The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-18

side her
Let US up!-Let US up out o. this, We
ould bite,' came threateningly from be-
low, with loud rapplngs underneath the
tagging upon which Mother Dreen now
stood with bla ing eyes
EVAN at a lime thin, darlints: wan at
a time We'd IOike t be raisOnin wild We
a little"
/ Consent was the imprisoned gaugers'
+ only recourse. Dennis came clustering
and pufhng first. half dragged from the
hole by hands that frightened upon his
limbs with almost crushing power. As
the light was eXtinguished in the cabin,
he felt himself suddenly swung from his
feet into mid-air.
"Aisy, now. avicks. Toss him over
I aisy,' was Mother Dreen's cherry com
mand, as the tagging was replaced and
she calmly resumed her solitary guard.
4 wild rush was that down the dark
and stony boreen with their strange and
/ struggling burden and Dennis laid oath,
+ long after. that IwuS into etarnity
/ thought I'd swung" But the two noun
I tain girls knew every inch of the way to
/ the fine shelving rock near the lower
/ edge of the cliff, where the waters were
deep and still.
Thrice they went and came; and thrice
/ there was cry of terror and a great
splashing of the waters of the som Der
/ Alligan; while Nora and Maureen had
! scarcely gained the hut for the last time
/ TO find Ellie and her mother with some
/ terrified consciousness of what had been
done dawning upon their desperate minds
/ when Dan Madigan came tearing up after
/ them, all but bursting with woeful lam
/ entations for the straits in which the
| wretched women were now placed.
! out o. this Out o. this or livery
! mothers son o. yer necks will be stretched
| Och, bad luck I tn day me eyes will see
/ it! But I'll save We, me body an sowl on
| it, darlints ALL"
He grasped Ellie in his arms; walled
| over her loudly; hustled and pushed
| mother Dreen and the girls out of the
| cabin door and rushed them down the
! boreen; all the time, while holding their
misdeed before their now Mortified eyes
| gasping out the wonderful part he had
| played in following the gaugers from Gal
/ way; in running his horses like mad to
! distance them and give the Dreens fair
! warning; how he had missed it by the
matter Of four miles, only at last to blister
! his eyes with sight of murder done: and
! how now, blessed be all the saints if
/ they would but make wondrous haste and
! do precisely as hidden, and if there were
| not twenty and more undrowned gaugers
! lurking about the bush to pounce upon
! them, he would make the race of his life
! for their lives and place of permanent
! safety besides.
| Then it was that Dan Madigan's WACO
! nettee went whirling back toward
! old Galway; mother Dreen, Nora and
! Maureen snug within the sJaw, covered
! close with blankets, and giving vent to
/ occasional smOthered grOans, as Dan,
! brave rascal as he was drew Ellie tight
/ ly TO his side; while his eloquent lips for
! hours told her the tale of his love with a
! running fire of warnings to the crouching
| figures in the straw, to "niver sthir hair
! for TIL divips own gaugerS' were surely
after them; as at last they seemed to be;
| for tearing along behind, came long-car,
! its occupants shiverlngly beating their
| bodies with their arms, but halloOing
| threatingly to those withinthe wagonette.
See, darlint, how I'll give thin tn
| fine slipl" said Dan proddly to the cud-
| ding Ellie by his side, as he dextrously
! swerved his team at full gallop into a
| noiseless pit of sand, while the long-car
| dashed furiously on.
| The wagonette moved slowly now and
a misty drizzle fell through the gray of
! breaking day as Queens Bridge, over the
| COrrib, was crossed, and the vehicle
wound carefully along unfrequented
! streets, at last hating beside the ghostly
outlines of a little parish church.
Then Dan Madigan whispered solemnly
to those beneath the blankets:
| whist, now, fur yer lives, an mind
| what I'm Z say. Its aisy said, Misthress
! Dreen. TIL worst is forninst us, Wit!
How can any honest lad, like meself, hide
/ away four women an three o. thin
| murdherers .-widout at layst vans his
| lawful wife7 1t can't be done! Thin
what3 Yer beyant tn age o. MARVIN,
| yerself, Misthress Dreen. Nayther Nora
nor Maureen IL have me. Flies tn only
wan, as I've been tellin' her while crassin'
tn bridge, that can save We now! What
| dye say t. that, now, fair and square,
Misthress Dreen?"
What do l say7" groaned the poor wo-
man from under the blankets. What do
l say2 Why, Ellie, avick, marryin's bet
Their nor hangin', any day. If there's
proper prayst handy, take Dan quick,
| Ellie; take i'm quick; fur, och, murther!
I'll soon be smotherin' entirelyl'
All, but there was a proper prayst
handy when Dan and Ellie moment
later stole up to the altar of the dim old
church; proper priest enough for weld
! ing together two simple Irish lives; but
one that, as he hastily read the responses,
said the prayer gave the blessing and
| the holy water, seemed strangely con-
vulsed with mirth: though aside from his
white robe he looked every inch a man
who had been dragged at the wake of a
Claddagh boat, from Arran Isle to Gal
way quay; while the lone and sleepily be-
wildered altar-boy looked the picture of
mute despair, as his wondering eyes
wandered from priest to pair, until he
nearly dropped the sacred vessel from
| his trembling hands.
But if there was matter for wonder
here, what marvel is that which trans
| formed the silent Madigan Inn to a bois-
! ferrous realm of Joy, when Dan, his bride,
and the Dreens were safely sheltered
there When the wild welcome they all
! first got was from none other than the
| roaring ghosts of two of those spalpeen
gaugers, Dennis Murphy and Larry
| O'Brien, (the other al that very moment,
| in the priests house near, shaking his
| sides with laughter while getting inside
of dry ClothingD that had been tossed
! from the cliff into lonely Tough Alligan?
! When Father Hodson sent Dan and Ellie,
! beautifully framed and written out in his
own tine hand, as a tender wedding gift,
the 'aisy-howing' lines, which hang in
! the inns best room to this dayl-
| What is that sweet artifcer?-
That even in old Ireland 5 savage West
Builds into rugged walls such tender nest;
That clothes zen winters trees with
fancy leaves:
The brings the throb Of summer to the
eaves:-
All, it is Love, but Love-
! What is that subtle alChemist
Thatln the humblest or most savage breast
Brings but munltcence OF Joy and rest;
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