The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1910-02-24
.THE WILD GEESEA1
. BY Stanley J. Meyman.&
me, he said, that Luke Asgill's in bed

upstairs" -
is"
And recoverir-?"
.He is, glory oct"
Nor that same's not the best news
OF him" Mo:ty said with a grin. Nor
the last"
was the lase word you spoke"
Ulick asked.
Hes turned" said Morty. NO less!
Turned, He's what his father was be-
fore him. Mr.. Sullivan-come back to
Holy Church and not a morning but
Father O'Hara's with him"
Turned" Uncle Ulick cried. Luke
Asgill. the Justice? Boys, you're MAX
ing fun of me-" And, unable to believe
what the O'Beirnes told him. he looked
to Flavia for confirmation.
1T is true" she said.
"Bedad. it is?" Cncle Ulick replied.
"Then ri not be surprised in ali my
life again. More by token, there's only
Zone thing left to hope for, my jewel,
and that's certain. Cannot you do the
same to the man that's beside you?s
F'lavia 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 ac-
companied it, and something perhaps in
the way she hung toward her neighbor
as She turned to him, told Uncle Ulick
all. The big man smacked the table
from the board.
Holy poker::" he cried, lis IL that
you're meaning? And 1 felt it, and
I didn't feel it, and you sitting there
there forenent me, and prating as il
butter would melt in your mouth! 1t
is so. is it? But there, the red of your
cheek is answer enough!"
II For Fla via was hlDshipp moro 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. "an perhaps she'll tell you"
"Bedad it's true. and l felt it in the
all over his face. "Ho. no: Ho, no! In
deed you've not been idle while I've
been away. But what does Father
O'FIara say, eh?"
1.-THE father Flavia began in a
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 it and-and it's a very
! Besides. he"- she glanced at her
neighbor, h said he'd be master, you
know, and what could 1 do?"
~"Then it's the very wrong way he's
gone about it," Uncle Ulick cried, with
a chuckle. For there's no married
man that I know that's master. It's
you my jewel. ave put the comether
on him, and I'll trust you to keep it
there!"
But into that we need not go. Our
task. is done. Whether Flavia's high
spirit and her husbands gravity trav-
eled the road together IL unbroken
amity, or with no more than the Jars
L uyhfOh tho ooof1nrto ~ It%4 ~~~o-t -
1t does not fall within this story to tell.
Probably the two had their chickering's
which did not sever love. But one
thing may be taken for granted: In
that part Of Kerry the king over the
water, II his health was some times
second rouble 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, a 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 one who, with a reputation gained
at the swords poiLc, stood resolutely.
at fairs and %cocknights upon his own
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, availed 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 profitless task. James Nc
Murrough. found wandering wher all
favored him. was not likely to rise
equal and all men his rivals. What
he did in Galway City. how long he
tarried there n whittier he went aft
erward in the vain search for a place
where a man could swagge without
courage and ruf1e it 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 iurked in
him. He lay many weeks on a sick
bed. and returned to everyday life an
cumbed passionate lover of Flavia,
he rose wholly cured of that passion.
1t had ebbed from him with his blood
or waned with his fever. And where-
as he had before sought both gain
and power, restrained by as few
" NRsSS AS "OASS q u d OAO
age. he rose a pursuer Of both, but
within bounds. Close listed, at Father
O'Hara's instance, he could ope 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 sconed behind
his back. but in truth, as far az the
mans reformation went, 1t was real.
The hours he had passed in the pres
ence of death, the thoughts he had had
while life was low in him were not
forgotten in his health. The strong ma
ture, slow to take an Impression. was
stiff to retain II. A moody, silent man,
going about his business with a face
to match the sullen6 boys OF his native
land, paid n tribute only to the wom-
an he q loved and forgotten-he died
(THE END.)
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