The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1909-10-28
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Soldiers OF fortune. Of fame and
name. We're plentiful in those days.
but seamen Of equal hote were few.
And with this mans name the world
had lately rung. An Irishman, he had
risen high In Queen Anne's service;
but at her death. melted by his devo-
ton to the Stuarts, he had made a
move Tor them at a critical moment.
He had been broken, being already a
notable man, on which he had entered
the Spanish marine and been advanced
to a position of rank and power. In
Ireland his life was forfeit; Great
Britain counted him renegade and
ognized, though grateful to his vanity,
was a shock to his discretion.
wei and knowing me?" he replied
at last, with the tail of his eyes on
the bishop, as If he would gladly gain
a hint from his subtlety. What Of
| me?"
You have your home, your rank,
your relations abroad" Colonel Sulli-
van answered firmly. III a descent on
the coast be a part of your scheme,
with us. We shall suffer while you sail
away"
II fling that in your teeth" Cam
mock cried. II know you too, sir,
anu -
You know no worse of me than of
yourself!" Colonel Sullivan retorted.
But il you do indeed know me, you
know that I am not one to stand by
and see my friends led blindfolded to
certain ruin. It may suit your plans
to make a diversion here. But hat
diversion is a part Of the larger schemes.
and the fate Of those who make it is
little to you"
Cammock's hand flew to his belt, he
took a step forward. his face suffused
with passion. For half as much I
May be, butt
Peace, peace my friends" the bishop
interposed. He laid a warning hand
on Canlmock's arm. This gentleman"
he continued smoothly. thinks he
speaks for our friends outside"
Let me speak, not for them, but to
them" Colonel Sullivan replied i'm
pulsively. Let me tell them what 1
thing of his scheme, of its chances,
of it's certain end!"
He moved, whether he thought they
would let him or not, toward the win
before he found his progress barred.
What is this?" he exclaimed.
Needs must go with so impulsive a
gentleman" the bishop said. He had
not moved, but at a signal from him
The McMurrough, the O'Beirnes and
w VI lit OlllSI young IlGl udQ thrust
themselves forward. You must give
up your sword, Colonel Sullivan" he
continued.
The colonel retreated a pace and
evinced more surprise than he felt.
Give up-do you mean that I am a
prisoner" he cried. He had not drawn,
but two or three of the young men had
done SO, and Flavia, In the background
by h fire, was white as paper-so
suddenly had the shadow of violence
fallen on the room.
You must surrender" the bishop re-
peated firmly. He too was a trffle pale,
but he was used to such scenes and he
spoke with decision. Resistance is
vain. I hope that with this lady in the
Zone moment" the colonel cried, rails
ing his hand. But as The McMurrough
and the others hesitated he whipped out
his sword and stepped two PAGES to one
seen. He now had the table behind
him and Uncle Uliek on his left hand.
"One moment" he repeated, raising his
hand in depreciation and keeping his
point lowered you consider-
mock answered grimly. And signing to
one of the men to join Darby at the
door, he drew his c%utlass. you know
too much to go free, sir, that Is GER
tain"
Ay. LATIN, you DO, line MCMur-
rough chimed in with a sort of glee.
He was at Tralee yesterday, no less.
Well have the garrison here before the
time!"
But by the powers. Uncle Ulick
cried, we Shall not burt him! Your
reverence!"-the big mans voice shook
your reverence, this shall not be!
It's not in this house they shall murder
him, and him a Sullivan! Fiavia!
Speak, girl" he continued, the perspi-
ration standing on his brow. Say
yell not have it. After all, it's YOU
house! There shall be no Sullivan blood
split in 1t, while / am standing by to
prevent it"
h let him give up his sword!',
Yes, let him give up his sword"
Flayia said, in a small voice.
Colonel Sullivan" the bishop inter-
posed, stepping forward, .I hope you'll
hear reason. Resistance is vain. Give
up your sword and
and presto!" Cammock cried, cor
a X n consequencesio He had edged
his a while the bishop spoke, round
Ulick and round the head of the table.
Now. with his foot on the bench. he
was ready at a word to spring on the
table and take the colonel In the rear.
It was clear that he was a man of ac-
ton. Down with your sword, SIR, he
cried fatty.
icontinued Next Wee:<)
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