New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-05-25

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My troth,' thinks !. If tho Tyrone have seen
their dead, God help the Paythans this day
An thin | knew why the Orish was ragin' be-
hind us as they was
gave 10 the man. an lie ran forward
VIA the llayniakcrs' Lift on his bay'nit an
swung Paythan clear OF his feet by the belly
lOckin'-rng
-, Tim Coulan II sapc easy tonight seq he.
WIN gfn; an the next minute his head was IN
TWO halves, and lie wint down GRIMM by sections
Inc Tyrone was pushin' an pushin' in an our
nleh was swearin' at thin, an Crook was workln
away In front av us all. his sword-am swinGin'
IKE pump-handle an his revolver spittn like n
car. bnt the strange thing av nj wac the quiet
that lay upon Twas ike n fight in a dramc-
excerpt for thin that was dead.
nm gave room to the Oirishman | was
tHplndcd an iorlOm in my inside. Ills way
l. nave sayir your presircc Sorr in action Let
me Out, bhoy>, SCI /. hackin' in among thlm
III, I'm goln' TO be orwell, Faith, they, gave
n n gwen room for al Hell Wild the chill OF.
When | cot clear, | Was. savin' your presncc,
Sorr, outragis sick bckasc | had drunk heavy
that day.
=, Well, an far out av harm was a Sorgint nv the
Tyrone sittin' on the little OFFICER bhoy who had
stopped Crook from rown the rocks. O. he
was beautiful hhoy. an the long black curses
was sliding ont av ms imocint mouth like mornn
Jew from a rose.
'Fwat have you got there? I to the
Wan Her Maicsty's bantams wild his
spurs up SCI he. He's goin' &c court-martlni
Let me go" seq the little orfcer bhoy Let
me 90 and command my men = manin' thereby the
Black Tyrone which was beyond my command
ny, even av they had made tie divil licld-orfccr
Ills father howlds my, mothers cow,fecd
in Clonmcl.' ST the man that was sittin' on
him. Will | 20 back 10 his mother an tell
hcr, thot I've sl him throw himself away Lie
still, We little pinch of dynamite. an coort-nar
tial me afterwards
"'Good.' sen /: It's the likes az him makes
The likes az the colnmandcl-in CHIEF. hnt we
must pFcsarvc thin. Pwhat DO you want TO do,
sOrr SCI ]. very poltciul
Kill the bcegars-kiu the bcgsars' he
shqucalS, his big blue eyes fairly hrmmin' WIZ
An how'll " do that seq I. You've
shquibbcd of your revolver like chilG wa
cracker; You cau make no play wId tha' lilc
large SWORD av yours; an Your nahdS sh'hiI
like an asp on leaf. Lie still an grow, SCI J.
Get back - your company sen he; you're
inSolint"
Al in good time seq I, but I'll have
just thin Crook comes up, blue an white all
over where lie wasn't red. go
'wathcr" SCI he; I'm dead with dTon'h'
lie dh,anI; hall a s,;inful, an The rest h"
tits into his chest an il fair hiSScd on The marry
side az him lie sees the little ori'o'r bhoy uHdeF
the SarGTI
whats yonlcr2' s.'z he.
'Mutny SON SCI The Sarsint. an IN" orr Ger
bhoy lcginS plradin' pltul 10 Crook To Ice Jet 20
but diyil bat wud Crook hndsc. .,,,,,,. ,.or,,
Kane him there. Uc sol. us no chlM WORN
This dan IA. tie same token SCI he. III cor
fshca,c that ilgant nirke,-plat"d sccnt~sprin"ief
az yours for my own Las been v"mith disgrace
The fork Az his hand was black wild the back
spit az the machine - ne Tux Ia" orr ''I nh4!
revolver Yc may look. Norr. but. by my i"th'
there's dale more done m TIE ncd lh"h wei b'''
my Come ''i~ on Muvaucy. scz Crook; IS this
Coort martial" Tie two az rs VIM nirN 'TI
eether into the mes, an Tie Poitials wcr sun
.iaudiu' M They WAS not too impar mint though,
for the Tyrone was calm wan 70 another !"
reminder Tim Coul'n. .,.,
Crook stopped outside az the >'fiic an l""k''
anxious his eyes row rorn
90 I'what is ut. sorrr' ~ / ; can get ye any
thing u,
81 whit I'M" tie crowd-our mcn vas drawn
breath benin tie Tyrnur who was hgittlu IKE
sowls IN iormint--au' prisiuily came acro>t MI"
Frchan. our hrrlcr bho,. poHin' nun am"n~ tA'
g. Is alnusin' voursili fwhat you're paid for. We
limb Scz |. catcllu' him hy the serum. ON"
out NV that ar nttind a. your duty. sel; but thc
rye 90, war; ~ ne. GRIMM. big as you.
