San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-03

curse yep says the man; yet warned BY
the expression on Brian's face, he moves in
reoellious manner to the door, and so dis
appears. .
They are the most unpleasant peasantry
IN the world" says the Squire, some hours
iater,-the words coming like dreary sigh
through the clouds of tObacco-smoke that
curls upward from his favorite meerschaum.
| de and Brian and Owen Kelly are all sit
ting in the library, the scene of the late en-
counter, and have been meditating silently
upon many matters, in which perhaps Love
has the largest share, considering his yo-
taries are two to one, when the Squire most
Unexpectedly gives way to the speech afore-
said.
II wonder" says Brian, dreamily,-it is
very late, and he is in a gently, kindly.
somnolent state, born of the armchair and
| his pipe,-'1 wonder if one was to give In
to them entirely, would they be generous
enough To-"
IF you can't talk sense" interrupted his
uncle, angrily, don't talk at all. am sur
| prised at you, Brian. Have you seen OF
| noticed nothing all these years, have you
| been blind to the state of the country, that
you give sound to such utter trashP Pshawi
| me-"
But suppose one was to humor them,-I
am not abiding to you, my dear George" to
his uncle,-'1 know you have humored
them considerably,-but l mean landlords
generally; would not peace be restored?
That fellow Donovan to-day was beyond
doubt impertinent to the last degree; but of
course he meant nothing; they would, 1
Oh nh 70 in fhair int
before falling foul of you"
You don't understand them as l do"
says the Squire, slowly.
~ still think peace, and not wal, should
be nstilled into them," says Brian. TOO
many landlords are harsh and unyielding in
an aggravated degree, when little persua-
sion and a few soft words would smooth
matters. They, of course, are visited with
the revenge of the League, whilst such as
you escape.''
''These complacent words are still upon
his lips, he has had time to lean back in his
chair with the languid air of one who has
given to the world views not admitting OF
contradiction, when sharp whirrng noise
Is heard, followed by crash of broken
glass and the dull thud of bullet that has
found its home in the wall right opposite
they had been side by side with Owen Kelly,
fortunately not quite, but very nearly, OPP
pOsite.
For a moment nobody quite knows what
has happened, so sudden is the thing; and
then they spring to their feet full of the
knowledge that bullet has been fired into
their midst
1t had passed right over The Desmond's
shoulders, close to his ear bettDeen him and
Brian, and had grazed the sleeve Of Kelly's
coat, who, as ! have said, was sitting almost
opposite.
With an oath Brian rushes to the window,
tears open the shutters throws up the sash,
and jumps down into the garden, followed
by Kelly and the Squire.
1t is dark night, murky and heavy with
dense rain-laden clouds, and so black as to
| render 1t impossible to see ones hand before
| one. Search after while is found to be
| impossible, and the cowardly would-be as
sassin so far is safe from arrest. Dispirited
| and indignant, they return to the room they
left, to discuss the outrage.
Nov, who will preach to me OF peace
againT' says the Squire, turning to Brian
face pale with excitement.
Not l." says Brian, with face pale as
his own, and eyes that burn fercely with
the wrath of an incomplete revenge. II re-
tract every foolish word 1 said a few min
utes since. HencefOrth it shall be war to
the knife between me and my tenantry, as
well as yours"
war to the bullet would be more in har-
| mOny," says Mr.. Kelly, seriously. He has
| extracted the bullet in question from the
wall with the aid of stout penknife, and is
now regarding it mOurnfully as it lies in the
| palm of his hand. Don't you think they
| take a very unfair advantage Of you" he
says, mildly. "They come here and shoot
at you; why don't you go to their cabins and
| shoot at themw
"Let them keep their advantage" says
| Brian disdainfully. ave shall conquer at
| last, no matter how many lives ii costs u.s."
"At all events, they won't get glimpse
| of the white feather here" says the Squire,
who is looking quite ten years younger
| There is nothing like row for an Irish
| man, after all.
''Still, think wouldn't sit with my back
to that window any more, if l were you"
suggests Mr.. Kelly meekly, seeing the
| Squire has sunk into his usual seat again.
1T will be bad winter l fear" says the
Squire, shaking his head.
"a lively one, no doubt quite envy you.
should rather like to stay here and see you
through it. My dear sir, if you and that
enormous chair are inseparable, let me en-
treat you to move it at least little to the
left"
II love il, love it, and who shall dare
To chde me for loving this Old arm-chair?"
quotes the Squire, with a jolly laugh. "Eh?
well, Kelly, this is hardly pleasant time to
ask fellow on a visit, and l expect you'll
be glad TO get back to more civilized parts;
but we'll write and tell you how we're get
ting on, my lad, from time to time. That is,