Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-09-03

who has the honor of being received
as the friend Of Mr.. Dyck Calhoun of
Playmore Take your hand in the
game that's going on For man as
young as you, with brains and ambi-
uon, there's no height he mightn't
reach in this country. Think of it,
Ireland free from English control:
Ireland, with all her dreams, living
her own life, fearless. independent.
as it was in days of yore. Why.
what's TO prevent you, Dyck Calhoun.
from being president of the Irish re-
public? You have brains. looks. skill
and a wonderful tongue. None but a
young man could take on the job. for
it viii require holiness. skill and the
recklessness Of perfect courage. Isn't
it good enough for you?"
whats the way to do it?" asked
Dyck. still holding on to his old self
grimly. How is it to be done? lie
spoke little thickly, for, in spite of
himself, the wine was clogging his
senses It had been artisticaly
drugged by Boyne.
Listen to me, Calhoun" continued
Boyne. I've known you now some
time. We've come in and gone our
together. This day was inevitable.
You were bound to come to it one
way or another Man, you have
heart of iron; you have the courage
Of Caesar or Alexander; you have the
CHI nee Of doing what no Englishman
could ever do-Cromwell or any 9th
er. Well, then, don't you see the fate
full moment has come in Irish life and
history? Strife everywhere. Alone,
what can we Go? Alone, if we try to
shake off the yoke that binds us we
shall be shattered, and our last end
be worse than our first But with
French ships, French officers and sol
diers, French guns and ammunition,
with the trained men Of the French
army to take control here, what ameli-
GRAFTON of our weakness, what con-
fidence and skill on our side Can
you doubt what the end will be? An
swer me, man; don't you see it all?
Isn't it clear to YOU? Doesn't such
cause enlist you?"
With 2 sudden burst Of primitive
anger, Dyck got to his feet, staggering
a little, but grasping the fatal mean
ing Of the whole thing He looked
Erris Boyne in the eyes. His own
were bloodshOt and dissipated, but
there was a look in them of which
Boyne might wei take heed.
Il tell you this, Erris Boyne; there's
none has ever tried me as you have
done! What do you think l ana
thing Of the dirty street corner, some
thing to be swept up and cast into the
furnace Of reason2 Look, you At
ter today you and l will never break
bread or drink wine together. No
by Heaven, no, l don't know whether
you've told me the truth or not, but
| think YOU have. There's this to say
Il shall go from this place to Dublin
castle, and shall tell them there
without mentioning your name--what
you've told about the French raid.
Now. look you, by God, you're a traitor
You oughtn't TO live, and if you'll send
your seconds to me I'll try and do
with you as l did with Leonard Nal
low. Only mark me, Erris Boyne.
I'll put my sword into your heart
You UNDERSTANDING your filthy
heart"
At that moment the door of the
room opened, and face looked in
for an instant-the face Of old Swim
ton, the landlord Of the Harp and
Crown. Suddenly Boyne's look
changed. He burst into laugh, and
brought his fists down on the table
between them with q bang,
by Joseph and by Mary, but you're
a patriot, Calhoun! ] was trying to
test you. was searching to find the
fnnermost soul Of you. The French
fleet. my commission In the French
army. and my story about the landlord
are all bosh. If ] meant what ! todd
YOU. do you think I'd have been 50
mad as TO tell you SO much, On it?
Have you no sense. man7 wanted
to find out exactly how you stood
faithful or unfaithful to the crown
and I've found out Sit down, sit
down. Calhoun, dear lad Take your
hand off your sword Remember,
these are terrible days. Everything
7 said about Ireland is true. What ]