was the sad tale young Doyle
told US, the tears running down his
cheeks the while, for he loved Mas
ther Shane like q brother, and his
heart ached for Miss Kathleen. The
doctor shook his head when he heard
the story. 'Twould be a merciful
thing, he said, provided his patient did
recover, that all recollection of the
past should have faded from her mind.
"she did recover, poor darling, but
very slowly. At first we thought her
memory was entirely gone. By degrees,
however, she began to remember, and
by and by asked for her cousin. To
please her we 4 he had gone on a
long journey up country, and when
we found she believed it Mr.. Webb
told us to keep up the delusion.
"Well, Miss, there isn't much more
to tell. Miss Ellen Doyle married the
English officer who was so sweet on
her during the voyage out, and went
with him to Tasmania. About the
same time Squire Doyle's eldest son
having been killed in the hunting field,
Misther Edward was written Tor by
his father. But before he went he had
this cottage built and furnished for
Miss Kathleen; and he and Mrs. Mai.
Gayworthy-Ellen Doyle that was
settled a pension on my mistress that
keeps her incomfort. Here we've liv-