The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1897-02-18

Of men whose dress and features
marked them even more clearly than
their companions for thoroughbred
Irishmen. They were apparently, in
some sort. under the leadership of d tall
ruftian with high cheek bones. a wide
mouth. n large side whiskers OF a
flaming red color, and as they came
along they shouted, and waved their
sticks wildly above their heads with no
apparent ~provocation.
The few occupants of the street fled
into their houses or up the neighboring
by-ways. Estcourt contented himself
with drawing to one side, with the in
tention Of passing along under the wall
or of waiting there until the denseSt
part of the crowd should have gone by.
But his uniform made it impossible for
him to escape thus without notice, and
the temper of the mob being at the
moment highly aggressive they DELHI
erately blocked his path.
At first he was rather amused than
ap~prehensive, and addressed them in a
tone OF good-humored remonstrance.
Come, lads" he said, "let me pass:
I'm on business, and have no time to
spare" and he pushed boldly forward.
The crowd swayed about. yelling and
hooting derisively, and with a rush Of
half playful, half ferocious violence
bore him back against the wall, where
he stood at bay, uncertain whether to
try persuasion or such force as he could
bring into play.
God save Oireland!" howled the
leader. who stood directly in front of
him, and seemed to be in a paroxysm
Of unexplained excitement; God save
Guild Oireland!"
Certainly" said Dick. promptly,
hoping that he saw here a chance of
conciliating them. With all my heart"
he shouted. God save Ireland!"
"Hurro for the Emperor Napolyun!"
shrieked his tormentor, striking the
ground with his stick and capering like
a maniac. Dick shrugged his shoulders
and assumed a passive attitude.
"Hurroo for the Emperor Napolyun"
the lrishman, screaming in his face.
say ut, We murdherin divvle of a kings
ortcer: say ut, or I'll tear thin golden
ShtrapS from yer dirty s~houldhers!'
Dick drew himself together, clenched
his fists, threw back his head, and
raised himself to look for the thinnest
part of the crowd. At hat momenwa
carriage and pair was quickly making
its way down the other side of the broad
road. which bad been left bare in part
by the concentration Of the mob around
their victim. He recognized his chance
and struck for it with all his force. He
was not armed even with a stick, but in
a flash his two nearest antagonists had
gone down before his fists and he was
halt WdV To the "a 90 fOhfinD hic
way desperately through a storm of
confused blows and shouts. Once he
fell. and rose again without his hat;
a second time he was beaten to his
knees. in the act of laying his hand
upon the side Of the carriage. which
had now stopped, and in which he was
dimly conscious that a lady was stand
ing upright.
quickly out. The GROVE fell back a lit
tie, and she began to speak.
Dick scrambled to his feet, still hold
ing oil to the sid Of the carriage, and
stood looking at her in a
half-stunned condition Of dull
establishment. Her face and form were
those Of Camilla de M~ontaut, but her ,
speech and manner were strange to
i4ihi Nv piood ICu upOH IllS COUIuScu
senses all the effect of an incongruous
"Whisht bhoys!" she said; tell ire
now what is't ye're afther here?"
There was silence for a moment. ITS
st. Pathrick's Day" said a voice at
last.
1T is So" said the lady, readily, "or |
why would | be wearing shamrock"
md H. A--I~
leaves from her dress and held them up. |
But that's no reason at all" she went !
on, vivaciously. why We should be
afther murdherin' me frens, and me the
Daughter of Anthony Donoghue."
The crowd showed a tendency to
shuttle back and get behind one an !
other. A ragged youth, who found HIM !
self left without support in the front
rank. took off his cap respectfully.
"Shure, twas none Of us at all, me
Teddy" he said: twas only Tim O'Hal- |
loran that asst would his honor be PLACED
to say hurroo for the Emperor, and he
would not"
Would he not?" said the lady. with
an irresistible air Of drollery; thin it's
mesilf thatll do ut for 'um. Hurroo
FOR the emperor" she cried, heartily:
and whin he comes back to his own
may l be there to give him the cead
militia falta!'
She turned to Dick, pointed to the
ope door Of the carriage, and jumped
n behind him. The mob were cheering
wildly all around; one or two Of the
nearest of them were taking the op-
portunity to beg a trifie Of her LADY,
ship.
Drive on" she cried to the COACH
man. And in a moment they were
whirling southwark down st. Martins
'ane in safety.
Dick, without knowing quite why he