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

IN pf.s0t - sight. but they've let mn,
free, don't know why. =. .ha Gov
was because of what ne tolu 'n Two
eminent about the French navy. 70
soon the ioy of life sob itself oown no
80 sorr Garth. When took MN .ns
n.ws of his fathers DEATH anu - .
him the creditors we're e.not do
what was left Of Playrlore' WIZ"
Won think he didY' ~. h,s
Old christopher Dogan smiieu
oves twinkled with mirth WHICH no1
more pain than ga1ety. Ala
"God love you, / know what ne uiu.
He flung out his hands and sa.u' ,
It col It's nothing to me- M''A
have l said trueY
Michael nodded. od
almost his very words you We 49,
I'D no aun9 out his hands, as you
said" - .,av,ve
kent the clothes he had when ne wen
to prison and he'll come out IN tnein'
I'm thinking" ,.,
"Ah, mol" interrupted Micna
"rhat can't be, for his clothes was
stole. Only a week ago he sent 70 ne
for a suit of my own. wouloht nave
| him wear my clothes-he a gentie-
mani It wasn't fitting. So sent MIN
a suit I bought from a shop, Dut ne
wouldn't have it. He would leave
nrison a Door man, as peasant III
peasants clothes. So he wrote 10 me-
Here is the letter." He drew from MS
nocket a sheet Of paper, and spread
# ont. "See-read 1t. All, well, never
mind" he added, as old Christopher
shook his head. "Never mind, III
read It to your Thereupon he read
the note, and added: "Well see MIN
Of the Calhouns risin' high beyant
poverty and misfortune some day..
Old Christopher nodded.
I'm glad Miles Calhoun was buried
on the hilltop above Playmore. he
had his day; he lived his life. Things
went wrong with him. and he PAID the
price we all must pay for work Ill
DONE"
There you're right, Christopher
Dogan. and l remember the day the
downfall began. 1t was when him
that's now Lord Mallow, governor OF
Jamaica, came to summon Calhoun to
Dublin, Things were never the same
after that; but I well remember one
talk I had with Miles Calhoun just be-
fore his death: Michael he said to
me, my family have had many ups
and downs, and some that bear my
name have been in prison before this.
but never for killing man out OF
fair fight One of your name may
be in prison, SIR said l, but not for
killing a man out Of fair fight. II
you believe he did. there's no death
bad enough for your He was silent
for a while; then at last he whispered
Mr.. Dyck's name, and said to me
Tell him that as a Calhoun / love
him, and as his father love him ten
} times more. For, look you, Michael
though we never ran together. but
ouarreled and took our own paths, yet
we are both Calhouns. and my heart
is warm to him. II my son were 9
thousand times a criminal, neverthe
. less would ache to take him by the
hand"
"Hushl Look at the prison gate
; said his companion and stood up.
As the gates of the prison opened
the sun broke through the clouds ane
gave q brilliant phase to the scene
l 80 <No
yet firmly, dressed in peasant clothes
the stalwart but faded figure of Dycl
Calhoun.
Terribly changed he was. He hat
entered prison with the flush upon hi
, cheek, the tilt Of young manhood ii
!. his eyes, with hair black and hand
, slender, and handsome. There wa
no look Of youth In his face now. !
was the face Of a middle-aged mai
. from which the dew Of youth had van
ished. into which life's storms ha
: come and gone. Though the body wa
: held erect, yet the head was thrus
: slightly forward, and the heavy eye
brows were like a penthouse. TIL
eyes were slightly feverish, and roun
: the mouth there crept q smile, halt
: cynical, but little happy. All fresh
, ness was gone from his hands. On
: hung at his side, listless. corded; tn
. other dotted his hat in reply to tn
;. salute Of his two humble friends.
= Al the gates closed behind him b
looked gravely at the two men, VIII
were standing not foot apart. Ther
swept slowly into his eyes, enl&rgin,
Frightening them, the glamor Of til
= Celtic soul. OF all Ireland, or all VII
!. had ever known him, these two wei
the only ones welcoming him into Ii
world again!
Michael Clones, with his oval re
. face, big nose. steely eyes and stea'
= fast bearing, had in him the soul .
= great kings. His hat was set firml
on his head. His knee breeches wei
neat, II coarse; his stockings wei
!. clean. His feet were well shod, b
"a coat worn, and he had still the Loo
- that belongs to the well-to-do pea
y ant. He was a figure Of courage al
"a endurance.
NJ Dyck's hand went out to him n