The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1921-11-17
Continued from Last Week.
CHAPTER vi &c
Mother and Dauqhter.

uon. | believe he's guilty, mother"
The girls fine eyes shone with feel
ihg-with protest, indignation, anguish.
Sheila Llyn was champion who
would fight to the last gasp for any
cause she loved.
Let us go to Dublin, mother" she
said with determined air, after
reading the clipping.
why, my dear?"
The woman's eyes, with their long
lashes, looked searchingly into her
daughters face. She felt, as the years
went on, that Sheila had gifts granted
to few. She realized that the girl had
resources which would make her Il
governing influence in whatever
sphere of life she should be set
Quietly, Sheila was taking control of
their movements, and indeed of her
own daily life. The girl had domi-
mating skill which came in part from
herself, and also to degree from her
rather; but her disposition was not
her father's-it was her mothers
Sheila had been told by her mother
that her father had passed away
abroad when she was little child.
she had never seen her fathers pic
ture, and her mother had given her
the impression that their last days to-
gether had not been happy. Size had
always felt that it was better not ia
inquire too closely into her fathers
life.
She was as bonny lass as ever
the old world produced-lithe, with n
body like that of boy, strong and
pleasant of face, with a haunting beau
ty in the eyes, majesty of the neck
and chin, and carriage which had
made Michael Clones call her queen
She saw DyCk only as a happy. wild
son of the hilltop. To her he WAS Il
man of mettle and worth, irresponsi-
BILE because he had been given no re
sponsibllity. He was country gentle
man of Ireland with all the interest
and peril of the life of a country
gentleman.
mother. We could help him, perhaps
Sheili insisted.
Tile mother shook her head INQUIRE
fully.
MY child, we could do him no good
at all---none Whatever Besides, | can't
afford 10 visit Dublin now. It's an
expensive journey, and The repairs
we've been doing here have run me
close. My dear, our best place is here.
OF one thing I'm sure-if Dyck Cal
houn killed Erris Boyne, Boyne de-
served 1t. OF one thing I'm certain
beyond all elSe--it was no murder.
Mr.. Calhoun wasn't II man 10 murder
any one | don't believe"-her voice
became passionate-"h committed the
murder. and / don't believe lie will be
hanged"
The girl looked at her mother with
unveiled surprise. "Oh, dearest, dear-
est :" she said. II believe you do care
for him. Is it because he has no
mother, and you have no SOM
at may be so, beloved
with impulse Sheila swept herArms
around her mothers neck and drew the
fine head to her breast.
At that moment they heard the clat-
tor of hoofs, and presently they saw
horse and rider pass the window,
Its a government messenger, molh-
en-" SheiIa said.
AS Sheila said, It was a government
messenger, bearing packet to Mrs
Llyu-a letter from her brother in
America, whom she had not seen for
many years.
The brother, Bryan Llyn, had gone
out there as young man before the
Revolutionary war. He had prospered,
taking sides against England In the
war, and became man of Importance
in the schemes of the new republican
government. Only occasionally had
letters come from him to his sister,
and for nearly eleven years she had
not had a single word from him.
Shella watched her mother reading
and saw that great emotion possessed
her, though the girl could not know
the cause. Presently. however. Mrs
Llyn, who had read the letter from
her brother. made a, joyful exclamn-
ton.
What Is 1t. mother dear?" Shella
asked eagerly. Tell me-"
The mother made a passionate GEES
ture of establishment and Joy: then
she leaned back In her chair and
closed her eyes, with the letter-which
was closely written, in old-fashioned
punctiliousness-in her. hands.
"Oh, my dear, my dear" she said.
How strange X all is! Your Uncle
Bryan Is Immensely rich. He has no
children and no family; his health IL
falling
She seemed able to get no further.
well, what is 1t. motherY asheu
Shella again.
For an instant Mrs. Llyn hesltaleu'
then she put the letter into Sne'ia
hands.
Read 1t. my child" she SAID. 1t
for you as much as for me--lhueeu'
more for you than for me.
Sheila took the letter. IL ran us
follows:
Dearest Sister:
I at N