Mulvaucy. an fair half ugly. Let me 90 get
was dishplcascd ut the pcreonahllity nv that
remark So | tucks him under my ANA al carries
him 10 Crook, who was v4iclan ho" ~" HSh,,
wut Crook cuffs him il tie hhoy cries an
thin SCI uoflln for whole.
The PaNthans hcSan a. flicker onnisy. an orr
men roarcd Opiu ordhcr Double. ~ crook
Blow, child. blow for Tie honor nv The British
That bnoy blew like ryphoon an tie Tyronc.
an We oplrcG ont u> ilc PaNilans broke. N
saw thaf fShat bad gone hrfor, yud be- N>Sln' an
lugin' - fWh1t ras f. come. We'd dhrnv INTO
a broad part av the gut whiu they GIVE. al nun
opined ou' am far danced down ~" FalMy,
dhryiu' thm before us . twas lovely. an s'lddy
too. There Wss tie >lrari, on Tie Eauts az
what was rff av us. kfpiu' touch, an "a" ire Vas
rnuuin' from flank - flank. "n' thc P'fthnrs
WIS dhroppiu We opincd ont H,d the w'dGmn
av 'i- VALLEY. nm Hhlu fh" valley narrowed W.
closed again like the shnrhN ON a pay 5 mn an
al the far md ny the gut wl"p they thri"d 10
stand we fair hicw them or their feet. Tor "e had
cNpindcd Ncry lttlc ammunition hN reason aV th'
knife work.
Iii used thirty rounds goiu' down 'lat valley:
said OrtheTs. AN 81 WAS grulcInan's work.
SILK stlckin's Dat part. III was Oh in that piece
"You could la heard the Tyrone ycllin' mil"
away sad Mulyaucy. an twas all their Sarginis
cud DO 10 get Thin OF. They va, mad mad
whin We had gone down ~" valley. on covers
his face wild his haud, Prisinty We III came
bach again accordin To- orr natures and di>poShins
for they. mark you, show through the hide AZ
n man ~ that hour
90 Ihoys. 6hoys" 81 Crool 10 himself 4 mis-
doubt we cud ho engaged at ion- range an saved
l-rt-1cr men than me lie looncd at oar dead
an said no more.
e. Captain dear scz a man Of Tie Tyrone, comm
mp VIA his mouth bisgu Than iycf hls mother
hisscd nj. spitun blood Ike whale; Captain
dear SCI IT,, II WAN TWO ~ the Shtdll, have
been DISCONNECTED, the gallery have enjoyed the
Der iOriuanCcs az a EJshus.
d" Thin / knew that man Tor The Dublin dock rat
he was-wun av the bhn.s that made the lcsscc
az Slvers Theatre gray before his Time Wid
tcarin out the bowls as the benches all
t'rowin' thim into the pit 50 / passed
the wurrud thnt knew wien was
in the Tyrone an We lay in Dublln.
don't know who twas, whispers. an don
care but anyways I'll knock the lace ny you Tim
Kelly.
'Eych" scz the man, was you there too ?
Wen call ut Silycr's Theatre. Half The Tyrone.
KNOWN the ould place, tai, nj up; 50 We called
nj Silvcr'N Theatre
The little OFFICER bhoy nv the Tyrone was
ihrmbn an cryin'. He had no heart for the
.oort- inartials that he talked 80 big upon. NeIl
10 we'll later sen Crook, very quiet, Tor not
bcin' allowed to kill yourself tor amu@mlnt
I'm % dsh2rccd man. scz the little oriccr
bhoy.
Put me under arrest, sorr. if You will. but.