Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1890-07-31
BOUND BY HIS CONSCIENCE.

my family I'd have We to know. You'll
kape on wild your Fenians and your
murdherin' till the sojers have you safe
landed in the county Jail"
But sure, Misther Lynch, If ye'll
only say the word I'll lave the brother
hood and settle down to hard work for
Kathleen's sake"
If catch you around the castle
again. me lad, I'll lay me huntin' whip
about your shoulders, ould and all as I
am, mind We that now"
Provoked at this insult Maurice re-
piled holly:
Have care, Misther Lynch, what
you say, or mebbe yell have nayther
castle nor whip wan of them foine
days"
With this curt threat the young fell
low turned on his heel and walked
briskly down the boreen.
As the disputants disappeared little
weakened. old-looking fellow stepped
out from behind the hedge where he
had been an attentive listener to the
whole conversation.
aha! Maurice, me bould lad
have We now! l have ye now! Oh, We
think We can thread on Feely the Fox
and crush him like wurrum, do YEP
Oh, no! an We didn't even deny We be-
longed to the brotherhood! Oh my!
oh my! but you will look purity dancin'
on nothin'! Feely the Fox is ould, and
little, aud wake, but he's strong enough
to denounce you and get you stretched.
I'll be revenged on you for threatin'
me loike dirt, so willr'
Two hours later little knot of men
had gathered in Tim Feely's 'sheb-
been" and, after the EYE wather" had
circulated two or three times. Tim
adroitly introduced Maurice McDer-
motifs name into the conversation.
Upon me sowl I'm sorry for the
lad" declared the willy little hypocrite,
"but he's that stuck up thin days ye'd
think he was lord of the manor"
True for ye," assented one of the
party. IAN if il wasn't for his brother.
the priesnt. dacent man, he'd have
beard from the byc> long aTow
'Do you tell me?" said Tim. insinu-
atingiy. An is he Tat way Yid the
byes, too? Well, well, be ME saith,
the check of tue lower Glasses is sur
prlsin'."
When the little crowd had almost
dispersed. Feely drew James Healy, the
blacksmith. aside and told him that he
was burning to serve his country, but
SO long as Maurice McDermott was at
the head of the circle he would not join.
go long wild you, Tim" was the
reply. "the more there is agin him, the
sooner he'll be put out. Sure I'll make
you member tonight"
This was agreed to readily, for Feely
the Fox, as his sobriquet suggests. was
cunning animal, but with all his craft
he was not able to do the business of a
spy and informer outside of the body
OF men he was watching.
A few week after the conversation
above recorded two members of the
brotherhood belonging to the circle to
which Maurice and Feely belonged
were arrested and taken to Dublin. In
their possession were found documents
which clearly established their mem
bership, and from one to another Feely
circulated an insinuation that only the
Center" himself could possibly have
arrests, as he alone knew of the exist.
ence OF the papers so opportunity
found. To make matters worse for
McDermott, both men belonged to the
faction which opposed him, and were
friends of Tim Feely and his sympathiz.
ers.
If there is anything an Irishmau
loaths it is traitor, and playing on
this tran ii was an easy matter fol-
Feely to form an irregular court al
which McDermott was tried and ulti.
mately convicted of being British spy.
Maurice was sentenced to death and
his executioners were named. The three
men appointed to commit the murder
Brien O'Brien, Joseph Donahoe and
Michael Mononey.
1t was we'll known that Marice and
Kathleen Lunch, in spite of her fathers
prohibition, still met secretly. Careful
watching revealed the fact that little
Patsy Healy, the blacksmith's boy, was
the medium of communication between
the lovers. So when one day Patsy
was returning from the Castle" Brier
O'Brien, an uncle of the "gossoon, y
met him on the road as if by accident.
Hello, Patsy, he said, ''tis hard
road to travel in bare feet"
Faith it is uncle" replied the boy
''and more by rayson / stepped on i
scythe two days ago and nearly cut the
fut off av me-"
As he said this he held up the band
aged foot for O'Brien's inspection.
BE gor. It's might bad cut" sale
Brien. Come you down to my plac,
tonight and I'll put pitch plaster OF
it-that's the Elegant remedy for a cut
so it is"
Il will that. uncle, and thank yo,
koindly; but l mustn't be thrampin',
the boy replied. preparing 10 move on
"Hould on; what's your hurryp
asked Brien, stopping him.
"Tm on message" replied Patsy.
"Wno forp"
''She tould me not tell" answere
the boy. simply.
Thin I'll bate you / can tell wher
you're goin'. and who STINT you. Is it /
Maurice McDermott?"
'Ananr answered Patsy. doggedly.
"Aha! ami Ills from Kathleen Lynch
me bould bouchal."
..Ananr' replied the hoy again.
'Whin did YOU tasht sugar plum
Patsyp Brien asked after moment
s,ence. The boys eyes cleaned gree,
uy as hp answered.:
And where would ! get money fc
sugar plum>9"
Would you like some?"
.'Av coor>c would. Do you thin
TIM ,s,ving?
Then teal me where aud whin he
to meet her. and III give you thru
pam, biz. As he said this. Brien he
the liuy silver piece lcmptingly on Il
end oil his middle finger. Patsy hes