The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1895-05-03

heaven for the ecstasy she brings to
my lonely breast! l shall fly, not be-
cause OF your threats, but to give
peace to that sweet girl. Cruel mani
am no reptile, but have noble blood
flowing in my veins. Farewell, sir!
A day of reckoning may yet come
when you will repent of your cruel
treatment of me?"
Carberry, having arranged his af-
fairs, embarked for America, and
travelled under an assumed name, as
the vindictive father of Molly threat
ened to denounce him wherever he
wished to settle.
Twelve months had scarcely passed
away ere Colonel Traverse found him
self reduced to comparative beggary,
through the failure of some banks
and commercial houses.
He was compelled to sell out Bar
RVS hall and mortgage his half pay in
order to avoid imprisonment, and,
ashamed and mortified at having to
live in poverty where he had so long
hourished in affiuence, he responded
to the advice of an old friend, long
esta blished in Brownsville, Texas,
and, with his daughter, arrived safely
there.
Business was then very brisk in
Brownsville, and Miss Molly insisted
on giving music and French lessons,
which added to their very slender
income.
On the morning of the intended ex-
ecution of young Lieutenant Lucas,
she, with one of her pupils, was pass
ing by the garrison.
"They are going to shoot young
| Irish officer, and the best looking
| chap 1 ever saw!" cried one of the
| crowd.
Molly could not tell why she was
too late, or that he had not COM
mitted some heinous crime.
The prisoner, whose hands were
tied behind his back exclaimed:
| Good people, / am Christian.
| Please take off my hat, until I adj
dress my Maker for the last timer
A piercing shrek rang out as Molly,
who had recogn lied in Lucas the
voice and form of her old lover, Jas
| per Carherry, threw herself at Gen.
eral Dana's feet, crying out:
''Mercy! Spare him for Christ's
dear sake! Do not murder my dear
est friend and teacher! Oh, general,
| pity me and spare him"
Touched with her beauty and grief,
| Dana CALAMITY raised her, making
| sign to suspend the execution of the
| prisoner.
Just then his nephew, Captain
Thompson, with his battery, arrived
from New Orleans, and entering the
grounds, learned of the state of
affairs.
AS soon as he espied Lucas, he ran
and cut the cords that bound his
hands, and embracing him, cried out:
'Oh, Uncle Dana, this good man
saved my life at the battle of Shiloh,
where was left on the field, weller
ing in blood. He took me to house of
safety, and nursed me for weeks. He
must not diev'
GOD in heaven bless you, sir, for
saving Mr.. Carberryr' sobbed Molly.
"Carberry!' exclaimed Captain
Thompson. "Sure enough he is the
image Of this portrait" (taking one
from his pocket). LET me be the
first to congratulate you, Lord Car
berry! Advertisements. inquiring for
you, are in various American papers,
and likenesses of you have been sent
to every important place. Thank
God! little expected to find you
here, and thank Him ten thousand
times for having arrived here in time
| to save the preserver of my life, and
my dearest friendv
A buzz of satisfaction was heard
among the crowd, and the father of
Miss Molly soon appeared on the
scene, and identified the prisoner as
Jasper Carberry, the former tutor.
He said he had read in the papers Of
the death of Lord Carberry, but had
not dreamed of the possibility of the
poor teacher being the nearest ~
to the estate and title.
Such was the case; Jasper was ~
nearest of kin.
Colonel Traverse no longer frowned
on his suit for his daughters hand;
but, with lowered head and deep
blush on his face, acknowledged
HlmSciI houoreu ny bhc young udh
love for his darling Molly.
Both the American and English
consuls confirmed the truth of the
happy change in Jasper Carberry's
fortune, and General Dana gave away
Molly, the loveliest bride ever seen
on the Rio Grande, and now saluted
as Lady Carberry.
A happy trio-Lord Carberry, his
lovely bride, and her father-returned
to Ireland, where their nuptials were
publicly celebrated among their ten.
antry and the neighborhood gentry,
and to this day Maureen Bawn is rev.
erenced as saint among the people
of that Mace.