Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-04-03

'SAO AAOO-WCtAOIu IlHCy WAICu WoS tAO arm carried on that day by young Hanna and Dr. Terry, who had been seen to cross the lake and disappear in the mountains on the other side; who had, moreover, called at O'Gor- mans for matches on their outward march, and for refreshments on their return.
 Now, as every action of importance has a motive. it follows that when we see the act we guess the motive, not always correctly.
 First, who would benefit pecuniarily by the squire's death? Answer. his son and heir. and his daughter Mag.
 The money tack having failed, I turned to another motive: revenge. Here we groped blindly for days with. out one single cheering ray. At length the old vicar of Ballyoran said quite casually, but in Upton's hearing, that the squire had in his youthful days practised boxing, and for years was handy man with his fists; also, that years ago he had thrashed Denny O'Gorman within an inch of his life for that the said Denny would persist in poaching in the squire's preserves, and that Denny, himself notorious fighter, had thereafter been held in such derision that he had forthwith lemigrated to America. from which he had only returned year ago. in order to take possession of the small farm left to him by his deceased father, after an absence of 25 years.
 The revenge motive was clear enough to anyone who understood the long memory of the Celt; but the thing would hardly work in connec- tion with O'Gorman, who was digging turf behind his cottage when Millar swept the country with the telescope in search of the captain and the doc tor. Moreover, the cottage was a mile and half away in bee line. As to O'Gorman," said Upton, that cock won't fight. Besides the alibi, which is proved, he was on the best terms with Squire Hanna, and often refer red with glee to the hiding the squire gave him quarter of a century ago. It seems that his Kathleen threw him over because of it and that he never married, an escape for which he de clares himself deeply indebted to the squire! He's alone in the cottage. and lis trying to sell the farm. America is the only country fit to live in, says O'Gorman."
 Yet somehow I felt that to search O'Gorman's cottage would be beni- son to my struggling soul. And so strong was this inclination that took immediate measures to indulge it, and to set O'Gorman out of the way in order to obtain a favorable oppor- tunity.
 This was easy enough. He was ad- vertising the farm. and I arranged for a pretended probable purchaser to meet him at Ballyshannon. O'Gorman rose to the bait. and departed in peace. He would be absent for the
  an area was easily feasible in the time.
 Upton and rowed over in the night. We were rewarded. In an up. per room were two chains with deep marks on the upper bar of the backs. I asked Upton to look out for the small vises that had made those marks, and presently one turned up, under the bed. Upton did not under. stand. He had never studied scien. tific rifle-shooting; did not know that Sir Henry Halford had put IS bullets out of 20 into mark at 1000 yards. Upton was not prepared to find that a grudge could be borne for a life time. and notwithstanding protests of friendship could be paid of at last by means of rife shot from a fixed rest, the weapon carefully laid by means of telescopic sight
 Yet so it was. We found the other wise; we found the rife in the thatch. with the marks of the wise on the stock; we found the cartridges, and books which led to the belief that O'Gorman had been employed in an American rife factory. And as the summer morning dawned we looked across the lake. and in the clear mountain air discerned a newspaper l had spread on a chair at the fatal spot where the squire had fallen, with the naked eye. The distance was af- terwards found to be exactly 2.247 yards. and there can be no doubt that the squire had long been the object of rife practice from o'Gormans cot tage.
 It had taken O'Gorman some time to get the range. even with the help of the squire's newspaper. which would be a conspicuous object against the green background. especially through a telescopic sight.
 Will you believe me that O'Gorman gave us the slip?
 With the marvellous instinct of the Celt he divined something. and got clear away. We waited. and waited in vain. The appliances found in the cottage were undeniable when compared with the cause 1 the squire's death.
 Capt. Hanna is a major now. and the lovely Margaret tshe was the for. ty-ninth Irishwoman who stole my heart away runs the old hall of Gal linagh under the wing of a maiden aunt. who spends half her time in re- Hgious observances and the other in