The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-04-25

ness returned. ana the Object III the nope
of obtaining a deposition from him in
the presence Of my father. who was
ma gistrate. At last. with great sigh.
Big Murty Muiligan opened his eyes.
and feebly tried TO spit the blood from
his mouth. and the sergeant beckoned
Mike. who sat i'm silence by the turf fire,
into the Sick-rOom
Have We any charge to make agin
this mani" asked the officer. as Mike
stood sullenly gazing from his bandages
ct his foe. Murty. turned his head slowly
TO look at him. and when their eyes met
a scowl settled on his features, and he
seemed about 10 speak; but the priest,
who kneeled by his side, whispered
something TO linn, and the scowl changed
10 look of awe. From one 10 the other
he looked. the awe and the evil striving
for mastery in his face, until at last he
turned his face YEARLY TO the wall and
muttered:
Lev me be awhile"
For nearly ten minutes no one stirred,
and the silence was broken only by the
low wailing of the mother and the NUT
tered prayers Of the kneeing priest
Then Big Murty turned his head slowly
back and looked Mike fun in the face
with a scowl Of intense hatred. Strug-
Cling to speak he raised his clenched
right hand on high TO denounCe his hated
rival; but his mother, raising her
head from the pillow, saw only the hand
SAItlEHtu ABOVE MS ntdu. ana SllenliN
drawing little crucifx from her bosom.
put it into the tightly locked fingers that
mechanically opened to clutch it. When
he held it he glanced upward. and again
the awe filled his face, and he slowly
drew it down until il was before his
eyes. 1t was a little black GLOSS. carved
from bog oak on which hung the body
of the dead Christ. and as the dying
man gazed al it, all the evil fed from
his face. and great tears forced them
selves from his swollen lids. For a min
ute he lay thus until a great sob tore
his bosom, and, kissing the cross, he
looked up with eyes that were softened
and sad. Yet not altogether sad. and.
speaking with painful effort, said in
low. husky voice:
mike Doolan mustn't be bleamt fur
this. Twas all me that done it to me-
self. Mickey. boy, will we forgive me be-
fore ] CO."
At the first words Mikes face showed
nothing but surprise. but when he heard
the broken voice calling him by the old
name he had not heard since they were
boys together. he flung himself on his
knees by the bedside with choking cry.
and seized the great brown hand that
was extended to him.
whist, Murty. avic.' he cried: sure
| had murther in my heart. I had"
Twas me that vexed ye." said the
other slowly; an I'd have kilt We then.
On IuG Int boot FN We comm OF III me
hams. glory be to God"
"HOuld. hould Murty. dear" sobbed
Mike with his head bowed low over his
friends hand. Don't We Shpake like
that. Sure. God knows tbs ! had muir
Their in me heart. Tell me- We have me
forgiven. now"
It's We that must tell that to me;
twas | that veXed ye." repeated Murty.
Listen till I tell We" continued he slow
~. 4 was comm back from the cot
tage whin 7 met yc. We know what car
RED me there Well. she towld me [
had ne'er a chance at all wild her. and
whin I got mad. an ripped out curse
al ye she up an bid me git out av her
sight altogether: an thin | knew twas
ye was the man, an be the time I met
We on the cliff / was purity nigh mad,
God forgive me-.
Sure He will He will God is good. g"
Wait awhile: there's worse than
that" said Murty feebly. wiping sthe
bloody froth from his lips with the back
! Of his hand. 'WhiG ] opened me eyes
! here he went on. after 4 pause, IAN
seen We staining be the fut Az the bed.
the divil took hould av me ag'in. an !
| knew If / towld thin that We threw me
down on the beach TO murther me. that
ye'd swing fur il sure, an niVer git her
afther all / made up me mind TO ac-
cuse We before thin all. an I lying there
wild me face to the wall: but whin
turned 10 tell the lie, wild me fist up 10
hiven-God forgive mel found the lit
tie crucihx in me han: an vhin l took
a look at il. an" seen tho blessed Jesus
wild His pore arms stretched out 10
save us all, I-sure ! couldn't do it
praise be 10 God. couldn't do it
There was pause for moment Every
one was now knee!ing round the narrow
bed.
Give us a sup OF cold water Mickey.
hoy" gasped Big Murty I'm dyin'
now. an before I confess I want to make
a will. We haven't much To support a
wife Mike, but Ill put ye in the way av
| it-please God. VIII We be so kind sor. -
turning to my father. "as to write down
! on a bit az paper that Murtv Mulligan
wills the cutter below in the bay to
Michael Doolan. an all that's i'm her.
! along Wild the two ounces av tobacco
| that's hid under a bucket beneath the
! tiller her? An keep her head n tri1e
! 10 the starboaHl, Mike. when the wind :
behind We; she have a bad warrant TO go
! straight"
Many a year has sped since the dying
| man sought to make reparation at the
/ last. but if YOU stand in the breezy
graveyard on a Sunday morning YOU
| will see the cutter below at her old
moorings, resting after the weeks work
| and when first mass is over. there are
always two figures man and a wo-
Mountaineering by yOnder grave-praying
| for the soul Of Big Murty Mulligan-All
| the Year Round