The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-08-18

I e0uTse or the law, indeed! Al bG1
your ears now IS you say any thfn
more. Get down OF your horse an
have something to eat yourself dard
say you need it." ssz.5sS
This is what call rescue y Wits
What is stern upholder Of the law
to do when the interferer with justice
Is determined and angry woman ac3
customed to having her own wayA
Stoliker looked helplessly at. Hiram al
the supposed head of the house, but
the old man merely shrugged his Shouts
ders, as much as to say: You see how
it is yourself. am helpless &
Mrs Bartlett marched her prisoners
through the gate and up to the house.I
Cali ask Of you now," said Yatess
'.is that you will give Remark and me-
seats together at the table. We can4
not bear to be separated even for an
instant" |.
Having delivered her prisoners to the
custody of her daughter, at the samel
time admonishing her to get breakfast
as quickly as possible Mrs. Bartlettf
went to the gate again. The constablei.
was still on his horse. Hiram had askedE:
him, by way of treating him to non-l'
controversial subject, If this was thai
colt he had bought from old Brown on,
the second concession, and Stoike11
had replied that it was. Hiram was
saying he thought he recognized the
horse by his sire, when Mrs. Bartlettl
broke in upon them.
"Come, SAM" she said, mo sulking,|
you know. Slip off the horse and come
in. How's your mother?"
i, "She's. pretty well, thank you," said
Sam, sheepishly, coming down on his
feet again.
Kitty Bartlett, her gayety gone and
her eyes red, waited on the prisoners
but absolutely refused to serve Sam
Stoliker, on whom she looked with the
utmost contempt, not taking into ac-l
count the fact that the poor yocng
man had been merely doing his duty,
and doing it we'll.
'Take off these handouts. Sam, said
Mrs. Bartlett, until they have break
fast, at least
| Stoliker produced key and unlocked
the manacles, slipping them into his
pocket. ....
"Ah! now,' said Yates, looking at
his red wrist, 1--WE can breathe easier,
and I, for one, can eat more"
The professor said nothing. The from
had not only encircled his wrist, butj
hi cefk
Yates tried to make the early meal az
cheerful as possible, it was rather 4
gloomy festival Stoliker began I'd
! feel, poor man, that the paths of duty
were unpopular. Old Hiram could be-
! always depended upon to add somber1
! ness and taciturnity to wedding feast.
! and the professor, never the liveiest OF
companions, sat silent, with cloudsd
brow, and vexed even the cheerful Mrs.
Bartlett by having evidently no appe]
| lite. When the hurried meal was overl
Yates, noticing that Miss Kitty had
/, left the room sprang up and walked
toward the kitchen door. Stoliker was
on his feet in an instant and made as
: though to follow him.
''Sit down." said the professor, sharp>
! ly, speaking for the first time. ''He isl
not going to escape. Don't be afraid!
He ha, done nothing and has no fear
of arrest. 1t is always the Innocent
that you stupid officials arrest. The
woods all around you are full Of real
Fenians. but you take excellent care to
keep OFT of their way and give your
attention to molesting perfectly inof-
fensive people"
. ''Good for you, professors" cried
Mrs. Bartlett, emphatically. "That'sI
the truth, if ever it was spoken. But;
are there Fenians in the woods?" :,
Hundreds of them. They came or
us in the tent about three o'clock this
morning-or at least an advance guard,
did-and after talking of shooting us
where we stood they marched us to the
Fenian camp instead. Yates got pass
written by the Fenian general, SO that
we should not be troubled again. That
is the precious document which this
man thinks is deadly evidence. He
never asked us a question, but he!
clapped the handouts on our wrists,
while the other fools held pistols to-
our heads
'It isn't my place to ask questions"
retorted Stoliker, doggedly. ''You can,
tell all this to the colonel or the sheriff.
and if they let you go I'll say nothing
against it.
Meanwhile, Yates had made his way.
into the kitchen, taking the precaution
to shut the door after him. Kitty Bart
lett looked quickly around as the doorl
shut. Before she could speak, the
young man caught her by the plump
shoulders-a thing which he certainly
had no right to do.
'Miss Kitty BARTLETT" he said,'
you've been crying"
II haven't; and if l had, it is Moth.
ing to you.'
ooh, I'm not so sure about that
Don't deny it. For whom were you'
crying? The professor?''
T mo, nor for you either, although 4
suppose you have conceit enough tol
think so.''
me conceited? Anything but that-
Come now, Kitty, for whom were youl