The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-08-25

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some grit in you, if you are mA
catcher. Still, you were not in very
much danger, as perhaps you know
Now, If you should want this pistol
again, just watch where it alights.
And Yates, taking the weapon by theI
muzzle, tossed it as far as he could into
the field. II
Stoliker watched its flight intently,,
then putting his hand into his pocket|
he took out some small object and
flung it as nearly as he could to the
spot where the revolver fell. 4
.'Is that how you mark the placer.
asked Yates, ''or is it some spell that
will enable you to find the pistol?"
Neither" answered the constable~
quietly. cit is the key Of the hands
cuffs. The duplicate is at Welland." .
Yates whistled prolonged note and
looked with admiration at the, little
man. He saw the hopelessness of the
situation If he attempted to search
for the key in the long grass the
chances were ten to one that StollkerI
would stumble on the pistol before
Yates found the key, in which case the
reporter would be once more at thel
mercy of the law. -.~
'Stoliker, you're evidently fonder Of
my company than am Of yours. That
wasn't bad strategic move on your
part, but it may cause you some per-
sonal inconvenience before get these
handouts filed off. I'm not going to
Welland this trip, as you may be dis
appointed to learn. l have gone with
YOU as far as intend to. You will now!
come with 1ne.'
81 shall not move,'' replied the con-'
stable, firmly. ,
every we'll. stay there said Yates,
twisting his hand around SO as to grasp
the chain that joined the cuffs. Get~I
ting firm grip, he walked up the road,
down which they had tramped few
minutes before. Stoliker set his teeth
and tried to hold his ground, but was
forced to follow. Nothing was said by
either until several hundred yards were
thus traversed Then Yates stopped.
"Having now demonstrated to you
the fact that you must accompany me,
hope you will show yourself a sensi-;
BILE man, Stoliker, and come with me,
quietly. 1t will be less exhausting for
You can do nothing until you get help.
am going to see the fight, which q
feel sure will be brief one, so don't
want to lose any more time in getting
back In order to avoid meeting PEG"
pie and having me explain to them that
you are my prisoner, propose we go1
through the fields"
One difference between fool and al
wise man is that the wise man always
accepts the inevitable. The constable
was wise. The two crossed the rail
fence into the fields and walked along
peaceably together, Stoliker silent as:
usual with the grim confidence Of al
man who is certain of ultimate success,
who has the nation behind him with all
its machinery working in his favorj
Yates talkative, argumentative and Inc
structive by turns, occasionally breaks
ing forth into song when the unrespon-
siveness Of the other rendered CONVEX
sation difficult.
"Stoliker, how supremacy lovely and
quiet and restful are the silent scented
spreading fields! How soothing to al
spirit tired of the city's din is this soil,
tude, broken only by the singing Of the
birds and the drowsy droning of the
bee enormously termed humble! The
green fields, the shady trees, the SWEET
freshness of the summer air. untainted
by city smoke, and over all the ETERNAL
serenity of the blue and cloudless sky
how can human spite and human
passion exist in such a paradise? Does
it all not make you feel as il you were
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pure and conscience white?''
If Stoliker felt like an innocent child
he did not look it. With clouded brow
he eagerly scanned the empty fields,
hoping for help. But if the constable:
made no reply there was an answer
that electrified Yates and put all
thought Of the beauty Of the country
out of his mind. The dull report Of a
musket far in front of them suddenly
broke the silence, followed by several
scattering shots and then the roar of q
volley. This was sharply answered by
the ring of rifles to the right. With an
oath Yates broke into run.
They're at it," he cried, land all on
account of your COMPOUNDED obstinacy
shall miss the whole show. The
Fenians have opened fire, and the Can
adams have not been long in replying"
The din of the firing now became in
cessant The veteran in Yates was
aroused. He was like an old war
horse who again feels the Intoxicating
smell of battle smoke. The lunacy Of
gunpowder shone in his cleaning eye.
"Come On, you lettering IDIOT" he
cried to the constable, who had diff
Guilty in keeping pace with him--"come
on, or, by the gods, I'll break your
wrist across fence-rail and tear this
brutal iron from it,
The savage face of the prisoner was
transformed with the passion of war,
and for the first time that day Stoliker
quailed before the insane glare of his
eyes. But, if he was afraid, he did not
show his fear to Yates.
"Come on, your he shouted, spring.
ing ahead and giving a twist to the
handouts we'll known to those who
have to deal with refractory criminals