The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-03-18

which had been tempered in 2 dung
heap, would fell Dunmoyle. Still. if he
took his chances with him, it was not
impossible that, braced with anger. the
fight would go wrong and he might find
himself lodged in Raphoe TAIL Dun
moyle stopped before reaching the
bowlder, and, letting the reins fall on
the mares neck, dismOunted to tighten
the girth, giving the stone a whack
which knocked the riding whip out of
his hand.
Something seemed to break loose in
RathdonneFs brain. He raised his hand
and thrust at Dunmoyle, and spring
ing forward, got the whip from his
hand, and with a gesture of his arm
sent him headlOng down the steep de-
scent. Then, pushing his way back
through the stubble where the mare
stood restless, the rims of her nostrils
expanding, he took hold of the bride
that hung down, and switching her on
the belly, watched her scramble down
the mountain Her return to Ballina
castle would be the token of a fatal
fall from the saddle without trace of
foul play.
Early next morning he came under
ShannOn's window. In a corner of the
cabin Peggie and shannon lay. sleeping
the baby between them Leaning
through the broken pane, radiating an
aroma of tobacco, he said: Michael,
do you hear the word they're making
about DunmOyle2 Sure, since yester-
day they haven't a trace Of him only
that he went the road over Raphoe
mountain; but the mares come back
to the stable, and they're going to
search the gulch. No one only a cat
could reach it. McCrum says he'll let
himself down with a rope but if it's
there DunmOyle is, Wen leave him till
he rots. He'll never be in Raphoe
again, for it's the nearest place to he'll
in Ireland
How did he get there?" said Shan
non, embracing Peggie with one arm.
No one only God can tell that" said
Rathdonnel; but he was strange to the
mountain, and if he has tried his luck
at a tumble, maybe he got a lodging he
didn't dream Of"
Och, Rathdonnel, but you take the
sight out of my eyes," said Peggie,
turning away her face and holding fast
the baby. Give me the cloak, Michael,
behind you, quick, and let me out of
the cabin; I'm smothering."
Wrapped up in her blue cloak. Peggie
stepped over the threshold and sat
down in one corner of the garden, and
began braiding her long. thick black
hair. please God, nothing has hap
pened Dunmoyle," she said, slowly
turning her blue shaded eyes on Rath-
donneL, who had followed. 1T would
be a bad thing to see a man go before
the Lord and no soul In him"
Where were you, Michael, at the
heel of the EVENING""
Where was I?' said Shannon. Sure.
II was last night. and the shindy was a
Mullins to finish ShiePs wake. We
had the pipes and tobacco, and MulHn
let me have the whisky on credit, so
was sittin' down in Dunshaughlin Bog,
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TO keep myself from sleeping"
The baby, his sleeves rolled up, was
crOwding himself behind Peggie to
lave a spree over some curdled milk
For heaven sakes, Michael, what's
the matter?" she said pointing
toward the bog, where a sergeant of
police and three soldiers in red coats
were hurrying toward the cabin.
What brings them here?"
They're everywhere. and will be till
they nah. some one, said RathdonneI.
Il have a warrant here" said the
sergeant, as though addressing them
all; and then turning to Shannon
Mullins whisky made you talk last
night" he said You swOre TO de-
stroy all belonging to Dunmoyle No
one can find him. The town is fuller
than it can hold. and they say you
must be put before the Justice"
reggie WITHOUT KNOWING what SDG
v as doing, had left the corner and
was in the doorway, listening to the
conversation, looking at Shannon and
he at her, as they went from one word
to another. As the sergeant watched
her, the baby with its fat little hands
seized hold of the warrant. God be
with you. Michael Go you know any
thing about DunmoyIe?" she asked,
unlocking the blue cloak and pulling
it down below her shoulders as though
to breathe the better
Shannon saw Dunmoyle go off on
the mare said the sergeant; 4 know
that for sure"
"Dunmoyle went by the public. and
the whole of ShieIs funeral watching
him." said Shannon.
We'll, we can't find him." said the
sergeant, drawing tighter the strap of
his belt. and I must take you
Peggie turned pale as Shannon gave
a bound to his feet to say goodbye.
but on the edge of the bog he heard a
cry, and after going a few steps more
saw Peggie in the arms of Rathdonnel,
and tearing himself away from the
soldiers and swearing an Irish oath,
he went back to her.
It's a pity of her." said the ser
geant; shes near dead with fright,
and small blame to her. She came of
honest, decent, GOd-fearing people
Bad cess to you, Shannon; this is your
cursed work. Feel of her heart. Sure,
it's moving every way
Shannon dropped on his knee by
Peggie's side and threw the long blue
cloak on the turf '-Peggie," he whis-
rered, Il am holding you in my arms.
Dent you feel me? Lord have mercy
on us, Peggie, I'm telling you the
truth. I never raised finger to hurt
DJnmoyle."
Don't let her die without the priest
who christened her." said the SER
geant; I'll go every inch of the way,
have him myself"
och, I'm as easy as to the life of
Peggie's SOUL" said Shannon. What
1 want is to see her put her blue
eyes on me"
"Of course you do. Shannon" said
the sergeant. but I'm a bit Of a doc
tor. and I tell you she has painted the
meath of her body out. Her heart
hasn't beat this fifty seconds. The
blood i'm her veins is STILL"
The soldiers stood about in variety
of positions the baby among them.
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