The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-07-21

American war, where he met his fate on the gallows of Tappan.
 WHERE was joy in Castle Rackrent
 when Sir Conolly came Into his own. Everybody remembered "Condy' Rackrent-a tow-headed urchin running barefooted and bareheaded about the streets of O'Shaughlin's Town. And now he was come back from London Sir Condy and the head of the Rackrent es- tates. All the old people said he looked much like old Sir Patrick O'6haughlin, who got the name and estates on the death of his cousin, Sir Tallyho RaclSrent which, perhaps, put it into Sir Cody s head to try and live like Sir Patrick.
 Sir Patrick at first took it much to heart that he had to change his own beautiful and ancient name for that of Rackrent in order to inherit the estates, but the stakes were large and he needed money, as every free-hearted, honest fei- low is apt to do. He gave the finest en- tertainments in the country; not man could stand after one of his dinners eX cept Sir Patrick himself, who could sit out the best man in the three kingdoms It was Jason Quirk, a remarkably shrewd lad and a great favorite with Condy, who first figured out that in case Sir Kit Rackrent should die chidless, as he seemed likely to do, his distant rela- tive the bare-footed boy, would become Sir Condy.
 Sir Kit had married a Jewess for her money and upon her refusing to give it up he had locked her in her room where he kept her prisoner for seven long years. Always when there was company at dinner Sir Kit would say to a servant: My compliments to Lady Rackrent and the company is drinking her health. And inquire of her if there is anything at table she would like to have sent her" The servant would come back from his sham errand with: My Lady Rackrent g compliments to the company and she drinks their health and regrets that the state of her own will not perl,Nst of har joining them"
 Meantime Condy attended grammar school where Jason Quirk helped hirn over the rough places as became a faith full lad whose grandfather had been coachman to old Sir Patrick and whose father was still a servant at the castle. But mostly Condy loved to go galloplng over the country with Sir Kits hunts man, stopping at the cabins for a sip of burnt whisky In an egg shell to warm his heart, and do him good and drive the cold out of his stomach
 When of proper age he went up tC Dublin college and thence to London to
 
 orphaned boy had inherited from either of his parents and his friends thought 1t right for him to have some profession In case Sir Kit should be mean enough to dsappoint everybody by leaving direct heirs.
 But Sir Kit did not so disoblige. A false report of Lady Rackrent's death getting abroad, 1t turned out that Sir Kit had engaged himself to three dif- {,a f4of,, f,,,. xI each of the young ladies had a brother who called out the baronet. One of the brothers put a bullet through Sir Kit S heart and Lady Rackrent scamped off to London as fast she could get away. The same wind that carried the perse- cuted widow to England brought Sir Con- dy to Ireland. Well Jason" said he. ''how is the rising young attorney?'-fo' Jason Quirk was an attorney now-"and how much money do get year? I have always left all my business affairs to you, and now you shall be my agent and man. age the estate and bring back the good old days of Sir Patrick to the castle.
 "Ah, Sir Condy,' replied Jason, casting down his sharp little eyes demurely, you know that while you have lived in Lon don many of the tenants and some of the towns people have advanced you money on notes-as I have done myself-and these, with interest, have so mounted up that-that I fear"
 Well, out with it, never mind the de- tails. Mo- I don't want to look at the notes. I leave all that to you. How much is it?"
 sir Condy," said Jason. looking the young baronet straight in the face. with a great nominal rent roll, you will not be able to touch a hundred pounds of this years income"
 ''whew. so bad as that. But I must have money, Jason.
 The result of the conference was that Jason undertook to keep things going and for his own claims took a lease of some land which had just fallen in and imme- dately sublet it, clearing e200 year by the transaction.
 The first ride Sir Condy must take over his estates. somehow led him by the cabin where lived little Judy McQuirk, the sd-cheeked Irish lass who used to hand I'm his eggshel of whisky when, riding t with the huntsman of morning. he '-- rAirn before her fathers door-as