The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1921-11-24
Continued from Last Week.
CHAPTER VII
Dyek's Father Visits Him.

1ected invasion of Ireland by the
French fleet, and saying that 1t had
come to him from sure source. The
government had at once taken action.
Regarding the death Of Boyne, the
only living thing in. his favor was
that his own sword point was free
from stain. His lawyer made the ut
most of this, but to no avail. The
Impression In the court was that both
men had been drinking; that they
had quarreled. and that without
duel being fought Dyck had killed
his enemy.
That there had been no duel was
clear frou the fact that Erris Boyne's
sword was undrawn. The charge,
however, on the instigation of the
attorney general. who was grateful
for the information about France
had been changed from murder to
manslaughter, though it seemed clear
that Boyne had been ruthlessly killed
by man whom he had befriended.
On one of the days Of the trial,
Dyck's father bowed. mOrose, and
obstinate came to see him.
Miles Calhoun looked at his son
with detection. His eyes wandered
over the grimly furnished cell His
nose smelled the damp of 1t, anu
suddenly the whole soul of him burst
forth.
You don't give yourself a chance
of escape, Dyck You know what
Irish juries are. Why don't you tell
the truth about the quarrel2 What's
the good of keeping your mouth shut,
by your telling it?'
"Who would protit?" asked Dyck.
"Who would profit?" snarled the
old man. well. you would profit
first, for 1t might break the dark chain
of circumstantial evidence. Also your
b father would profit. I'd. be saved
shame perhaps; I'd get relief FROM
this disgrace Oh. man, think Of
others besides yourself"
Think of others" said Dyck, and
queer smile lighted his huggard
face. I'D save myself II | honor
ably could
The old man fumbled with d waist
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. II the truth were told, what
ever 1t Is. | believe 1t would be To
your credit-Tl say that for you. II
] II was to your credit. even If they be-
1 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" III
! terrupted Dyck. with emotion. i've
thought of all those things. 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 TT"
asked Miles Calhoun.
ITS different--it's different"
"Ah, It's woman!"
"Never mind whit II is. will not
tell. There are things more shameful
, than DEATH
eyes" snarled the old man. "Rath-
or than save yourself, you bring
dlshonor upon him who gave you
birth"
Dycks fnce was submerged IN color
Father" said he, ION my honor
wouldn't hurt you II | could help It,
but III not tell the world of the quar-
rel between that man and myself My
silence may hurt you. but 1t 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. II 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 1t because you
think you'll spare somebody. Well,
| ask you to spare me. We've been
done mad, bad things, perhaps, but
none has shamed us before the world
--none but you"
Il have never shamed you, Miles
Calhoun" replied his son sharply.
AS the ancients said, ais volat pro
prlis-l will fly with my own wings
Come veal, come woe come DARK
come light have fixed my mind ana
nothing shall change 1t. You loVea
my mother better than the rest OF the
world. You would have thought II no
shame to have said so to your own
/ father Well say It to Nou-i III
stand by what my conscience anu
my soul have dictated 10 me. lou
call me a dreamer. Let II ne 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
tho cba1o,x, t.;poc of Ireland, who lost