The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-06-01

son, n slow, good lad. born of first wife
| long since dead, the blind Owny, the
| Spaniard and the liathan (or prematurely
gray young priest.
Then Murtogh said to this last man
| ''Donogh, son of Donogh Bhadc, / have
not frowned on you nor struck you. foi
| the reason that you are my guest. Bu'
because my hand Is open to you, II Is nc
reason that l should lie, and pretend thai
l am your friend or you mine. foul
| brother, Diarmaid, the one / could moi
get to KILL calls himself my heir, and
| twice has sought to take the life OF my
son here, my Donogh baoth. Therefore
| | will have you go now and sit below with
| the others, or read your prayers In your
chamber, where you will sleep. because
will hear now what the king OF Spain says
to me. and that Is not meant for your
ears"
The priest stood on his feet. your
pride does not become you, Murty NOR
dha," he said, "when l am come to you
for your souls sake and the glory of re-
ligion." His voice was thin and high
pitched but there was no fear in 1t.
81 will not be taking trouble for my soul
just now." replied Murty; that will be for
another time. when l am like to die. And
j
not you, nor any one like you. So you
will go now, as bid you.'
Father Donatus, standing still. curled
his lip in a broad smile. "You are a great
man, Murty! You could dishonor my
father and slay my brother like the head
strong bullock that you are; but there are
things you cannot do. You cannot lay
your finger to me because l come on the
business of God"
at is the business of the king of Spain
that l will be thinking Of" said Murty,
with curtness.
"They are the same" rejoined the young
priest. "And you are wrong to say what
you will be thinking of, because you have
not mind to think at all. If you could
think, you would know that you would not
have the words of the king of Spain eX-
cept when l interpret them to you. This
noble gentleman, who comes with me,
speaks more tongues than one, but he has
no Irish, and you-it is well known that
you have nothing else. Don Tello has sat
at your side for two hours, and you have
not observed that each word between him
and you came and went through me. Oh,
yes; you are great man, Murty, but
your mind is not of high order"
The chieftain rose also. The blood came
into his face, and he laid a strong hand on
the hilt of his broad sword But the foot
that he lifted he set down again; and he
looked at his kinsman, the liathan priest
and did not move toward him. you are
in the right to wear a gown" he said
slowly, because you have the tongue and
the evil temper of an ugly girl. YoI
speak foolish things In your heat, and they
disgrace you. l have the best mind that
any man in my family ever had. l have
more thoughts in my mind than there are
words in your Latin book. l would speak
whatever / chose to this gentleman, and I
would understand his speech when
troubled myself to do so. But / will not
do that--for some time at least; will have
my wife come, and she will sit here, and
she will tell me his words, and l will be
taking my ease"
Murtogh Mordha called his son to his
side and gave him a message to deliver.
The priest, smiling in his cold way, leant
over and spoke for the space of a minute
in a tongue strange to Dunlogher into the
Spaniards ear. Then he stood erect, and
gazed at Murtogh with an ill-omened look,
and so turned and strobe after the lad
out Of the door.