Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-05-10

GUS and excited" Mrs. Moore said sharply
, in answer to Nora's timid objections to
writing to the Castle about DAILY. sWhat
|. is the meaning of it? Of late think you
have taken leave of your senses You OPP
pose me in everything. You did not think
it such terrible thing to write to the
Castle before shall certainly inform
them of Days mysterious disappearance
if he is not back tomorrow. 1t must be
explained. Your father cannot be left
unprotected
Before the morning came, however, a
thunderbolt had fallen, and an awful event
distracted the household in Merton
square. The policeman's mysterious dis
appearance had been terribly and unex-
pectedly explained. The whole country
rang with the news of the attempt on the
life of Judge Moore.
No more reckless and audacious crime
had ever been attempted even in Ireland.
The dread hand of the Clan-na-Gael was
marked on it with unmistakabie clearness.
The Judge had been set upon by the
would-be assassin when strolling alone in
the dusk of the winter afternoon, on a
quiet suburban road near the sea at Sandy
mount, where he had a habit of taking
constitutional walks. Hardly had his as
sailant closed on him, however, before
quick succor was at hand. A young man
sprang from an adjacent gateway, and,
hurting himself on the miscreant, took
him SO much by surprise that the ruffian
fled after short struggle, throwing his
revolver on the ground. The Judge had
hardly realized the danger before it was
over; but he had recognized with amaze
ment the familiar bushy black whiskers.
the clothes and the tall figure of his assail-
ant. The face and features had been pro-
tected from view by slouching hat. 1t
was, however, undoubtedly Daly-the po-
liceman, the envoy from the Castlel
| What a dark perspective of conspiracy
was opened up! Even into the police,
into the Castle itself, the Gamma Gael had
insinuated its emissaries! Lurking trait
ors were everywbere Who was safe in
Ireland? No wonder the household in
Merton square was thrilled through with
horror at the thought of the monster who
had come among them to carry out his fell
design; the country even was appalled,
| Inquiry brought to light a new and
startling discovery. DAILY was no police
man; had never been known or heard of
at the Castle before! The authorities re-
pudiated all knowledge of him. They swore
that Judge Moore had never heen given
police protection-the subject had never
been brought before them
| Mrs. Moore's state was indescribable.
| What words could express her feelings
Though Nora had helped, the whole onus
of the affair naturally rested on her moth
\ er. Mrs. Moore's was the foolish schem-
ing that had SO nearly led to her husbands
destruction. How awful to think that the
conspiracy had found in her its blind in
strument; the miscreant had been intro
duced by her into her own home. How
strange that no one had suspected him;
or, rather, mentioned their suspicious.
For now it appeared that the whole house
hold had all through had their doubts.
So they said, at least.
Mrs. Moore's feelings were all the more
| terrible because-exeept for being known
to Nora-they had to be kept locked
within her own breast. How could she
| face the world again, were the way known
in which she had become the victim of
the vile conspiracy? Not that she had
herself the least idea of the manner in
which the plot had been worked with re-
gard to the letters. One thing, however,
Mrs. Moore felt most strongly, and that
was that she owed an eternal debt of graf
| itude to the man who, in rescuing the
Judge, had saved her from being, in
manner, her husbands murderer And
this man, this youthful hero, the renown
of whose heroic deed-the one light in the
dark picture of Irish crime-was ringing
through the kingdom, was none other than
Jack Lawless!
Sometimes, in this world, heroism like
virtue must be content with being its own
reward. Not so Jack Lawlessi Never
had fortune more befriended a lover
never was heroic deed more fully and suit
ably rewarded! The rescue of the father
won the daughter. The Judge could no
longer refuse the suit of one to whom he
owed his life. Even Mrs Moore did not
cast single regretful thought to Sir Jas
per Norton, when the Judge gave his con-
sent to Morals engagement to the heroic
Lawless week or two after the rescue
The only flaw in the affair was the es-
cape of the miscreant. For DAILY, alas +!
had got off scot-free. No trace or tidings
of him ever came to light, except the SEN
sational discovery of pair of false black
whiskers on the beach at Sandymount.
The police maintained discreet reticence,
| tifC ClOdh lOT OillCldl ignorance.
The public recognized that the Clan-na-
Gael had stretched out its far-reaching arm
from America and rescued its emissary.
K
"Good old Clan-na-Gael ! The least
thing . can do in common gratitude is to
send subscription !" Jack Lawless ex-
claimed to his young wife one day on their
wedding tour. "Good old British public.
Murty Common and never expected to get
off so easily. Murty is splendid fellow
believe he would cheerfully sacrifice his
life for me any day. The house at Sandy
mount for the winter was his idea; he it
was who thought of stepping into Days
shoes at the dangerous and critical mo-
ment. You should have seen him in the
black whiskers-you'd have sworn he was
DAILY. / got quite mixed myself about it
But for Murty might still be standing at
the ratings in Merton square on protec-
ton duty watching, perhaps. the guests
assembling some fine morning for the brill
liant marriage of a certain rich Baronet
and Judges daughter
| But to this last supposition Nora warmly
expressed her dissent.-London Truth