Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1891-01-23

yours . lifelong gcodl And ycu-you, for
destroyed himp' He draws a long breath;
his eyes are aname. "His blood, ;" he saya
In a low tone, "his blood forever cries 10
me for vengeance. / declare to you,n
throwing one hand heavenwards, ~ shall
never rest until bring his murderer to the
afrold!'
''Sr! Think. Consider" says the priest
hastily. ''Can you not leave him to time
Ito his own consc ence, for revenge"
"His consciencer'
Eyes, sir. His surely BE il soon or be
1t late, be assured that the memory OF that
awfNl crime will some time seize upon that
man and burn into his soul like red hot
iron. Sir. entreat you be content with
that certainty, and do not punish the inno-
cent for the guilty"
'No. ! shall he content only with a
Justice that | shall see" replies Delaney
grmly. "a life for life is but meagre
satisfaction in this case, for what dozen
lives among that sordid crew''-indicating
tie peasants 10y a gesture full OF whitening
contempt-''could compensate for the life
they took"
Each man, Delaney" says the priest
solemnly, reprovingly, 'has his own soul.
That is as precious TO the lowest as TO the
highest. And you--are you just? Is it
justice you seek or only vengeance? Is it
right"--with agitaton-'to punish the many
for the few? beg you to hear me, sir, in
a kindier spirit; entreat you to believe
that they are anxious to be reconcled to
you--to-'
II respect You, Mr.. Doolin," says
Delaney, interrupting him gently, but de-
lberately. Il honor you indeed, because l
know you to be good man, who is wasting
his life in vain endeavor TO reform hope
Iessly vicious people"
"Not vain, hope, SIR" protests the
priest, in tone of deep distress.
$50 / at least believe" with slight
bow, lard yet you would ask me TO regard
these people as being DESTROYS of returnin,
their allegiance, to a sense of their duty
towards me, their landlord, when YOU must
know what happenei at that farm at Grill
lagh only last week. Was that brutal
mutilation of n number Of helpless cattle
sign Of their desire TO be on good terms
with me? / confess it looked TO me more
like declaration of war. lreally believe"
raising his voice so Us 10 be heard by all,
lit was meant for threat. But threats to
me, ;" with a short inso.ent laugh, ARE,
assure you" addressing himself with an
aggravating air to the people, idle as the
wind"
Again that angry murmur rises from the
heart Of the crowd.
''The wind isn't always idle 1t has
overthrown many strong man before
now" says Moloney ominously, a villain
Gus scowl upon his brow.
''lf sir, you would make some further
abatement" goes on the priest hurriedy,
as If trying TO drown this mutinous speech;
~ five
per cent. .
Not penny" briefly, "as matters now
stand. One however, still hold out. Let
them deliver into my hands the man who
essassnatcd Mr.. Meredith, and l may-Ido
not promise, rcmember-hut then / might
be induced to listen to their complaints;
Until then, nothing. You hear, all OF you"
speaking in n clear, cold, steady voice;
and give you notice that you have from
this until Nov nher, only, to settle your
rents after that / shall evict the non-pay-
ers, man by man.
There is something about his manner that
preoudes the idea of a change. What he
has said he will surely do There Is no
appeal from that sternly delivered fat. A
hoarse cry runs through the crowd from
mouth to mouth, partly fear, partly hatred.
There is something at once so savage, yet
81 III tudJ one OF
two Of the men lounging on the lawn get
up hastily, and a magnificent oil hound
that lies stretched at Delaney's feet leaps
from the ground with growl and stands
trembling as If waiting for tho word to
spring upon the foe.
At this moment Moloncy makes fierce
gesture. nnd the dog, losing all control
over its awakened temper, with bound
reaches him. With har hristling and lips
drawn back, showing the fangs within. he
looks a more formidable enemy than he
really is, and Moloney, yielding to vicious
impulse and longing for revenge, lifts his
heavy foot and gives the poor old brute
cruel kick.
With a sharp yell the hound rolls over
in tho gravel, his leg broken.
damn you'll YOU scroundrel' cries
Delaney, forgetful OF everything in his mad
rage as he sees the dog lying in mortal pain
be. ore him 1t is his favorite dog, old now,
but a faithful creature who has had n good
share Of his masters heart for many a long
day. In n second Denis has fung himself
upon Moloney, and Selling him by the col
lar, in spite OF his powerful struggle, shakes