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

baby. Suddenly she heard a step, and
Shannon, who had come back from
Raphoe, was in the garden.
I've had a quarter of a mile to
walk through a mob of men," he said.
7 can tell you, Peggie, as we have
supper. The cOnstabulaTy drove to
the station; some of them was Ieav-
ing by the train. Half an hour after
they left, Lackeym was near ham,
stringing Dunmoyle in the glen be-
tween him and Colonel Byrne."
Peggie had seated herself at the ia
BILE with the baby upon her knee, one
arm passed around his trim, strong
waist. Shannon glanced across at her.
I'm not sure, Peggie," he said, but
I'd be willing myself TO have the vag-
abOnds beating the bog for me if
could know there was a bullet to be
took out of DUnmOyle's ugly body"
God help us. Michael" said Peggie
don't you be swore to murder. or wen
al have bad luck and a curse. Look
how the lot fell on McMann. Poor as
we are, we can walk the high road now
in the face Of day; better that than
trembling a corpse"
Shannon desisted from argument, but
the Iigaments of his neck were eIon-
gated as he thrust his head forward
conscious that Peggie was watching
him. He was a man of excitable and
affectiOnate nature strong and brave
present, and longed to strive after an
other.
Meetings were arranged for every
night. The society met in Raphoe; the
old room on the second floor of the
public was always crowded, and hosts
of little papers upon Dunmoyles cruel
ty and Dunmoyle's injustice poured
h.
of ItathdOnneFs, was shot in attempt
ing TO resist the service of a warrant
for his arrest
"Shiel was fine, brave fellow" said
Shannon. They were all Just back
from the churchyard. God help us. To
think of the children and only Bridgets
two hands to work for them now!"
Il wonder viii DunmoyIe look to her
now?" said Mullins. It's pity Lord
Ballina is not in it. He saw to every
one The blessings Of the poor he had
carried his soul to heaven
well, the widow Of ShieI shall never
make a poor mouth to Dunmoyle," said
Rathdonnel. There was always full
and plenty in ShiePs fathers house
and DunmOyle's taken all except Shells
hearts blood, and that he took at last
like COW or a horse, and no time to
make his soul. / didn't know his face
when I looked on it Think of that,
Shannon. his own cousin didn't know
his face"
''DunmOyle'H never look near Bridg-
ct, said Mullins. He'll only think it's
a nuisance that she's there at ALL" As
he spoke DunmOyle came in view.
mounted on a somewhat fidgety mare.
Look at him." laughed Shannon.
the measly chestnut is the pick of his
stables. I'd like to see Dunmoy1e with
the hounds running. The only thing he
cares is not to get wet on his feathers
At the funeral RathdonneI had in
dulged in five or six glasses of raw
spirits, and, thrusting his hat over his
face. made his exit across the little
Raphoe street and took a bride path
which led around Ballinasloe mountain
The solitude, broke only by pheasants
chasing one another and the corncrake
pOking across the stubble, Influenced
him as it never had done before. and
the thought of living in q world like
this homeless, or languishing in a coun-
try beautiful as Donegal without food.
exasperated him.
AS he lay, his face to the earth, the
sound of stones torn by a horses feet
caught his ear. and, looking ahead. he
saw Dunmoyles mare, the mists fold
inc her. in drapeTy. stepping gingeriy
over the boles of fallen trees. round
ing a point sheltered by a rock Rath-
donnel crawled through the brambles.
and rolled a bOwlder down the incline
of the mountain directly in front of
Dunmoyle.