The Portland daily press., 1894-11-08

LOW, rugged pathway down the side of the
CHI TO the shore were 30 armed men, led
py short, squat hunchbacked little fell
| low. Each of the 80 men wore the red
uniform of England. Their guide was
dressed IN his ordinary fisherman S clothes.
Jlst turn the corner cliff to the roight, -
No stopped to whisper to the officer in com
mana, Thin ye will SEQ the mouth of
tile cave. Kun roight in, an twinty feet
ahead ye will come to a door. Batter it in,
an ye have the chickens an the eggs''
he then climbed up the steep face Of the
Gill with the agility of monkey
| lhe soldiers crept on, formed in front
| OF the cave, rushed down the passage,
burst open the door at its end and cap
tured 10 unsuspecting fishermen who were
In the act of drilling by the dim light Of
several rush lamps that disclosed many
stands of arms lying around.
short, desperate struggle and the 16
| men, with handouts on their wrists, were
marched out to the coast guards boats
that had crcpt up unseen on the other side
OF the headland. The arms found in the
cave were piled in with the prisoners.
Major Singleton was angry, and When
Major Singleton was angry those about
HliH Seuerally KNOW 1T.
Micky Hopkins stood crouching like O
whipped cur in the corner, while the ma
1or strobe up and down the room relieving g
his feelings.
So, Hopkins. soi'' exclaimed the ma
lor, you promised me to have O'Rourke
in the cave when we surprised it, and the
bird had fiown-the game rooster of tho
barnyard! Now, look here and the ma
+a1 l.; -, a.
acingly at the badly scared Micky, ''until
you find out where O'Rourke is hid not
one penny do you get nor ticket to Can
ada for your family either!'
"Oh, murther!' cried the luckless
Micky. ssOh, major, darlin, I'll do me-
liyin best, but tits hard job yer settiIl
me-
-
The Widow o'Rourke was sitting in
front of her little cabin. The declining
sun cast it's gentle rays upon the old,
weather beaten, timeworn face, with its
quaint crown of snowy hair, the sun
shine harbinger of the eternal radiance
that ere long should shine forever on the
time bent figure when it should be reju-
venated beyond those clouds that now ap
peared like golden headlands where the
sun went down.
The Widow O'Rourke was nearing the
threescore years and ten, and she might
well have said Few and evil have NV
days BEEN since the hungry waves had
sucked down her husband and two brave
sons off the treacherous coast near Loop
head many drear days agone. He, Jim
my, the child of her later years, was all
that was left to her now, and Jimmy, a
fall ri rIo fn1I -
five and twenty, with an eye like an eagle,
frame like colossus and face like an
Apollo, was a son of whom any mother
might be proud.
The widow was gazing dreamily upon
the placid ocean, shining now like beaten
gold, and beneath whose bosom her three
loved ones were sleeping their last long
sleep. Her knitting had fallen into he1
lap; her hands hung idly by her side; her
eyes had that faraway look Of those whose
mental vision conjures up the forms OF
those long loved and lost.
GOOD evenin, Widow O'Rourke!" said
a dry, harsh voice beside her, and raising
her eyes she beheld the repulsiye and cum
ming face and the crooked figure of Micky
Hopkins.
Vera Widow o. Rourke but the tonnes
<siO q Nv III, ttolIuil. uG COuUluuGu, S6hulu2
himself on the stump of a decaying mast
washed up by the sea. 'sTo think of thin
16 brave hyes bein marched off to Jail to
be hanged for t'rason at the next assizes!
Lord, lord, but the man that gave them
away should have holes bored through his
toes an be hung be them till he was dead y
True for ye, Micky Hopkins, !" said the
widow. ssShure the noight of the arrests
II of ,oiJ Il Ln
thought We were too anxchus entoirely to
get him to the cave thin, an he said this
mornin that he was more fixed than liver
now that ye tould the sogers, for ye took
care not to be in the cave yerself when they
KUN. ButI sez to him that ye was always
talking about Oirland bein free an We
samed q true man, an thin ye had known
him since he was 'gossoon' an that We
knew his father before him, God rest his
soul! an would do him an his no HARM
True fer ye, widow said Hopkins,
me names agin me, I know, an Moike
Sheehan, the blauguard, told me to me
face that mo father was an English coach
man of Lord Clares an wint back on me
muther after givin her child for her
cradle before she had husband for her
bed. The spalpecn, Sheehan! At the lasth
fair of Kilrush l het him on the head wild
a rock for his smart sayin, an he niver
knew who struck him aither"
"Woll, well, Micky,' said the old wom-
an, "ycr not to blame for yer name nor
for tho sins of yer parents, but always
took ye to bc partial to me an me bye, an
ye wudn't do us hurt, wud ye?''
WIDOW O'Rourke," said the spy, ris-
ing himself as erect as his round shoulders
would allow, may 1 never recaye the
mercy of God if I'd see wan of the hairs of
aither of yer heads injured. I'd give me
hearts blood for ye an yer foine bye
widow, that / wud!'' And Micky put
grimy hand across his face and whimpered.
Every Irishman is a born actor and can
with case assume whatever role he desires.
snuff1ing down his feigned emotion, Micky
continued: "Yera widow aragil, but was
anxchus to hear about the bye when word |
came that the sogers had TUX the cave. I |
knelt down on me knees an prayed that |
the Holy Vargin an all the saints moight |
protect him, an me prayer was answered, |
wasn't it, widow?'
Yes said the widow. her aged ewes |