The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1921-11-26

coat button. Ills eyes blinked hard.
"You don't see," he continued, 1.-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, believe it would be to
your credit-I'n 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. "T've
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 I 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 lit"
asked Miles Calhoun.
II ulltTcut-lt UlAcICuts
"Ah, it's wOman!"
"Never mind what 1t Is. I will not
tell. There are things more shameful
than DEATH"
Eyes," snarled the old man. "Rath-
er than save yourself, you bring
dishon0r upon him who gave you
BIRTH"
Dyck's face was submerged in color.
Father" said he. ION my honor /
wouldn't hurt you If / 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 II told
"By God, I think you are some mad
dreamer slipped out. Of the ancient
fold! Do you know where you arel
You're in jail. If you're found guilty,
you'll be sent to prison at least for
the years that'n spoil the making OF
your life; and you do it because you
think you'll spare somebody. Well
I ask you to spare me. We've been
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
"As the ancients said, ais volat pro
priis-I will fly with my own wings
Come veal, come woe. come dark
| oor,o Ifrh< hoyo 6yod INV mind onf
nothing shall change it. You lovet
my mother better than the rest Of thu
world. You would have thought It NJ
shame to have said so to your owl
father. Well, say 1t to you'll
stand by what my conscience ant
my soul have dictated to me. YOU
call me a dreamer. Let it be SO
I'm Irish; I'm a Celt. I've DRUM
deep Of all that Ireland means. Al
that's behind me is my own, back t.
the shadowy kings Of Ireland, who los
life and gave it because they believes
in what they did. So will l. If IN
to walk the hills no more on the es
tate where you are master, let 1t b
so. have no fear; want no favor
II 1t is to be prison, then 1t shall b
prison. II 1t is to be shame, then lie
1t be shame. These are days whe
men must suffer II they make mis-
takes. Well, / will suffer, fearlessl
If helplessly, but will not break tn
oath which I have taken. And so
will not do Neutrality-suspicious.
"But Of one thing have 70
thought?" asked his father. "Yo
will not tell the cause Of the quarre
for the reason that you might hui
somebody. II you don't tell the caus'
and you are condemned, won't ths
hurt somebody even moreT
For. q moment Dyck stood silen
absorbed. His face looked pinche'