Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1890-11-28

cur, and desp1se me accordingly
AT this they both laugh heartily. and
Mona returns no more to the lachry-
NOSE mood that has possessed her for
the last five minutes
The moon has gone behind a cloud.
the road is almost wrapped in complete
gloom, when voice, coming from ap-
parently nowhere, StartleS them. and
brings them back from visions of i'm
possible bliss to the present very posi-
Bile world
Hist, Miss Monal hist says this
voice close at Mona's ear. She starts
violently.
''Oh, Paddy!'' she saws. as a small
figure, unkempt, and only half clad.
creeps through the hedge and stops
short in her path.
Don't go on. miss" says the boy.
with much excitement. Don't We. I
see We comm. an. no matter what they
do to me. | SAYS to meself. III warn her
surely. They're waiEn: Tor tie agint
below, an maybe they might mistake
We for some one else in the dark, an do
We some harm"
"Who are they waiting for?n asks
Mona, anXiously.
For the agint. miss. Oh, if you tell
on me now they'll kill me. Maxill, We
know; me lords agint.n
Warrington what? Is it to shoot
him?" asks the girl breathlessly.
Yes, miss. Oh. Miss Mona, if We
bethray me now twill be all up wild me-
Fegs an intirely, miss, they'll murdher
me out Nv hand"
II won't betray you" she says. you
may trust me. Where are they sta
tioned?'
"Down below in the hollow, miss-jist
behind the hawthorn bush. Go home
some other way, Miss Mona; they're
bint on blood.n
''And, if sc, what are You doing here?"
says Mona, reprOvingly.
"On'y Watchin', miss, to see what
they'll do" confesses he, shifting from
one foot to the other, and growing
palpably confused beneath her search
ing gaze.
rs it murder you want to see?" asks
she, slowly, in a Mortified tone. go
home, Paddy. Go home to your moth
er." Then, changing her censuring
manner to one of entreaty, she says,
softly, $50, because | ask yOu.'
I'm Off, miss" says the miscreant,
and, true to his word. darts through the
hedge again like a shaft from a bow,
and, scurrying through the fields, is
soon lost to sight.
Come with me-" says Mona to Rod
ney; and with an air of settled determi-
nation, and hard look on her usually
mobile lips, she moves deliberately to-
wards the hawthOrn-bush, that is about
a quarter of mile distant.
"Mona, says Rodney, divining her in
tent, ''stay you here while [ go and eX-
poStulate with these men. 1t is late,
darling, and their blood is up, and they
mag not listen to you. Let me speak to
them"
you do not understand Them re-
turns she, sadly. And do. Besides,
they will not harm me. There is no fear
of that. | am not at all afraid of them.
And must speak to them"
He knows her sufficiently well to re-
frain from further eXpostulation, and
just accompanies her silently along the
lonely road.
Tits Mona Scully,' she calls aloud,
when she is within hundred yards of
the hiding-place. Tim Ryan, come
here; | want you"
1t is mere guess on her part-sup-
ported certainly by many tales she has
heard of this Ryan of late, but d guess
a correct one. A man, indiStinct, but
unmistakable, shows himself on the top
of the wall, and pulls his forelock
through force of habit.
"What are you doing here, Tim?"
says Mona, brayely, calmly, at this hour,
and with-yes, do not seek to hide it
from me-a gun! And you too, Carthy,n
peering into the darkness where anoth-
er man, less plucky than Ryan, lies con-
cealed. ''Ah! you may well wish to
shade your face, since it is evil you have
in your heart this night"
do We name to inform on u.s." says
Ryan, slowly, who is a man of a villain
Gus countenance, laying his hand i'm
pulSively upon his gun, and glancing at
her and Rodney alternately with muir
der in his eyes.
You should know better than to ap-
ply the word 'informer' to one of my
blood she says, coldly, speaking to
Ryan without a tremOr III her voice.
Il know that" says Ryan, sullenly.
'But what of him?" pointing to Rodney,
the ruflianly look still Oh his face. The
Englishman, name. Is he sure? It's
a life for a life, afther all, when every
thing is towld."
Tim" she says, 'what have l ever
done to you that you should seek to
make me unhappy"
Il have nothing to do with you. Go
your ways. 1t is with him | have to
gettle," says the man, morosely
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