The diamond drill., 1921-08-13

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had been changed from murder to
manslanghter. though II seemed clear
that Boyne had been rufhlessly killed
by man whom he had. befrfended.
On one OF the days OF the trial.
Dyck's father. bowed. morose. and
OBSTINATE. came 10 see him
Miles Calhoun looked at hrs son
with detection His eyes wandered
over the grimly furnished cell. His
nose smelled the damp OF It. and
suddenly the whole soul Of him burst
forth.
"You don't give yourself chance
OF escape, Dyckl You know what
Irish juries are Why don't you tell
the truth about the quarrel7 WHAT'S
the good OF keeping your mouth shut,
when there's many that would profit
by your telling itY"
Who would profit2- asked Dyck.
who would proHtr' snaried the
old man. "weil, you would profit
first. for II might break the dark chain
Of circumstantial evidence. Also your
father would profit I'd be saved
shame. perhaps; I'd get relief from
this disgrace. Oh. man, think OF
others besides yourselfi"
'srhink OF others r. said Dyclt, and
a queer smile lighted his haggnrd
face "rd save myself II I honor
ably could"
The old man fumbled with a waist
coat button. His eyes blinked hard.
"You don't SEQ" he continued. 'the
one thing that's plain 10 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 II is, ] believe II would be TO
your credit-rll say that for you II
Il was TO your credit. even II they be-
lieve you guilty OF killing Erris Boyne.
they'd touch you lightly. An, In the
name OF the mother you loved, ask
you 10 tell the truth about the quar-
rel In the name OF Cod"
Don't speak To me like that" In
terrupted Dyck. with emotion. "Tve
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 itf'
asked Miles Calhoun Ill
"It's dIfrerent--it's different"
-Ah. It's a womanl"
Never mind whnt II Ia will not
tell There are things more shameful
than death"
Yes" snaried the old man. "Rath-
sr than save yourself, you bring
dlshonor upon him who gave you
birth"
Dyck's face was submerged In color.
-FAther," said he, "on my honor
wouldn't hurt you II could help II.
but I'll not tell the world OF the quar-
rel between that man and myself. My
silence may hurt you, but II would
hurt some one else far more II told"
'By God, think you are some mad
dreamer slipped out of the ancient
fold Do you know where you aref
You're In jail. II you're found guilty.
you'll be sent 10 prison at least for
the years that1l spoil the making OF
your life; and you do It because you
think youll spare somebody. Well,
| ask you 70 spare me. We've been
a rough race, we Calhouns; we've
done mad, bad things perhaps, but
none has shamed MS before the world
none but you"
Il have never shamed you. Miles
Calhoun" replied his son sharply.
-As the nncients said. alis volat pro
prils-I will fly with my own wings
Come veal. come woe, come dark,
come light, have fixed my mind, and
nothing shall change n You loved
my mother better than the rest OF the
world You would have thought II no
shame 70 have said 80 20 your own
father. Well. say II 20 you-I'n
stapd by what my conscience and
my soul have dictated 70 me. You
call me dreamer. let II 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, bnck to
the sha @H, dngs of ireland. who lost
life and gnve II becnuse they believed
IA what they did SO will !. IL I'm
70 walk the hills no more on the es
tate where you are master. let II be
go | have no fear; wnnt no favor.
II II Is 70 be prison. then II shall be
prison II II Is 10 be shame. then let
II be shame. These are days when
men must suffer II they make mis-
takes. Well. viii suffer, fearlessly
II helplcssly, but l VIII not break the
oath which / have taken. And so l
will not do r-never-neverl
"But Of one thing have you
thoughtf" asked his father. you
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