The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-05-30
The PATH OF MURTOGH.
ny HAROLD rnrprl.Ic,
CHATTER ~.
tCoIyiiqh', is0.l

Tho rhapsody was without meaning
to tho SpaniErd, Ito stared In aston
lshment ut the big chioitaln Will, tho
shining counten iucc, who shouted with
such vGhomcnce up ut tho oaksu roof
Turning II glance Of inquiry 1T tho lady
Ito saw that she had grown whi,u.iaccd,
ana was covering backward III hur
chair.
Our I.ady,aavo us" sho ra,pcd at
him IN Spanish. lilo has askOd tho
popo TO a6solvc mo from my vow"
Don Mllo, no wiser, nut his hand to
his sword, Tell mo quickly. what il
Is? What am | TO do?' no demanded
OF her.
Murtoch, with smiln from tho boar.
moisieuing his Dyes and Thanksgiving
all his face, strodo 10 tho SpanIard, aud
grAsped his reluctant hand between his
own broad palms, aud erIppeI 1t with
tho fcrvor OF q giant.
u would have you tell him." ho called
out tho Lady bora. "Tell him that no
has no other irioud IN any land who
will do Tor him what Murty Mordha will
bo doing. will rldc with him into the
battle, and take all his blows on my
own back. will cnIl him my son and
my brother. Whatever lie will wish
Will give II 10 him. And all his enpmies
| will shay aud put down for him to
walk upon. Oh, Bora. tho lowell 70.
stored to mo-,hc beautiful gem saved
from the wNters-toll him thoss things
tos me! Why will YOUR lips DO so si.
lent? Would tnny DO waiting Tor my
kisses to waken thom? And. Donogh,
aon OF minc, como hithor aud tAko my
other sons hand. Twill holr you swear
10 keep my loyalty to him thD same a.
myself. And, Owny llua-hither, man !!
You cannot SEQ my bruciactor, tho man
! will be giving nv lilo for, but YOU
have hoard his voice. You will not
forget It"
Tho absence oil all other sound OF n
sudden caught Murtosh's ear, and
checked his flow of joyous words. lilo
looked with bcwiIdermOnt at tho figure
OF his vile IN tho chair, motiOnless,
with clGnchOd hands on her knees, and
ewes fixed In dazeJ stare upon vacan.
CIV. lie turned again, and noted that
Owny lea had come up to the Span.
lard. and was standing before him 80
close that their faces were near touch.
ing.
The old blind man had tho smile OF
an infant on his withcrcd face. lie
lifted his left hand 10 tho Spaniard's
breast and passed it curiously over the
corselet and 1t, throat.pIatc and arm.
hoc'. muttCring IN Irish to himself,
81 will not forget. | Will not at all
forget"
\ zigzar flash Of light darlcd briefly
somewhere across Murto.h's vision.
Looking with more intcnsness he saw
TINT both the blind mans hands were
| NJ the arn7it OF the Spaniari, and
pulled upon something not visible. Don
Tello's big eyes seemed bursting from
their black.fringed sockets. Ills face
was distorted, aud he curlcd the finger.
OF his hand like stitiened talons, and
clawed once into the ar with them
Then 0wny uea pushed him. and he
pitched spraw!in: against Mur;ogh's
legs. and rolled inert TO the floor. His
hot blood washed over Murtogh's san.
daled feet.
\ woman's shrek OF horror burst into
the air. and the hounds moaned and
clided forward. Murto:h did not know
why he stood so still. lie could not
rightly think upon what was happnn-
in. or put his mind to it. Tho bones in
his arms were chilled, and would not
move for him. Ilo gazcd with round
eyes At Ovuy, and a. the red dripping
knife which the bard stretched on, 10
him. He felt the rough tongue OF dog
on his ankle. The dark corners OF the
chamber seemed to be moving from
him long distance away. There was 4
spell upon him. and he could not from
| bic.
The voice OF Owny lea came to him,
and though 1t WAS soundIess, like the
speech OF Dream!aud. he heard all its