Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-12-20

ward one end OF the square, where the
rest OF the force had placed two carts
across one OF the only two entrances
into 1t. and were keeping the mob at
bay. The fight now became general
shillelahs waved wildly everywhere,
while amid the hubbub rose the
squeals of the pigs, which, getting
loose, rushed in all directions. and
rendered the confusion too hideous
to be described. Amid the. thick
cloud OF dust Val could see the mass
that interviewed between them and
the barrier, and wondered, in his
half-stunned condition, IL they would
reach 1t. Ahl they are moving;
slowly at first, then faster, as their
splendid discipline tells, and the mob
surge aside before them. One last
struggle, and he ID lifted over the
barrier, and long howl OF rage goes
up fromthe crowd baked Of their
prey.
''For Gods sake, get out OF this"
shouted the subaltern in command.
as he helped him on to the car.
Drive your hardest"
A flick at the mare, a spring, and
the low stone walls began to slip past
the car rapidly. Their the cool air at
the same time revived the half
stunned man. But when he came to
himself the roar of the mob had died
down in the distance, and they held
their way unchecked to Anthem
Hall.
THE EFFECT.
The moon was rising slowly, throw
ing long, ripping shadow on the
black river, which eddied along under
bank where clump of dwarf oaks
and willows formed sort Of bower
Further down, a few lights Pickering
from long, low building marked the
position of O'Shea's farm. From out
of the gloom figure wrapped in a
long cloak glided down to the edge of
the river, and stood shivering from
time to time at the cries of the night
fowl and the chill damp of the stream.
Suddenly, amid the sounds of the
woods, her listening ear caught the
faintest plash Of oars, and the hood
slipped from her head as she came
down to the brink of the river and
peeped intently into it's dancing
shadows.
1t is sweet face which the moon
shines upon; large, gray eyes fringed
with long, black eyelashes, small,
shapely nose, little mouth, and red
lips quivering with expectation the
pale face ringed with an aureole Of
golden-brown hair, which nestles over
the high, white forehead in hun
dred little ringlets. Such is Wini-
fred O'Shea, as she stands there wait
ing by the lonely river. And as she
paused long black streak glided
round the point, and with few
strokes of the paddle a Canadian
canoe came under the shadow of the
bank. A moment more and another
dark figure stood beside her, and she
threw her arms round his neck and
kissed him again and again.
II am so glad you have come,
dearest" she said, at last; II have
been so alarmed for you"
''Why have you troubled your dear
little heart about me. child; am not
able to take care of myself"
Yes; / know you are strong and
brave, but that is no good when you
are taken unawares, when bullet
sings from behind stone wall"
''Ah? what are you saying-a bull
let, stone wall? Have you heard
any threats against me, You must
have, or you would not speak so.
Who is it? Your brother?'
There was no answer, but the
proud head sank on his shoulder, and
he could feel the form in his arms
quivering with Unsurpassed sobs.
He stopped and kissed her
Promise you will not betray him"
she answered at last, "for he is very
dear to me, my brother, but you are
dearer still. That is why am here
now to warn you. On that dreadful
night he came home with his head
bandaged, and, cycling me grimly, he
pointed to his wound and said, This
is your lovers handiwork. Will
you take him in your arms after
this? Then Mike Dennis and John
O'Hara stepped forward and said,
The Saxon BLACKBOARD will nivir do
it agin to We; he is marked Oh,
love OF mine, take care If you were
to die and leave me my heart would
break !"
''These men are weak chatterers,
brave in words alone. Why have
they not tried to do their work be-
fore? This morning / was riding
alone, this afternoon was driving.
Hush, Val don't speak so loud (!
time is precious. Let me tell you all
/ know The Garrison ball, to-mor-
row night; you will be returning
late on foot"
How in the name of God do my
foes know thatY" burst out Val.
Never mind. they know it, and
will ambush themselves in Perrin
Woods. There can be no mistake
your felt hat and ulster are well
known, and besides, no one else will
come back that way. There will be
no one to help you, and you will fall
in the middle Of the white road. Oh,
Val! my Val! promise me you will
not 60, or you will come home some
other way-that you will avoid this
in some manner! Think of my
broken heart. think of the disgrace,
the shame"
But Val had put her firmly from