The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1921-09-23

ever It Is, I believe 1t would be te
your credit-Tll say that for you. II
1t was to your credit. even II they be-
lieve you guilty Of killing Erris Boyne.
they'd touch you lightly. All, In the
name Of the mother you loved. l ask
you to tell the truth about the quar-
rell In the name Of Cod"
Don't speak to me like that" in
terrupted Dyck, with emotion. "Fve
thought Of all those things. I hold
my peace becaus>becaHse l hold my
peace. To speak would be to hurt
some one 1 love-aye. to hurt some
one love with all my SOUL"
"And you won't speak to save me-
your father-because you don't lsve
me with all your soull Is that it7"
asked Miles Calhoun. :.
"It's different-it's different"
"Ah. it's a ,womanI"
"Never mind what it is. will not
tell. There are things more shameful
than death"
"Yes," snarled the old man. "Rath-
sr than save yourself, you bring
dishonor upon him who gave you
birth"
Dyck's face was submerged In color.
Father" said he. ION my honor I
wouldn't hurt you If l could help II,
but I'll not tell the worlc Of the quar-
rel between that man and myself My
silence may hurt you. but 1t would
hurt some one else far more II I told"
by God, think you are some mad
dreamer slipped out Of the ancient
fold! DO you know where you are7
You're in jail. If.you're found guilty.
you'll be sent to prison at least for
the years that1l spoil the making of
your life; -4nd you do II because you
think you'll spare somebody. Well.
I ask you TO spare me. We've been
q rough p4ce. we Caihou,s; we've,
done mad. bad thins4 perhaps. but
none has shamed US before the world
none hut ysu."
81 have never shamed you, Miles
Calhoun" replied his son sharply.
"As the ancients said. alis volat pro
prits-I will ny with my own wings.
Gene veal, come woe. come dark,
come light have fxed my mind. and
nothing shall change 1t. You loved
my mother better than the rest of the
world. You would have thought It no
shame to have said so to your own
father. Well. say It to you-Im
stand by what my conscience and
my soul have dictated to me. You
call me dreamer. Let 1t be SO.
I'm Irish: I'm a Celt. I've drunk
deep - all that Ireland means. All
that's behind me Is my own. back to
the shadowy kings Of Ireland. who lost
Afe and gave II because they believed
In what they did. So will l. II I'm
to walk the hills no more on the es-
tate where you are master. let 1t be
80. have no fear; want no favor.
II 1t 10 to BE- prison, then 1t shall bs
prison. II II II to be shame, then let
II be shame. These are days when
men must suffer II they make mis-
takes. Well. I will suffer. fearlessly
II helplessly, bst I will not break the
oath which I have taken. And 30
will not do it-never-never-ne
But Of one thing have you
theughtr' asked his father. "You
will not tell the cause Of the quarrel,
for the reason that you might hurt
somebody. II you don't tell the cause.
and you are condemned. won't that
hurt somebody even morer
Fer a moment Dyck steod silent,
absorbed. His face looked plnched,
Ais whole appearance shrivslsd. Then,
with deiiberattoo, hs sid:
This IL not Q matter e expe61-
eacy. bot e principle. Ny heart tells
No what to e. end ny heart Aas g.
ways been risht"
Thess was sl3enes foe . loog tiBs.
~ last the ~ maa asvW tAs eisak
Ghost Ais shoaldess and turned -
ward tAs 1eos.
s"Wait aissts, SAehee." said DyclL
Dsst o NE. eAat. Ysu'A bsttsf not
ee0o Nnd - Ne aGaia. II I'm Coz
dsmned. 60 hack to Playmore: II Tn
scquttsd. g bsck 10 P4aynors. 1hstis
he plaes fse yoS b b. You've 81
ys1P own trau6leo tAssNcS ~sAs - ::
-Aad yos-f you:ss ST frssT
II I'm acquitted. I'll take - ths
M ssas-tiil Tn cured"
4 moment later, without further
words Dyck was aloae. He heard the
dQor ciang.
h sat for some time on the edge
u his bed. buried In detection. Pres
emily. thowever, the door opened.
"A letter for you. sir" sad the
jauer.
Thr Iipht Of the cen was dim, hut
pvr!s r,crr~cf 70 read tho letter with.
cnt great u,ificuily, as the writing was