The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1921-09-01

coat button. His eyes blinked hard.
"You don't see," he continued, "the
one thing that's plain to my eyes, and
it's this-that your only chance of
escape is to tell the truth about the
quarrel. If the truth were told, what
ever IT is, i believe 1t would be to
your credit-Tll say that for you. If
it was to your credit. even If they be-
lieve you guilty Of killing Erris Boyne.
they'd touch you lightly. All, in the
name of the mother you loved, / ask
you to tell the truth about the quar-
rel! In the name of Cod"
Don't speak to me like that" In
terrupted Dyck, with emotion. 1--WE
thought Of all those things. i hold
my peace because-because / hold my
peace. To speak would be to hurt
some one ] 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 love
me with all your soul! Is that it?'
asked Miles Calhoun.
ITS different-it's different"
"Ah, it's woman"
"Never mind what it is. ! will not
tell. There are things more shameful
than DEATH"
YES" snarled the old man. "Rath-
er 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 !
wouldn't hurt you if i could help 1t,
but I'll not tell the world of the quar-
rel between that man and myself My
silence may hurt you, but it would
hurt some one else far more If told"
by God, | think you are some mad
dreamer slipped out of the ancient
fold Do you know where you are?
You're in Jail. If you're found guilty,
you'll be sent TO prison at least for
the years that'll spoil the making of
your life; and you do il because you
think you'll spare somebody. Well,
ask you TO spare me. We've been
a rough race, we Calhouns; we've
done mad, bad things, perhaps, but
none has shamed us before the world
none but you"
II have never shamed you, Miles
Calhoun" replied his son sharply.
las the ancients said, ais volat pro-
priis-I will fly with my own wings.
Come veal, come woe, come dark,
come light, have fixed my mind, and
nothing shall change it. You loved
my mother better than the rest of the
world. You would have thought il no
shame TO have said so to your own
father. Well, / say it to you'll
stand by what my conscience and
my soul have dictated to me. You
call me a dreamer. Let 1t be so.
I'm Irish; I'm Celt. I've drunk
deep of all that Ireland means. All
that's behind me is my own, back to
the shadowy kings Of Ireland, who lost
life and gave ii because they believed
in what they did. So will /. If I'm
TO walk the hills no more on the es-
tate where you are master, let ii be
so. i have no fear; want no favor.
If II is 10 be prison, then 1t shall be
prison. If ii is to be shame, then let
1t be shame. These are days when
men must suffer if they make mis-
takes. Well, l will suffer, fearlessly
if helplessly, but / will not break the
oath which l have taken. And so /
will not do ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS 7"
But of one thing have you
thought?" asked his father you
will not tell the cause of the quarrel,
for the reason that you might hurt
somebody. If you don't tell the cause,
and you are condemned, won't that
hurt somebody even more?"
For moment Dyck stood silent,
absorbed. His face looked pinched,