The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1910-02-24
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~ BY Stanley J. Weyman. 49,

L uDStdiTS.
He is"
And recoverin=?"
He is. glory pei"
Nor that same's not the best news
Of him. Morty said with a grin. Nor
the last"
was the lase word you spoke!"
What are you meaning?" Uncle
Ulick asked.
Hes turned" said Morty. mo less!
Turned! He's what his father was be-
fore him. Mr.. Sullivan-come back to
Holy Church and not a morning u
Father O'Hara's with him."
"Turned!v Uncle Ulick cried. Luke
Asgill, the justice? Boys, you're max
ing fun of me-" And, unabl to believe
what the O'Beirnes told him, he Doh
to Flavia for confirmation.
1T is true" she said.
"Bedad. it is?' Uncle Ulick replied.
Then I'll not be surprised In all my
life again. More by token, there's only
one thing left to hope for, my jewel.
and that's certain. Canno you do the
same to the man that's beside your
Flavia glanced quickly at Colonel
John, then. with a heightened color, she
looked again at Uncle Ulick. That's
what / cannot do" she said.
But the blush and the smile that &C
companied 1t, and something perhaps In
the way she hung oward her neighbor
as she turned to him, told Uncle Ulick
all. The big man smacked the table
with his hand till the platters leaped
from the board.
Holy poker!" he cried, lis it that
you're meaning? And I felt 1t, and
I didn't feel 1t, and you sitting there
there f%orenent me, IND prating as IL
butter would melt in your mouth! 1t
is so, is it? But there, the red of your
cheek is answer enough"
For Flavia was blushing more bright
ly than before, and Colonel John was
smiling, and the two young men were
laughing openly.
you must get Flavia alone" Colonel
John said, "and perhaps she'll tell YOU"
"Bedad it's true, n / felt 1t In the
air." Ulick Sullivan answered, smiling
all over his face. "Ho, no! Ho, no! In
deed you've not been idle while I've
been away. Blu what does Father
O'Hara say, eh?"
THE father Flavia began in q
small voice.
"Ay, what does the Father say?"
He says Flavia continued looking
down demurely, that it's a rare stick
that's no gend in IL and-and It's q very
little use looking for it ON a dark night.
Besides. he she glanced at her
neighbor, "he said he'd be master, you
know, and what could l do?"
"Then it's the very wrong way he's
gone about it," Uncle Ulick cried, with
a chuckle. For there's nc married
man that l know that's MASTER! It's
you my jewel, ave put the comether
on him, and I'll trust you to keep 1t
there!"
But into that we need not 80. Our
task is done. Whether Flavia's high
eled the road together in unbroken
amity, or with no more than the jars
which the accidents Of life occasion,
1t does not fall within this story to tell.
Probably the w had their chickering's
which did not sever love. But n
thing may be taken for granted: In
that part of Kerry the king over the
water, IL his health was some times
drunk OF an evening, stirred up no
second trouble. Nor when the AS con-
vulsed Scotland and shook England
to its center, did one man at Norris
town raise his hand or lose his life.
For SO much at least that windswept
corner Of Kerry, beaten year in and
year out by the Atlantic rollers. had to
thank Colonel Sullivan.
Nor for that only. In many unnamed
ways his knowledge of the world
blessed those about him. And above
all, his neighbors owned the influence
of n who, with a reputation gained
at the swords point, stood resolutely,
a. loilo LII 6hNS upoIl Ills oWh
hearth, for peace. More than a century
was to elapse before private war ceased
to be the amusement of the Irish gent
ry. But in that part of Kerry, and
during a score Of years, the name and
weight Of Colonel Sullivan, of Norris
town, awaited to quiet many a brawl
and avert many a meeting.
To follow the men of spirit beyond
the point where their fortunes cease
to be entwined with those of better
men Is a pro1tless task. James Nc
Murrough, found wandering where all
favored him, was not likely to rise
above his nature where the odds, were
equal and all men his rivals. What
he did in Galway City, how long he
tarried there and whittier he went aft
erward in the vain search for a place
where q man could swagger without
courage and ruf1e 1t without conse-
quences, 1t matters not to inquire.
Luke Asgill. who could rise as much
above the McMurrough as he could
fall below him, was redeemed, one may
believe. by the good that lurked In
him. He lay many weeks on a sick
bed, n returned to everyday life an
other man. For. whereas he had sue
cumbed a passionate lover Of Flavia,
he rose wholly cured Of that passion.
1t a ebbed from him with his blood
or waned with his fever. And where
as he a before sought both gain
and power, restrained by as few
scruples as the worst men of q bad
age. he rose a pursuer Of both, but
within bounds. Close listed, at Father
O'Hara's instance, he could open his
hand. Hard. at the fathers prayer
he would at times remit a rent or ex-
tend a bond. Ambitious, he gave up
for his souls sake, the office which
endowed him with power to Cypress.
There were some who scoffed behind
his back, but in truth, as far as the
mans reformation went, II was real
The hours he had passed in the pres
ence of death. h thoughts he had had
while life was low in him were not
forgotten In his health. The strong ma
ture, slow to take al impression, was
stiff to retain 1t. A moody, silent man,
going about his business with a face
to match the sullen boys Of his native
land, paid one tribute only to the wom-
an he had loved and forgotten-he died
a bachelor.