Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-11-10

piled. IF it was lfrlnn itself, and tn
devil was Gilesbeg Grauamach,
would not save my soul at the cos
of the secret"
Look yonder, the Shian Sluidh :
getting black, and anyone Of you cal
save the three. [ say so on the eros:
Of my knife
John Without-Asking, an eioquen
cash on his pallid face, stood behind
the prisoners, to give them to the
depths, but the sunlight seemed to
finger on the fairy knoll in pity. Arts
mouth quivered; he glanced recklessly
at his sire, and would have spoken
when CaIum, catching the waverinG
meaning Of it, hastily stepped back
from the edge of the cliff, and address
ed his enemy.
1T is poor secret at any rate" he
! said; land if it is to save my life, you
can have it.
NeiIla looked increduously 1T his
fathers face; it was white and drawn.
John Without-Asking let a sigh Of re-
1 greet escape him.
| Il thought you would tell it, sneer-
ed Gilesbeg; there was never Mack
ellar yet but had a tight grip Of his
little life"
| Mackellar WINGED under the taunt
and bit at his beard. Yes, but it's
only on one condition I'll tell you the
secret. 1t is my secret alone, and L
Can ever look Il clansman III tie face
after telling it. Art and Ncilla there,
you must send over the rock first, that
they cannot tell Of their fathers dis
grace
Art groaned III anguish, but Neilla,
who had i'll the days gone by been on
the hills and mOorS alone with his ia TIL
or for weeks, knew that heart, and
turned his face TO hide the eNultatiOn
Of his wild surmise.
Gilesbcg laughed Faith, that's
easy enough" and he signalled to
John ithout-Asking.
\ sudden thrust at the sons, who
were bound together, hurled them
through the dizzy air to the horrid
death below. The Diarmids. poised on
the edge, tried to follow the flight of
the doomed brothers, but it was over
in Il moment, and on the wind there
was not the slightest sound from the
gloom beneath except that Il jackdaw
screamed.
Now, Wen take you to Carnis, and
you'll make us the ale, the fine ale,
the cream of rich ale,' said Gilesbeg,
and he cut the thongs that bound the
Mackellar'S arms to his side.
with Ia,1ul1 Co1111,,
stood back from his foes.
'IIa ha! cd-mouthed Diarmids,
blind Diarmids, sons of Striopachan,
did you think it," he cried, with
mockery in his mien and tone. Come
with me and my Draw sons and you'll
get ale, aye, and the black wine Of
Death at the foot Of Shaurnoch." He
clutched quickly, firmly, unexpectedly,
at the eXecutioner of his children, and
with the sudden jerk he had John
Without-Asking with him in midair,
over the rock-face, clutching, writing,
screaming in despair!
The horror of it the Celtic splendor
of it. struck the Diarmids dumb. Giles
beg lirted his eyes from the airy
ueptnS, ana breaking the SlleEce, sad,
with the sneer from his face, lyon
thing had the heart Of mani"
Night fell fast, Il bittern walled be-
yond the larcheS, the swelling wind
sent Il tremulous coronach in monotone
through the cleaning. Across the sob
bing tide the Cowal hills were levelled
and lost. Night birds screamed deri-
SiyplV behind the DiaImidS 3S with
feet in the gloom they sought
the mountain foot, and without pipe
march or sound of any kind save
weary Gaelic undertone, slouched to
their distant home.