Sunday Washington globe., 1902-01-19
widow had been svietsa for nor. payment Of

I he'd with trespassing, she was also illegally
attempting to occupy premises from which
/ she had been evicted2"
Yes, sir and of course, the bonfire
brought a slaugh OF She people from the
hills around. And when / came Judy--er
the prisoner was talkin' to the crowd. "
Unlawful assembly, and incitement to
/ commit an offense, grunted Caffyn
She was cursin' Tim Casey and Mr.
Hartopp," went on the policeman and
when ! started to take her she ups with a
big door key and says to me Take me if
/ We dare, ye long-legged peeer with the
! harp on your buttons and the lie in your
! heart. Take me if You dare, she says,
l for I'm in my house and the DOORS locked
and I've got the key"
What on earth did the creature mean by
thatl" demanded Cafyn.
Faith, I'm not sure, sir; but she shook
the big door key in my face all the way to
the police barrack. Aud when brought
her before Mr. O'Carney that night he told
me to give her the key back"
Cafyn looked rsproachfuily at the chair
man. Perhaps this mysterious door key
was some secret symbol-some mystic aok-
en- by which rebel feeling was to be stimu-
lated in those wild uplnnds of the heights
of Ireland
Where is the key nowl" he asked
Where is it, inagh?" answered the voice
of Judy; no longer low and wailing, but
shrilI as a bagripe on a fair day. Where
is it, but here2"
And she drew from under her old gray
shawl large key of the kind used in lock
ing Ballyearney doors-when any one trou-
bled to lock them at all
Hand il up here, F." commanded Caffyn
Indeed, and I'll not. Sure, It's letting
Hartopp into my house ye'd be-"
Il think, Cafyn, there's no need 10 take
the key from her, put in the quiet voice of
O'Carney. The key really does nobody
any harm Now, Molyneaux (this
to the policeman, anything more against
Judy2"
No more, your honor "
O'Carney turned to his fellow Magistrates
We'll, what shall we say?" he asked.
AT this the eyes Of Caffyn, R. NJ, grew
large and round
Goodness me, O'Carney, F" he whispered
you've omitted the prisoners defense"
OCarney turned to his fellow magistrate.
We need not bother about that said he.
-bother-about-tha
But, God bless my soul we wouldn't dare
TO do such things even in India, of
course, agree with you that matters would
be expedited if we could give her a month
or so at once, but really-really our plain
duty demands that we hear her"
'Oh, very we'll, if you insist
Lawson, will you swear Judyp"
The clerk rose and handed a Douay YER
sion of the Bible to the prisoner.
You solemnly swear he repeated, that
what evidence you are about to give in this
case shall be the truth, the whole truth.
and nothing but the truth. so help YOU, Cod? /
KISS the book. Not your thumb do you
mind, but the book"
"Arrah, Master Tom, kissed the book |
many's the time for your father, when We |
were gossoon-and lis the same ould |
book, too, by the same token
That will do now. Judy said O'Carnev. |
The resident magistrate wants to hear
what defense you have to make. Tell him /
your story; it seems he has never heard it. /
Judy German looked curiously at this /
man who had never heard her story. Al |
most every one in Upper Ossory knew it by |
heart. Even the new curate, kind-hearted
as he was, had refused to hear her weekly
confession unless she refrained from re-
hearsing that old, old tale. Yet here was
one who, so far from declining to listen.
was actually anxious to be informed on the
subject Judy's worn and wrinkled face lit
up, her sunken eyes beamed on caffyn.
And sure It's the fine, handsome man he
is, too" she said. "A dacint gintleman,
I'll be bound, that listens to the poor widow
WOMAN
Don't blarney me, prisoner" snapped
Cafyn, but give your evidence quickly.
And remember you're under oath"
Dye see this key, your houor2" asked
Judy. We'll, that's the key to my own
door at home. That's the key to my neat
little cottage on the knock o. Stracashel.
Divil a soul goes across that threshold
without my leave. Seventeen years ago
locked the door with this same key; and all
the spawn o. Cromwell can't open it,
Don't look impatient, your honor. Sure
Im tellin' ye all about it. When
married Kyran Mutually I bought him the
house and furniture. Kyran was a cripple,
and could do no work hardly; but sure I
worked for the two of us, Still we were
very poor, and we never saw meat from one
years end to the other And then the gor-
soon came and there we're three mouths
to feed"
oh, say Cut it short" cried CaGyn.
But Judy German had a fair start, and it .
would have taken parish priest himself to
stop her now.
There were three to feed, your honor, /
agra" she continued, and Hartopp was /
hammerin for his rint by day and by night /
Not the Hartopp that sits over there beyant |
behind his big Irish Times, but his father.
We paid as long as we could; but when the
COW and KYran died IN the same month
land that was 20 years ago)-"
Good Lord" exclaimed Caffyn, r. NJ,
Can't you give US some modern history2''
Aye you honor. Sure I will that same.
Well when the COW and Kyran
died twas the black poverty yentirely. Aud
ould Hartopp bad luck to him, kept on
hammerin at the door, and myself kept on
workin' and the gorsoOn kept on eatin' and
CROWN AT last seventeen years ago Har-
topp sent word that If I didn't pay the
three twelve months due, he'd put me out
on the road. So took down the stockin',
sould the pig, and that made nigh on to
two years rint. That was as I-tell ye,
seventeen year and a week"
With a gesture Of despair, Caffyn threw
himself back in his chair
"-Seve@teen year and a week ago, went
on Judy German. The money was be-