The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-04-13

the spoils of war! That's the thini
in the French army that counts for s.
much-spoils of war. When they'r'
out on a country like this, they lie
their officers ~looSe-their officers ant
men. Did you ever hear tell of
French army being plnched for fod
der, or going thirsty for drink, o
losing it's head for poverty or indi
genceT
mo, l never did"
well, then, take the advice Of ar
officer of the French army resident il
Dublin" continued Boyne, laughing
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 a man as
ton, 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 w life, fearless, Independent
as 1t 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
iC will require holiness, skill and the
recklessness of perfect courage. Isn't
it good enough for your
whats the way to do it?" asked
Dyck, still holding on to his old self
grlmly. How is it to be done" He
spoke a little thickly, for, in spite Of
himself, the wine was clogging his
senses. 1t had been artistically
drugged by Boyne.
Listen to me, Calhoun" continued
Boyne. 1--WE known you now some
time. We've come in and gone out
together. This day vas inevitable.
You were bound to come to it one
way or another. Man, you have a
heart of iron; you have the courage
Of Caesar or Alexander; you have the
chance Of doing what nc E~nglisnman
could ever do-Cromwell, or any 9TH
er. Wen, then, don't you see the fate
full moment has come in Irish life and
history? Strife everywhere! Alone,
what al we do? 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 a
cause enlist your"
With a 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 well take heed. a..
II tell you this, Erris Boyne; there's
none has ever tried me as you have
done! What do you think / ana
thing of the dirty street corner, some
thing to be swept up and cast into the
furnace Of treason? Look, you! At
ter today you and l will never break
bread or drink wine together. No
by Heaven, no! / don't know whether
you've told me the truth or not, but
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 understandable your filthy
heart"
At that moment the door Of the
room opened, and a 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 a laugh, and
brought his fists down on the table
between them with a bang.
"By Joseph and by Mary, but you're
a patriot, Calhoun! L was trying to
test you. I was searching to find the
innermOst soul Of you. The French
fleet, my commission in the French
army, and my story about the landlord
are all boSh. If / meant what l told
you, do you think I'd have been "a
mad as to tell you so much, d--n Iii
Have you no sense, man? / wanted
to find out exactly how you stood
faithful or unfaithful to the crown
and I've found out. Sit down, si'
down, Calhoun, dear lad. Take your
hand Off your sword. Remember
these are terrible days. Everything
I said about Ireland is true. What
said about France is false. Sit down
mon, and If you're going to join the
kings army-as / hope and trust YOU
will-then here's something to hell
you face the time between" He threw
on the table q packet of notes