St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-06-08
AN IRISH VIOLET.
A Love Story That Tells Of
Ireland's Condition.
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Continued From Last Saturdays GLoBE.]
Others, as we'll as the girl, had caught
the agents low incisive tones; as Percy
shook the relns loose, and the cart
ratified off. looking back l could see
Daily still standing in the road gesticu-
lating wildly:
Its liza black lie," he shouted.
away from him, as if he were leper.
and gathered in dark knot at little
distance.
''SWeet ViOlets" arose and went away
with the women who had gathered
around her, sweeping her garments
backward, and cringing close to the
fence as she passed Daily.
The young fellow took few wild
strides toward her, but she quickened
her pace and never looked back. Then
he threw up his arms deSpairingly,
leaped over hedge, and set off across
the country like mailman.
Percy looking back, as well as my
self, saw it all and smiled pleasantly.
''In the devils name, Percy, what do
you mean by such move as that?"
sit is my duty to shield the real in
former he answered coolly. IF we
did not do such things in Ireland. we
should never get evidence enough to
hang our men,"
but, don't you think you have put
young Daily's life in danger?''
every possibly"
.'And you find no difficulty in recon-
Cling yourself to such methodist"
None in the world. my good fellow.
Here in Ireland we must sometimes
sacrifice our predictions, and even our
cOnsciences. to the general good"
II have the most profound faith in
your administrative and diplomatic
genius" said, ''but l confess it goes
quite beyond my depth. Now. an
ordinary dull and dense person, like
myself, would be apt to conceive that
jealousy, rather than zeal for the public
welfare, had inspired your action
toward your rustic rival"
Don't try to be a pessimist, Horace"
said the agent, with benign smile.
sit don't snit you; you haven't gall
enough for that role:
Sat least l have stomach enough" I
retorted, ito feel that you have set
rare pot of helEbroth boiling; and If we
are not helped to dish of the internal
you may call me a Christian"
The world was just one day older
when it came.
The very next morning policeman
brought word to Percy that Myles Daily
had been found murdered on the road
side, not far from the castle, to which it
seems he had been making his way.
l felt certain that stung by despair
and Indignation he had set out with the
intention of bringing Percy to look for
his false accusation, though the deS-
perate dispensers of popular vengeance
had doubtless construed his errand in
widely different sense.
Percy and l were summoned as
jurors, and were, of course, obliged to
attend the inquest and view the body.
1t lay in neighboring barn, stretched
on couple OF rough planks, supporte d
by two barrels.
The young fellow measured fully six
feet two as he lay. and Invested of his
battered hat, his dark hair falling back
in soft flakes from his broad head.
looked splendid specimen of young,
vigorous manhood. And had he been
H0ttentot, or Patagonian. could not
have helped feeling thrOb of pity for
his untffnely and undeserved fate.
His short upper lip was curled away
fiercely from his white teeth; his blue
gray eyes. wide open still, seemed to
flash defiance. and his whole counte-
nance, even though still in death, ex-
pressed horror, despair, Indignation and
rage, as II he had died in protesting his
innocence of that infamous crime
known to the unwritten law of the
Irish peasant-betrayal:
Buried in his breast was a knife,
whose keen edge perforated a scrap of
paper on which was written one word
"Stag." This brand of degradation, it
would seem, young Daily had endeav-
ored to tear from his breast with his
last dying effort, for the paper was rent
in his rigid grasp,
The verdict was, "Willful murder
against some person or persons I'M
KNOWN" but know that Percy had
murdered his humble rival by exposing
him to the vengence of the moonlight
tribunal as surely as though he him
self had, with his own hand, plunged
the knife into his heart.
told him so; and after that, despite
the agents charming manners and
frank, genial ways, summed him.
avoided his society. though he seemed
as anxious as ever to be constantly in
my company. and in one way and
another he managed to keep me we'll
under his eyes and within his ken. At
times, however, he suddenly disap-
peared and left me for few hours to
nv own sweet will.
On one of these occasions was saunt-
ering slowly and quietly along the
green lane which l have before men-
toned, when, upon passing curve l
Violets," They were standing near the
stile, where few moments before
Percy had spilled the water and
snatched the flowers from the girls
bosom. The girl was sObbing violently,
and her beautiful face was hidden on
his shoulder. "a stag-an infOrmer,"
she painted; "who would have thought
it of Myles Daily?"
II always knew he was wretch, in
no manner worthy of you, my little
darling" said Percy; ''but let us not
talk more of him, the wretch" Then
STOPPING, he whispered earnestly in
her ear.
eff was sure you would be thrue to
me-" she said, raising her face. and
looking into his with her dark, beauti-
full eyes-"Oh, if I cud believe ye'd
love me always, as love you, since he's
gone"
81 swear by the heavens above me-"
cried he, passionately, as he pressed her
to his breast. that I'll love you as long
ass At this moment the girl saw
me, as 1 approached at leisurely pace;
with her face crimson, and uttering
cry, she broke from Percy's arms and
fled like frightened deer.
81 interrupted you in the middle of
your vow," / said as I approached;
sshall finish it for you? you will love
her as long as it suits your purpose and
then cast her aside, eh? Look here,
Percy, couldn't you spare that inno-
cent girl? I am no anchOrite, as you
are aware: but she looks so good, and
she is such a magnificent creature it
seems pity. If were not an unbe
l;e,ror I u,ould cow IL xuac Gin .,