The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-11-29

remember it. have in my memory
only your promise that IL l saw
malignant sights they should do me nc
harm. And l have seen you drive that
terrible dog away with the stroke OF
your cross, and my mind is at ease. ]
have no complaint to make. only I dc
not know what you mean by your
words about a warming"
The monk looked down at him, a
mirthless smile playing OF his shaver
lips.
You forget, then, my warning that
II an O'Mahony met on a Christmas
day a chieftain of another sept sworn
in blood-feud against him and his peo-
pie, 1t would be very bad-oh, very bad,
indeed, for him."
what you are saying" returned Tur-
logh, in thought. Those were your
words. but, they took no root in my
mind. For our speech was of the en-
chantment, and the man-witch here
and
And now It Is of another matter!"
called out the monk. with a ring as of
metal on metal In his voice. On the
instant, as Turlogh bent his knee to
raise'the monk drove the spear into his
right shoulder and thrust him fiercely
backward, prone to the earth. The
young mans legs were twisted under
him, and the monks sandaled foot
crushed upon his breast. The thought
of resistance died in his brain, for his
arms lay limp, and he could not bring
a hand to touch the spear.
II know you are yourself the devil
I was enticed here to DEFY" he said.
The spear-head In his shoulder seemed
to scorch his flesh. but his thoughts
were the clearer for the anguish of 1t.
He watched the stumbled jowl of the
monk, and looked to see a beard of
feathers sprout upon 1t.
II would not be wishing you to die
in error" said the other, gazing with a
measured wrath downward upon him.
Il made you to take the blessed sacra-
ment this day, that your soul might
not perish, and ] will not suffer you to
go out Of the world like a fool, in ig-
norance of why o are put away. I
am no witch. OF man enchanted. I am
no devil. ] am no monk. I am Fineen
son of SDelian, and on Christmas day.
one year ago., l saw your father cleave
my fathers skull with a battleax, while
he lay hurt in his own bawn, and put
the fire to Ballyfanisk, and drive our
men ove the cliff into the sea, and
lay the shame Of unclean beasts upon
our women. Ana mat is why j nave
come to keep this next Christmas day
with you, Turlogh son Of Fineen, and
that is why you will be saying your
prayers now"
Turlogh looked hard at him and re-
membered much. II was not n of
the raid" he said. but I would not be
blaming you, II YOU had come fairly to
fight mt and take my life. My father
was a strong man, and he put his foot
on the O'Dwyers, and spoiled Bally-
fanisk, and openly chased you all into
the sea. And I would not blame him
for that either. And you say that
Spellan, your father. had his head split
omen with an ak. That would not be
his worst luck. 1t was more evil for
tune still for him to beget a son who
would be a liza and O false guest"
The O'Dwyer tore open his gown at
the breast with his free hand, and cast
1t from him in a heap around his feet.
His thick. supple form showed itself
clad In the close tunic of a warrior. and
from shoulder to thigh he had a shirt
Of fine linked iron chainwork. Out OF
his belt he drew q long thin dagger.
(TO be Continued.)