Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1895-06-15

which the reverend gentleman expounded
70 his attentive audience. II his brethren
there would like her to tell them how they
might apply the law. this exemplary
Christian would point to the faithless
Irishman. Arthur Mountjoy. "Buy not OF
him. sell not TO him; avoid him IL he ap-
p~roaches you; starve him out of the place.
| might say more, boys-you know what l
mean"
To hear the latter part OF this effort OF
oratory. without uttering a word of pro-
test, wa a trial OF endurance under which
Iris trembled. The secondary effect OF the
priests address was to root the conviction
OF Arthur's danger with ten-fold tenacity
In her mind. After what she had Just
heard, even the slightest delay in securing
his safety might be productive OF deplor-
able results. She astonished a bare-footed
boy, on the outskirts Of the crowd, by a
gift OF slxpence, and asked her way to the
farm. The little Irishman ran on before
her. eager TO show the generous lady how
useful he could be. In less than half an
hour, Iris and her maid were Mt the door
OF the farm house. No such civilized in
yentions appeared RS a knocker or a bell.
The boy used his knuckles instead-and
ran away when he heard the lock OF the
door turned on the inner side. He was
afraid to be seen speaking to any living
creature who inhabited the "evicted
farm"
A decent old woman appeared, aud in
quired s~uspiciously what the ladies'
wanted" The accent In which she spoke
was Enthusiastically English. When Iris
asked for Mr.. Arthur MountjOy the reply
was: Not at home" The h~ousekeeper
inhospitably attempted TO close the door.
"Wait one moment" Iris said. Years
have changed you; but there is something
In your face which is not quite strange to
me-. Are you Mrs. LewsOnS"
The woman admitted that this was
her name. But how is IL that you are
n stranger TO meF" she asked, distrustful-
ly.x
joys service" Iris replied. you may
perhaps have heard him speak Of Miss
Henley
Mrs. Lewson's face frightened in an in
slant: she threw the door wide open with
q glad cry OF recognition.
Come in, Miss, come ini Who would
have Thought Of seeing you in this horrible
placer Yes: ] was the nurse who looked
after you all three-when you and Mr..
Arthur and Mr.. Hugh were playfellows
together" Her eyes rested longingly on
her favorite OF bygone days. The sensi.
tive sympathies Of Iris interpreted that
look. She prettily touched hsr cheek, in
viting the nurse 10 kiss her. At this act
of Kindness the poor old woman broke
hD"hs Div opbAD@lE1i HhtiuNiJ loi uCI
tears: think, Miss, low | mus. remem-
Der that happy time-when you have not
forgotten it,
shown into the parlor, the first object
which che visitor noticed was the letter
that she had written to Arthur lying un.
opened on the table.
Then he is really out OF the house." she
said, with a feeling OF relief.
He had been away from the farm for a
week or more. Had he received IL warning
from some other quarter? And mad he
wisely sought refuge in fiightp The
amazement in the housekeeper's face,
when she heard these questions, pleaded
for "A word OF explanation. Iris acknowl-
edged without reserve the motives which
had suggested her journey. aud asked
eagerly il she had been mistaken in as
Stunning that Arthur was in danger of as.
~sassination.
Mrs. Lewson shook her head. Beyond
all doubt the young master was In danger
But Miss Iris ought to nave known his
nature better than 10 suppose that he
would beat II retreat, il all the land
~leaguers in Ireland Threatened him to
gether. No! IL was his bold way to laugh
at danger. He had left his farm to visit