The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1900-09-27


York, six months ago. But that's moth
Ing new for me-"
| Lawrence still stood motionlcss. lie
seemed paralyzcd with horror.
"But yc haven't much to say to me,
Larry; perhaps yc'll have more when
ye learn what I've come for"
81 cannot hope it is for any honest
reason, Miles Callan; | have known
only evil from your hands in the past"
"And now yc'rc going to return good
for 1t, according to the way Of the
righteous, and I'll see TO it that yc DO"
Lawrence did not hear the snccr.
His thoughts were far away in Ireland.
1t was II mounlit summer night and
/ four young men were returning to their
| miserable home from 4 meeting Of
striking linen workers. AS they Duss-
ed through the deserted village streets
the eldest Of them, who had been i'll
Weighing loudly against the landlords
and all who owned property, stopped
and whispered something about Il linen
| merchant whose store he pointed out
The older lads were innamru by pas
sion and drink, and Lawrence, the
Youngest, who had had his share OF
| the liquor, went with the rest. Only
half comprchcnding what was iD:erd-
cd, he did as the leader badc and
stationed himself at the door to watch
while the others went In through &
rear window. The merchant happen
Ell TO be sleeping in his shop that night.
He gave an alarm and the housebrenk-
ers were caught Larry pleaded guilty
and was sen. rnccu to three months in
jail. 1t was this disgrace which drove
him in shame and horror from his
native land.
Miles Callan, the leader of that shah
by little band Of culprts, sat before
him.
Glad We only robbed bank, now,
O'llara. Or made way wild big trust
funds it would have Il fine sound and
might he overlooked, but linen dra-
pcrs till-Iarry the Till Tapper'-
'twould look i'll in the country papers,
wouldn't it, lad:'
"lIush, OF, hush" groancd Lawrence,
looking toward the door.
AYE. I've heard OF her, too, and it's
nos likely ven have told her Of it nor
that ye'll be doing 1t soon"
lie held out grimy piece Of paper
Iherc's an attcStcu copy OF an en-
try in the Jail wardcns book at Cross
molina: Lawrence O'lIarA, larceny; en-
tered June l3, discharged Sept. 13,
1850. Its price is 5000. Take 1T If ye
wish. If not, yer opponent will be
glad to buy it,"
There was one swift passing mo-
ment Of temptation. Lawrence had not
an enemy In the town or district, but
he knew too well the cruel emergencies
which politics give rise to. His oppo-
ncnt could not afford to ignore that pa
per. 1t would give him the election
Then he spoke. Miles Cullan, had you
come here us an old acquaintance In
need for all the debt OF bitterness
owe You ia have helped YOU gladly.
But when YOU come avowing black
mail not one cent will you wiring from
me-"
From afar came family the sound Of
n strange comminglng OF shouting,
singing, the beating Of drums and the
footing of horns. An hour ago it would
have been the sweetest music in tho
ears of O'Ilara. Now 1t sounded his
doom.
Miles Callan sat watching Lawrence
malignant grin upon his face
do YOU hear that!" said the younger
mah. "that Is my friends coming to
rejoice with me. Now see, Miles Cal
IAN, what man dare do I've lived
thlS thing down once. Please God pu
do 1t again"
Going to the door, he called, "IIelenw
when she came, he put his arm about
hn
Trouble has come upon me. Are Won
strong to help Inc bear It? Look nt
that man. 30 YOU remember my child
my you 'phiGht, llelcn, for proclaiming
our happincSsi Oh, girl how true It Is
that the consequences Of a sin can ney-
er be forcSccn ana that they may Dur.
sue us to the grave! l made Il misstcp
once, Helen 1t was in 'hc farolf dnvs
In the Old country, and though |
thought | had ntoncd by years of BIT
ter suffering, my sin has come home to
, me in the hour Of my triumph, borne
by the very hand which led me info
Semptaton."
The sound of the trumpets and the
shouting were louder now. The nd.
vance guard was already In front of
, the house. Helen, who had listened
: with race growing pnler now threw
;. her arms around her husbands neck.
"LaWrencc. Lawrence" she cried
you know | trust I'm you and believe
Ia you with ri! my soul. Who dares
, sIy ,u". my noble husband has eve,
done an ighuL'" thing:'
+ "IIc himself; = is he who darcs. no
, that wretch thel ~ cried the young
man cXultingly. "liirl | will never gt
to Washington, but yen have no caus,
, to blush for me this night" In his eX
, element his tongue proclaimed in rich
er accent the land OF his birth. "Listcl
While | tell them, and yc shall know
everything"
, Hundreds of voices were now shout
Ing his name in front OF the house
Unclasping his wife's arms from hi:
neck Lawrence lcapcd upon the bal
cony. My friends" he cried, but h,
got no further. His aDDparance wa,