Kentucky Irish American. (Louisville, Ky.) 1898-1968, 1899-03-18

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the boat and the whisky. We have been
hiding in the rocks. They are searching
the island for nae. This is the third time
Bryan. Ii they catch me, am good tor
three years. Sheila will be safe with
your wife They won't touch her.
Could you put me in the cave'"
Bryan hesitated. The cave was situated
in the face of the cliff 100 feet from the
top. Nnoe but the most daring climbers
had ever tried to reach il, and then only
in daylight.
Gould you do il, Jerry3" asked Bryan.
"Tis fearful job; almost sure death.
There's one chance" said Jerry,
land I'm willing to try it. The cave is
the only place where would be safe.
"True for you, Jerry" said Bryan.
They could not get you there. If you
have made up your mind to 60 I'll do
all can to help you. Go you over the
cliff and wait there. Three or four of us
will join you in an hour"
"Oh, Jerry, Jerry, don't go, acushlal
You are going to your death! What will
do without your moaned Sheila.
"Arrah, don't talk like that, mavour-
neenr" replied Jerry. You'll take the
heart out of me- Take her, Bryan. till
come back" And with an embrace and
whispered word Jerry was off into the
night.
Mary" said Bryan to his wife as he
entered the cottage, put some sods of
turf, piece of bacon and some potatoes
in a bag and ask no questions. 'Ellen,p
he continued to his daughter, YOU go
out and get Rafferty,, O'Brien, Malloy
and Reardon. Whisper that l want
them and they're to say nothing"
The women obeyed without question.
Half an hour later four grim, resolute
men sat around Kilmartin's fire.
poor fellowl" said O'Brien, alluding
to Sullivan after Bryan had told them the
story. "Im afraid Sheila will never have
him here again. wouldn't go down
that rock tonight for forty women. Hear
that nowl"
The group leaned forward and listened.
Above the bowling of the storm at inter
walls could be heard the thunderous boom
of the surge beating against the cliffs a
quarter of a mile away. The cottage
rocked in the furry of the gale.
Hell never get into that cave" said
Malloy. "The wind will blow him away
like feather. Can't we find some other
place to hide him2"
All the other hiding places on the
island were carefully gone over, but as
each was known to the coast guard it was
reluctantly abandoned. 1t was nearing
midnight when the FIVE men, two Of
them staggering under the weight of a
long rope, crept out into the storm. The
wind howled and the rain drenched them
as they toiled along to the cliff. They
were forced to stumble in the darkness.
as a lantern would have attracted the at
tention of coast guard. But so familiar
were the men with the land that they
soon arrived at the point in the cliff just
over the cave.
put these matches in your tobacco
pouch, said Bryan to Sullivan as the
latter emerged from under rock where
he had been hiding. Here, boys, help
me tie this bag on his back Malloy,
take off his shoes. Now. Jerry, do YOU
still insist There's ten chances against
you to one for you"
"Tis my only hope" replied Jerry,
resolu,ely, although his voice trembled
as he crossed himself devoutly and prayed
TO St. Patrick for success. Each man
shook his bead as Sullivan lay down, face
to the rock, Selling the rope, and began
to work himself gradually over the brink
of the precipice. Just before he disap-
peared Bryan said:
well lower you twenty feet Then
Wen stop second. That'll be five stops
you will make before you reach the cave.
Goodby and good luck. Wen see how
you're getting along after the storm"
Sullivan disappeared. Sitting in the
loop at the end of the rope he felt him
self sliding down the face Of the cliff.
The waves roared in an awful caldron
beneath him. The rope began to twist.
To overcome this he placed his stockings
against the rock and pushed himself out
over the abyss. The rope was lowered
gently over twenty feet, then came a
pause, and at each step Jerry forced him.
self outward like living pendulum over
the snarling yeast below. Drenched with
spray and deafened by the horrible clamor
Of the elements, he kept going down, all
the time swinging outward and inward
until he swung, stunned and exhausted,
into the mouth OF the cave. When he
had scrambled to his feet he tied sod
of turf TO the rope as a signal that lie
had arrived safely, and minute later it
was drawn to the surface
Sullivan found himself in hole in
the rock about ten feet square. The
darkness was intense, but he managed to
feel his way along, finding that the cave
tended diagonally upward and inward.
Striking match. the light was reflected
from the walls of a large chamber Sui
livan started fire with the turf which
he carried in the bag, dried his clothing,
then lay down to fall asleep and dreamed
that Sheila was rocking home in AN
enormous cradle.
When the fugitive awoke, refreshed, he