Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1921-07-14

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to judge by the way he's clothed"
Fit company, them" his master
asked as he began to. open the heavily
sealed letter.
"Well, I'm not saying that, for
there's no company good enough for
u.s." answered the higgledy- piggledy
| butler, with a quirk of the mouth;
"but, as messengers go, I never seen
one with more style and point"
swell, bring him to me-" said Miles
Calhoun, and broke the seal of the
letter in his hand. Good Cod" he.
| added, after doing so, for he had just
realized that the stamp of the seal
was. that of the attorney general of
Ireland
Then. he opened the letter and read
it. A flush swept over his face, max
ing its red almost purple.
Eternal damnatiOn-eternal dam
nationw he declared holding the pa
per at arms lehg1h, inspecting it. He
then handed it to Dyck "Read that,
lad. Then pack your bag, for we start
fer Dublin by daylight or before"
Dych"read the brief document and
whisted softly to himself.
"Well, well, you've got to obey or
ders like that, l suppose" Dyck said.
They want to question us as to the
state of the country here"
81 think we can tell them something.
I wonder if they know hoW wide your
| travel is, how many people you see;
and if they know, how did they come
to know? There's spies all over the
place. How do / know but the man
who's just left this room isn't "a spy,
isn't the enemy of all of us here"
I'D suspect Michael Clones" re-
marked Dyck, Just as soon as Null
vaney," =
michael Clones" said his father
and he turned to Captain Ivy, "Mi-
chael Clones I'd trust as I'd trust his
blessed Rajesty, George III. He's a
rare scamp is Michael Clones He's
no thicker than a cardboard, but he
draws the pain out Of your hurt like
a mustard plaster. A man of better
sense and greater roguery I've never
met You must see him, Captain Ivy.
He's a'man of men, is Michael Clones"
The door opened and the butler en-
tered, followed, by a tall, thin Don
Quixpte, sort Of figure.
His F@tXceilencE" said Mulvaney,
with a look slightly malevoent, for
the visitor Yad refused his name. Then
he turned and left the room.
At Mulvaney's words, an ironical
smile crossed the face of the new
conner. Then he advanced to Miles
Calhoun. Before speaking, however,
he glanced sharply at Captain Ivy,
threw an inquisitive look at Dyck, and
said:
81 seem to have hurt the feelings of
your butler, sir, but that cannot be
helped. l have come from the attOr-
ney general. Ny name is Leonard
Mallow-Tm the eldest son of Lord
Mallow. I've been doing business in
Limerick, and l bring a message from
| Illt attorney StuCld al W dSh Noh W at
tend his office at the earliest moment.
I've seen strange things as | came.
I've seen lights on the hills, and drunk
en- rioters in the roads and behind
hedges and once a shot was fired at
me; but here l am, safe and sound.
carrying out my orders. What time
will you start?" he added.
Hetool it for granted that the sum
mons did not admit of rejection, and
he was right. The document contained
these words:
Trouble is brewing; indeed, il is at
hand. Come, please, at once to Dub
lin, and give the lord-lieutenant and
the government a report upon your
district We do not hear altogether
well of it. but I'VE are aware that no
one has the knowledge you possess. In
the name of his majesty you are here
by asked to present yourself at once
at these offices in Dublin, and be as
sured that the lord-leutenant will give
YOU warm welcome through me. Your
own loyalty gives much satisfaction
here and if you can bring useful in
formation much good may ensue. !
am, sir
your obedient servant
JOHN M'NOWELL."
"You have confidence in the peoples
LOYALTY here?" asked Mallow.
"As great as in my own answered
Dyck cheerily.
"Well, you ought to know what that
is. At the same time, I've heard
you're a friend of one or two dark
spirits in the land"
81 hold no friendships that would
do hurt to my country" answered
Dyck sharply.
Malow smiled satirically. "As we're
starting at daylight, l suppose, l think
I'll 60 to bed, if 1t may be you can
put me up"
"Oh, Lord, yes! We can put you
up, Mr.. Mallow," remarked the old
man. "You shall have as good a bed
as you can find outside the viceregal
lodge--a four-poster, very wide and