The Irish standard., 1899-05-20

I'd have been cut deep if he'd done it..
No, gave him his chance at great risk.
He took it like man, and George Jolly
doesn't mean to play traitor in such
case."
II love you more than ever for that,
George" said Mary, impetuously.
I'm pleased to hear it, lass" replied
the farmer, grimly. ''It has seemed to
me that your affections been shifting
lately, eh?"
Arnold Strengthened himself and
crept down the short passage out into
the open air. For long time he paced
up and down the garden, deeply agitat-
ed. When he returned he went straight
to the parlor door and knocked. The
farmer opened it, and invited Arnold
in. The woman was not there.
"a word with you, farmer" exclaimed
Arnold, in passionate tone tried to
subdue. give been listening at the
key-hole, and"
"The dickens you have!"
Eyes. You said you trusted me and I
trusted you. It's lie; never trusted
you moment until now; that's why I
was listening at the door. Farmer, you
may call me a felon and spy, if you
like; I am. But I'm not a regular bad
'un, and I'm going to find you the
money you want if"
"Are you mad? You come here and
talk about spying and lending me
money all in the same BREATH"
ION one condition. Nay, no condi-
tions; you shall have it anyhow. But
tell me, farmer; if came to you in two
years free man, and changed my
name, would you say no if Mary said she
would marry me?"
"Quite mad!" murmured the farmer,
in amazement.
"Have I been honest here? {.
Thank you-thank you! Have I a
criminals face? Thanks, farm
er, your hand! Look here, then.
love Mary. Perhaps you did.
Well, if come back in two years free
man, and change my name and get hon.
est employment, will you give Mary to
me if you can't discover more against
me than that bitter charger"
eff can find nothing more against
your name than that, will"
"Your hand on it,
"You seem pretty sure of the girl
agreeing" said Jolly, good-naturedly.
II asked her yesterday. Sit down and
write, man, before + Write: Sir,
have reason to- suspect'-Got that?
Write quicker or my pluck will fail me.
TO suspect that a man now employed
by me upon my farm is no other than
John Atkins, who"
"Do you mean me to do this?" cried
the farmer, dropping the pen and start
ing to his feet.
Eyes, for Heavens sake get on-get
it done. Well talk later. John Atkins,
who-Have you got that?-'escaped
from gaol some time since. Be good
enough to send warders who could iden-
tify him, without delay. I shall detain
him until the officers arrive. In the
event of this information proving cor
rect shall claim the reward offered for
Atkins capture. all that?-Ad-
dress it to the governor; mark it imme-
date. Send Higgs with it at once in the
trap, and let him wait for the officers"
AS Arnold ceased his rapid declama-
toin he sank into chair, while the
farmer rose from his.
"You can't mean this ?" Jolly demand
ed, sternly, leaning over Arnold. think
of the RESULT"
Gall Mary; ask her" Arnold groaned,
burying his face in his hands.
| The farmer went to the door and
summoned his sister, who came quietly
into the room and closed the door be-
hind her.
II can't dissuade the madman," said
the farmer, after he had explained the
matter to her; sit is too much to my in
terest for me to do so. You do it, Mary"
He turned away as if to leave them
alone.
"Why should he not?" Mary said,
slowly, standing, pale and trembling,
looking down at the convict. "Till his
terms served he is not free, and never
can be free"
"You're right, you're right" cried
Arnold, starting to his feet. "I'm a
felon still. Send the letter, farmer.
God help me. Send it now; at once. Go
-go-go!"
The farmer went out with the letter,
with which he dispatched farm
hand in light cart. He did not return
to the parlor for some time, and then
he found his sister and his servant sit
ting at the table opposite each other,
their hands clasped in the center of the
red cloth, and their heads bowed upon
their arms.
The sun is three years older; SO is
Jolly's farm, which has prospered in
those three years; the fields are full of
cattle, the yards are full of mighty
stacks.
The sun shines down upon the loose
brown hair of woman, who, standing
at the paddock-gate, is watching the
winding road. Presently spot shows
itself upon the hills brow. The spot
grows long and longer. 1t is man.
The man is three years older; so is the
woman. But surely heart was ne'er so
young as the heart that beats against
the paddock-gate, as Mary Jolly leans
forward and watches John Atkins COM
ing down the road-Tit-Bits.
Doesn't Like Women.
Geheimrah Kuno Fisher, the cele-
brated professor of philosophy at the
University of Heidelberg, has an anus
ing idiosyncrasy in the way of abomi-
mating the presence of women at his leic-