Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1921-08-04
CHAPTER vi.
Mother and Daughter.


The girls fine eyes shOne with feel
lng-with protest, Indignation, anguish.
Sheila Llyn was champion who
would fight to the last gasp for any
cause she loved.
"Let us 60 to Dublin, mother" she
said with determined air, after
reading the clipping.
"Why, my dear?"
The woman's eyes, with their long
lashes, looked searchingly into her.
daughters face. She felt, as the years
went on, that Sheila had gifts granted
to few. She realized that the girl had
resources which would make her n
governing influence in whatever
sphere of life she should be set.
Quietly, Sheila was taking control of
their movements, and indeed Of her
own daily life. The girl had domi-
mating skill which came In part from
herself, and also to degree from her
father; but her disposition was not
her father's-lt was her mothers.
Sheila had been told by her mother
that her father had passed away
abroad when she was a little child.
She had never seen her fathers pic
ture, and her mother had given her
the impression that their last days to-
gether had not been happy. She had
always felt that 1t was better not to
inquire too closely into her fathers
life.
She was as bonny lass as ever
the old world produced-lithe, with a
body like that Of a boy, strong and
pleasant Of face, with haunting beau
ty in the eyes, majesty Of the neck
and chin, and carriage which had
made Michael Clones call her a queen.
She saw Dyck only as happy, wild
son Of the hilltop. To her he was
man Of mettle and worth, irresponsi-
BILE because he had been given no. re-
spOnsibility. He was country gentle
man Of Ireland, with all the interest
and peril Of the life Of country
gentleman.
"Yes, we ought to 60 to Dublin,
mother. We could help him, perhaps"
Sheila insisted.
The mother shook her head mourn
fully.
my child, we could do him no good
at all-none whatever. Besides, can't
afford to visit Dublin now. It's an
expensive journey, and the repairs
we've been doing here have run me
close. My dear, our best place IS here.
OF one thing I'm sure-if Dyck Cal
houn killed Erris Boyne, Boyne de-
served 1t. OF one thing I'm certain
beyond all else-it was no murder.
Mr. Calhoun wasn't man to murder
any one. I don't believe"-her voice
became passionate-"he committed the
murder, and don't believe he will be
hanged"
The girl looked at her mother with
unveiled surprise. "Oh, dearest, dear.
est :" she said. II believe you do care
for him. Is it because he has no
mother, and you have no sOn?'
at may be so, beloved"
With impulse Sheila swept her arms
around her mothers neck and drew the
fine head TO her breast.
Al that moment they heard the clat-
ter of hoofs, and presently they saw
horse and rider pass the window.
ITS government messenger, moth
err" Sheila said.
AS Sheia said, 1t was government
messenger, bearing packet to Mrs.
Llyn-a letter from her brother in
America. whom she had not seen for
many years.
The brother Bryan Llyn, had gone
out there as young man before the
Revolutionary war. He had proSpered,
taking sides against England in the
war; and became man Of Importance
in the schemes Of the new republican
government. Only occasionally had
letters come from him to his sister,
and for nearly eleven years she had
not had n single word from him.
Sheila watched her mother reading.
and saw that great emotion possessed
her, though the girl could not know
the cause. Presently, however, Mrs.
Llyn, who had read the letter from