Weekly News. — 1891-01-15 (Blandford, Dorset, England)

THE WEEKLY NEWR, TP:ITRSIDAY, JANUARY 15. 1891.  man than Vincent Lorraine. NeedleAs to say th:v Rory disappeared with remarkable celerity, an once more hurried consultation was held as future proceedings. Lorraine drew hack from the window, and sat down, drawing Hyacinth to his side. " You are anxious," she said, nestling to him. looking up wistfully into his lace. " A little—for you, darling," he answered, caressing her soft hair. "I am not afraid, Vincent. I know what has most likely happened. Mother when she missed me would go up to Clanmorris and Drumahog, th to Clanmorris only. Terence would not know for certain we were besieged ; but if he did, he would act the same—ride straight oil to Trahone ano telegraph to Roscommon and Galway for con stables. He knows that Tracy—when he heard I was here—would come with a mob; and Terenc:does not believe in mob law, and would not wan you to be murdered ; and besides he knows als• that you would not yield to a mob." "Nay, verily. Ha! what is that ? " A confused sound of shouting and it:.mpiin came on the wind. Both sprang to their feet, an Hyacinth laid a sudden grip on her lover's arm turning white. " It is Tracy," she said, "he is coming here ha,li mad with a crowd to rescue me, as he believes. Vincent!"  He read the heat t's appeal in the pleading eyes. and kissing the trembling lips, said softly— " Heart of mine! is he not of your blood? Onb to defend your life or my own could I take his." He turned to the window—the sounds cam,. nearer, nearer, and were answered by shouts from the still concealed assailants. A moment latel and a confused mass of men and women— seemingly about a hundred or more—leaping. running, shouting—appeared in sight, and in the,: midst was a man on horseback, who seemed tt urge them forwards; as though they needed urging! "It is Mansfield," said Lorraine, " and he and his friends mean mischief; but they don't seem t( have many firearms among them—pickaxes, etc.. and plenty. Well, I must hold mv hand here, for. after all, their errand is justifiable—thinking a:they do. Besides, one might chance to hit a Woman."  _ As the mob came closer, Hyacinth recognised many of them, and named them, declaring that they were not men who would commit crime." "But they would do anything for me," she said, "and Tracy will hound them on—he seems almost beside himself."  It was a strange scene that now presented itself to Vincent Lorraine and his young betrothed. The besiegers mingled with the mob, and some of the women, rushing to the fallen men, rent the air with their shrieks and lamentations; in the midst of the tumult, Tracy was seen gesticulating towards the castle, but not a word that he spoke could be heard, even by those he addressed. They rent the air with shouts, amid whicll Hyacinth's name and Lorraine's were clearly distinguished. They would rescue her and kill him, the black-hearted ruffian, &c. As Appius Clatlius fared amid the Homan crowd so would Vincent Lorraine have fared just now if those people had got hold of him. Margaret Finnigan rushed up to the oak room to know what all the " shindy " was about, and cried out with horror at the sight of the angry mob without, and Misther Tracy leading them on.  "But sure, sorr," said she, " Misther Terence has gone for the sodgers, an' they'll be here misintly—Blissid Mary speed them!'  !To he continued.