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

them CO." ne suggested, "or-I mean II
well to you, Murty-or breaking husbands
hearts with vows Of celibacy."
| The O'Mahony pushed the old man from
him. "Then IL she be saint" he cried
why. then. n were better for me to make
ten thousand more blind men like you
and tear my own eyes out, and lead you all
headlong over the cliff there than risk
the littlest offense to her pure soul. -
The old bard held out n warning hand.
People are coming!' he said. Then glid-
ing toward his chief. he seized the protect
ing arm again. and patted 1t and fawned
| against It. "Where you go, Murty," he
said eagerly, II follow. What you say, !
say"
| Some dancing lights had suddenly re-
vealed themselves at the corner of the
nearest castle wall. Murtogh had not re-
allied before that 1t was dusk. "They will
be looking for me-" he said. and moved
| forward. guiding his companions steps.
The thought that with Owny 1t was always
dark rose in him and drove other things
| away.
Three men with torches came up-rough
men with bare legs and single shirt-like
| tun!c of yellow wooden cloth, and uncov-
cred heads with tangled and matted shocks
of black hair. Tho lights they bore
| CLEANED again In the fierce eyes which
| looked out from under their forelocks
| "O'Mahony." one of them said. "the
liathan priest is at the gate-young Don
ogh. son of Donogh Bhade, who fled to
| Spain. He Is called Father Donatus now"
what will no want here?" growled
Murtogh. IL have beaten his father; If
l have the mind, his tonsure will not hold
me from beating him also"
"Ho has brought foreign Spanard, a
1
who comes to you from the king of Spain"
Murtogh Strengthened himself and olsen
gagged the arm of the blind man. Run
forward you two," he ordered sharply.
land call all the men from the bawns and
the cattle and the boats, and l will have
them light torches. and stand In line from
the second tower to the postcrn and show
| their spears well In front and be silent
| Will not have any man talk but myself
or thrust himself into notice We Were
kings of Rathlin, and we have our own
matters to discuss with the kings of
Spain"
Three score fighting men, some bearing
lights and all showing shields and spears
or javelins or long hooked axes, crowded
in the semblance of n line along the mar
row way to the large keep-and behind
them packed four times their number Of
when he brought his guests past from the
gate.
He moved proudly up the boreen, with a
slow step and the CLEAN of a high nature
in his eyes. His own people saw afresh
how great was his right to be proud, The
broad hard muscles of his legs. straining
to burst their twisted leather thongs as he
walked: the vast weight and thickness of
the breast and shoulders, under the thin
summer cloak of cloth from the Low
Countries, which he held wrapped tight
about them; the corded sinews OF his big
bare neck; above all the lion-like head.
with its dauntless regard and its splendid
brown-black name, and the sparkle of
gold in the bushing glib on his brow
where else in all Ireland would their
match be found? But for that strange
Injunction to silence, the fighters of the
sept would be splitting the air with yells
for their chieftain. They struck their
weapons together and made the gaze they
bent upon him burn with meaning, and he,
without looking, read it. and bore himself
more nobly yet, and the mothers and