The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-07-07
s.Number 49,

1 must press on to sweet delights
The air is purest the heights.
.Number .5.''
Number 25 ~ s.
"Bring on number %
s'The court is waiting for number 25i"
There was little hanging back on the
part of the usual prompt official, but in
a moment more tall, fne-looking
woman strobe defiantly up, and, placing
herself before the judge, awaited the
usual questioning.
There was sowething so piteously des-
perate in the prisoners appearance, and
/ her great haunted eyes had look OF
such anguish in their fierce depths, that
the Judge, accustomed to all kinds of
sad sights and sounds, yet hesitated a
moment before asking, with unwonted
gentleness:
What is your name, my woman, and
| where we're you born?"
siMename is Aleen Byrne, yer honor,
an l were born in Aberdeen, off the
Scottish coastland."
/ HAnd you are charged with striking a
man?'' @ -
81 am, yer honor, an I ken weel 1
4stricht the mon.Y l,..st. -
And you meant tor 49,
SSt.I did, indeed, Your honor. Lonly
wish might kilt him!"
tsThat would hardly have been for
your good, Aleen."
! a 'He's kilt me, yer honor. = r.
The woman spoke with low, lmpas-
STONED wall, which. caused respectful
1 silence even in the lower court, where
| touching tones were often unheeded.
.4McGinnis testifies that he never laid
! d hand ON you, returned hesjudge.
| 'tHe stabbed me to the heart, yer
! honor, an the mon kens IL we'll J"
I stabbed you? Suppose you tell us
about it,
'I will, an me voice will sarye me.
] Ye MIGHT no ken wha' it is, yer honor,
to hev one bonnie laddie, an none else
We cauld yer ain left the guide father
O. me lad a-sleepin' in the kirkyard
when brought me wee sonnie to this
land. They say this be a countrie flow
in wi milk an honey, but oh, yer hon
or, it flows VII milk an honey for some,
an for others, / mind me, it flows wi a
very sea o poison.
For mony year after reacht these
shores l toileo in sun an shade, but
wha' greeted myself for a the toll SO
long as me winsome Robbie were thriv-
in an gettin' muckle o. learnin' fra
his books! He growed so fine an tall
that soon he were ta'ap to gentleman 8
store to help VII the Grants an to mind
the counter betimes. Then the mon
McGinnis set his evil eye on the lad. /
was forced to pass his den on my way to
an fra the bread store, an he minded
t was mesel' hated the uncanny look O.
the place. An one morn as passet by,
he said needn't be so gram aboot me
by, he was no above ta'e sup O. the
liquor wi the rest o. an cen. | begged
me childt for the love O. God to let the
stool alane. Me Robbie doin' no ill, an
promised to bide by me will an wishes /;
but the mon McGinnis watchet O. night
when't was cauld an stormin', an he
gave the lad mony cup o. his dretful
drinks, to warm him, he would say.
l got upon me knees to me ain childt,
an prayed him to pass the place no
more, but to gang hame by some ither
road. Then / went myself to the mon
wi out soul in his body, an p'raps ye
ken, yer honor, a mither would beg an
pray for the bone o. her bone, an the
flesh o. her flesh. But he laughet in
afore did him ill.
Il Las night, yer honor, the noise at
me door frightened me; I runned VII all
me micht to see wha' were the trouble,
an me Robbie swayed into the room an
fell at me feet-he was dhrunk, yer
honor! Then McGinnis pokes his face
in at me door, an asket, 'Wha' think We
now, Mistress Byrne? Did I mean e
strike the mon, yer honor? An could /
I'd a sthruck the breath fra his body
Ye'd better keep me wi lock an key
the night till me gloom dies out; but
oh, jedge, ledge! there's naught to kill
the gnawin' at me heart, an wisht
meser an me lad were in the kirkyarG
aside the guide fathern'
The woman at the bar extended 6
clenched hand as she added with vehe
mence:
"They telled me, an 1 could prove
the mon sold liquor to the hairn under
age, the law could stoop him. It's my
| ser wud like to see the law stoop one o
the miserable rumsellers o the land
tell ye, judge, there's naught but God'i
, an when that falls it'll crush ye all
4 It's a. weel enough to rest the mithe
as she strikes the mon as ruins her all
, childt, but wait ye till the Lord Al
mighty rikes-aye-wait ye for that
an We dare!'' Z
! As the threatening voice stilled, thu
woman was pronounced discharged, ant
after his re-appearonce in court, McGin
mis- was lodged in the county Jail on
8 intoxicating drink to minor. His com
f rades declared the evidence on which b
9 was convicted to have been illegal an,
uncertain.
. Governor Taylor, of Tennessee, re
Gently told of a colored clergyman VIII
preached sermon on the text, "And tn
y multitudes came to him and he heale
i them of divers diseases" SAID he
'.My dying congregation, this is terri
bic text. Disease is in the world. TIL
small pox slays its hundreds, the choler
its thousands, and the yellow fever it
tens of thousands, but, in the languag
If of the text, if you take the divers yo
:, are gone. These earthly doctors can cur
Z the small pox. cholera, and yellow fever
q if they get there in time, but nobody bu
the GOOD Lord can crlre the divers >,