Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-10-26

Come; and now this other-a secret
too! When were you married to Shon
McGann?"
Last night" she bitterly replied;
priest came over from the Indian
village"
Last night" he musingly repeated
last night ! lost two thousand dol
lars at the little Goshen field l did
not play we'll last night; was nervous
IN eight years / had not lost so much
at one game as 1 did last night Itwas
punishment for playing too honest,
or something; eh, what do you think,
Lucy-or something, eh?"
She said nothing, butroclxed her body
to and fro
Why did you not make the marriage
with Shon to be knownp"
lie was to have told it tonight"
she said
There was silence for moment, then
thought flashed into his eyes, and he
reJoined with jarring laugh: "Well,
l Will play game tonight, Lucy
Rives; such game that Pretty Pierre
viii never be forgotten in the Pipi
Valley; beautiful game just for two
And the other who will play, ah, the
wife of Francois Rives shall see If she
Is patient; but she must be patient
more patient than her husband was
eight years ago"
What will you do?-tell me, what
will you do?"
u will play a game of cards-just
one magnificent game; and the cards
shall not be stacked. All shall be fair
quite, as when you and played in the
little house by the Chaudiere-at first,
Lucy-before 1 was devil"
Was this peculiar softness to his last
tones assumed or real? She looked at
him inquiringly; but he moved away
to the window and stood gazing down
the hillside towards the town below.
II will die" she said to herself in
whispers-T will die" A minute
passed, and then Pierre turned and said
to her: Lucy, he is coming up the
hill Listen. If you tell him that
have seen you, l will shoot him on
sight, dead. You would save him, for
little, for an hour or two-or more?
Well, do as I say; for these things
must be according to the rules of the
game, and l myself will tell him all at
the Saints Repose. He gave me the
lie there; will tell him the truth before
them all VIII you do as say?"
She hesitated an instant and then re-
piled, II shall not tell him."
There is only one way. then" he
continued; you must go at once from
here into the woods behind there, and
not see him at all Then at ten O. clock
you will come to the Saints Repose, If
you choose, to know how the game has
ended"
She was trem bling, moaning, no
longer. A set look had come into her
face; her eyes were steady and hard.
She quitely replied Yes I shall be
there"
He came to her, took her hand, and
drew from her finger the wedding-ring
which last night Shon McGann had
placed there. She su omitted passively.
Then with an upward wave of his
fingers he spoke in mocking light
ness, but without any of the malice
that had first appeared in his tones,
words from an old French song
Il say no more, my lady
Mirontop, mironton, mirontainel
say no more, my lady,
As nought more can 90 said."
He opened the door, motioned to the
Indian woman, and in few moments
the broken-hearted Lucy Rives and her
companion were hidden in the pines;
and Pretty Pierre also disappeared into
the shadow of the woods as Shon Nc
Gam appeared on the crest of the hill.
The Irishman walked slowly to the
door and pausing, said to himself: ~
couldn't run the big risk, me darlin',
without seein' you again, God held mel
There's danger ahead which little I'd
care if it wasn't for you" 4
Then he stepped inside the house.
The place was silent He called, but
no one answered. He threw open the
doors of the rooms but they were
Empty; he went outside and called
again, but no reply came except the
swish of a nighthawk's wings and the
cry of a whip-poor- He went back
into the house and sat down with his
head between his hands SO, for a
moment and then he raised his head,
and said with smile: Faith Shon,
me boy, this takes the life out of vel
the empty house where she ought to
be, and the smile of her so sweet, and
UHC VI hcI bldt ldllS ON yer
shoulder like a dove on the blessed
altar-gone, and lawn chill on yr
heart like touch of the dead. Sure,
nivir wan of me saw any that could
stand wild her for goodness, barrin'
the angel that kissed me goodbye
with one foot in the stirrup an the
troopers behind me, now twelve years
gone, in ould Donegal, and that I'll
nivir see again, she lyin' where the
hate of the world will vex the heart of
her no more, and the masses gone up
for her soul Twice, twice in yer life,
Shon McGann, has the cup of Gods joy
been at yer lips, and is it both times
that it's to spill?-Pretty Pierre shoots
straight and sudden, and may be it's
aisy to see the end of it; but as the
just God is above us, I'll give him the
lie in his throat again for the word he
said agin me darlin' What's the ayil
thing that he has to say? What's the
Satan's proof he would brino2 And