Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-01-23

reward, most foully, most brutally
destroyed himr' He draws a long breath;
his eyes are aname. "Hls blood, " he saya,
In a low tone, This blood forever cries to
me for vengeance. / declare to you, Z"
throwing one hand heavenwards, az shall
never rest until bring his murderer to the
s-affoldt"
'Sirl Think. Consider" says the priest
hastily. Can you not leave him to time
Ito his own conscience, for revenge"
''His consciencep'
"Yes, sir. His surely. Be il soon or be
1t late, be assured that the memory OF that
awful 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 limo
cent for the guilty"
"No. / shall lie content only with a
justice that shall see," replies Delaney
grimly "a life for a life is but meagre
satisfaction in this case, for what dozen
lives among that sordid crew"-indicating
tie peasants by 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 rs to the
highest. And you-are you just? Is it
justice yon seek or only vengeance? Is it
right -withkagitation-' to punish the many
for the few? beg you to hear me, sir, in
a kindlier spirit entreat you to believe
that they are anxious to be reconciled to
you-to-"
81 respect you, Mr.. Doolin," says
Delaney, interrupting him geatly, but de-
liberately. 81 honor you indeed, because
know you to be good man, who is wasting
his life in vain endeavor to reform a hope
lessly vicious people"
"Not vain, hope, sir" protests the
priest, in a tone of deep distress.
$50 / at least believe" with slight
bow, 'and yet you would ask mo 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 a number Of helpless cattle q
sign of their desire to be ON good terms
with me? confess it looked TO mo more
like declaration of war. Ireally believe, I"
raising his voice so as TO be heard by all,
lit was meant for threat. But threats TO
me, " with short insolent laugh, ''are, l
assure you," addressing himAeif with an
aggravating air to the people, "idle as the
wind"
Again that angry murmur rises from the
heart Of the crowd.
''Tho wind isn't always idle. II has
overthpown many stroag man before
now," says Molopey omincusly, villain
Gus scowi upon his brow.
'!If, sir, you would make some further
abatement" goes on the priest hurriedly,
as If trying to drown this mutinous speech;
anything say thirty, even twenty-fi
per cent.
''Not a penny" briefly, 'as matters now
stand. One however, l still hold out Let
them deliver into my hands the man who
assassinated Mr.. Meredith, and msy-I do
not promise. remeJnber-hut then l might
DO induced to listen TO their complaints;
Until then, nothing. You hear, all of you, 4"
speaking in a clear, cold, steady voice;
land give you notice that you have from
this until Nov ,lher, only, to settle your
rents; after that shall evict the non-pay-
ers man by man."
There Is something about his manner that
preclulcs the idea Of a change. What he
has said he will surely do. There IL no
appeal from that sternly delivered fiat. A
hoarso cry runs through the crowd from
mouth to mouth, partly fear, partly hatred.
There Is something at once so savage, yet
so thrilling, in it that involuntarily one or
two of the men lounging on the lawn get
up hastily, and magnificent oil hound
that lies stretched at Delaney's feet leaps
from the ground with a growi and stands
trembling as II waiting for the word to
spring upon the foe.
At this moment Moloney makes a fierce
gesture. ard tho dog, losing all control
over its awakened temper, with a bound
reaches him. With hair tristling 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 a longing for revenge, lifts his
heavy foot and gives the poor old brute q
cruel kick.
With a sharp yell the hound rolls over
in the gravel, his leg broken.
"Damn you'll you seroundrel" cries
Delaney, forgctful of everything in his mad
rage rs he sees the dog lying in mortal pain
be ore him. 1t is his favorite dog, old now,
but faithful creature who has had a good
share OF MS masters heart for many long
day. In a second Denis has flung himself
upon Molcney, and seizfng him by the col.
lar, in spite OF his powerful struggle, shakes