Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1908-08-08 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER VII. A few days after this Peggy and Violet went up to sea Mary Mooney. She was ill. She received them with the usual courtesy of having never re. covered Rialto's awful death, the Irish peasant, but the girls were grieved, at the change in the handsome old face. "Sure if I knew bow it was with her," she said, soleninly, "I'd rest aisy, but-who kila her; no man done it; it's divil's work. Maybe he's got her. Father Faley's doing all he can for her, but she nicer heeded him alive, and haw can he sarve her nowt Sure whin she was a slip of tin he tried to convert her, but she ris her little hand and slapped him in the face, and thin she smiled at hint, bles her, and he was that taken wid her he forgave her and when she was bigger she'd sing in the chapel a time or two, but she'd niver go to confession nor to Mass. Oh, Ria, Ria," she moaned, "where's your aaul nowl" The girls listened in silent sympathy. They were Protestants, but in common with most of the Irish gentry they had a tender respect for the religion and superstitiore. of the peasants. The old woman rocked herself to and fro in an agony of grief. "I wish we could find out who murdered her," said Violet "It's such a terrible thing about Mr Turnbull being accused." "Alit so it was a terrible thing for the poor gentleman! He never done it, nor no man I" " Yes, Mary, someone did it," Violet said, sternly, and I am going to find out who it was." "I wish you could.," moaned the old woman. "If it was not the ould boy himself; maybe he hadn't such a strong grip of her. But I'm none so certain who would have hurt Ria. The valley is silent now without her singing, and empty without her face. She wee the pride of the Glen, she was; who would have hurt. her?"  1117111  girls,  rose 6  not  socii  not  Thie krew thet would .vx:rn wiaa,t his not matter roadsille, he him and often thoul  with  posil  take  _ "If it is proved that some human hand killed her you wil not be in such despair' Mary," said Peggy, softly. "It's dreadful that idea you have got about the devil." " Miss Peggy, as sure as I live this day, I hears her wailing round the house o' nights. I'm quick of hearing, and she comes up the hill regular. She stands at the spot where we found her and moans; and then on she comes and walks round the house, and her step that was so light is heavy." "Have you seen her, Mary?" said Violet. "No, miss; she'll come in some night and it'll be the death o' me; she's not aisir or right in herself at all." "DOefi Mick bear her?"  " Mick !is it him he wouldn't hear a cannon gun a this ear! He's quare is Mick; it was Ria this and Ria the other, and now he won't speak the Poor darlint's name. .kh! men's quare." "Perhaps," said Peggy, gently, "he feels it too much to talk."  "How well I can talk about her, the erature ! What harm would it do him, Miss Peggy? It's out o' sight out o' mind with the men; when I'm gone he'll he after another in no time. And Ria was that fond o' him, from the time he brought her borne a wee crature hardly able to stand, she'd listen for him. It was his last voyage when he found her. I believe he wouldn't lave the &Rd_ Anyway he settled down to farm the minute he came home. And now its Rib, Mary,' or taldn' up his newspaper if I talk of Ria to him." She wiped her eTes. 'did the girls looked at her fu sympathy for her grief, but feeling very sorry for  11.49°51 " mud Pf " ing, who fra ae 1