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The amp of a Will-cred “and. cnnun x. Aw. beded. air, I don't mind tellin’ yeh obit. Shure now that we’re safe out av our thmbble it’s only too glad I em t' tell th‘ no? t' eny wan that‘lljlst let iviry wan know t at me good huebund, Pat Caseidy. nivir had not or part in th’ murdher av his onld Uncle Timâ€"God rest his now! lâ€"this fine Christmas eve; for it‘s he that wasn’t th’ bed wort! Well, air. me an' Pat was ooortinjâ€"jist pnllin’ e ooerd, as th’ seyin’ isâ€"for close on un’ two year. Not that he said much t' me for a long time ; but ehure. air. won't I t’ nee th' heart in his face whin he‘d meet me in the chapel-yard after mass av Bun- de’, or of. fair or gnarket, or whin we'd sit ‘ ~SA- -._ _ a--_.1_o ovenin' '2 He was a. fine straphin-lookin' boy, wid th’ best behavior av any wan ivit I met. but share. sir, he'll be in in a minit; halfnly jiat gettin' a creel av turf from th' I . ' ,7 1‘_L It's jiet about three years 0 since Pet asked me av I’d marry him. v coorae no decent girl would ea she would all at must; that ‘ud be a isgreoe t' her. So I kept quillin' up a. bit av me a rn as we war sittin' anundher th' hed e t at Snnda‘ evenin‘, an‘ the sorta. wor I sad. An’ beded, I don‘t mind tellin‘ yeh, air, that I don’t think I end an. a Word with th’ joy, tor I loved Petâ€"wel . eir, no, not as well u I love him now that he is me good hus- bend ; but I loved him as well no any girl cud love my boy before ehe’e ninrried t' him. Uuu IVIVWJ wv', ~'_-_- 7 , “ Mar Rooney." aez heâ€"shurp it's well I rimim :- iviry word be sad ; tn’ troth I could hardly hear his voiceâ€"“ faith it's th' breakin’u 0' me heart yeh are entirely! I'm that fond ay _yeh, guy: that I'd live ;n th' clippixih 0’ ti}: vivid y'eh, sooner no: in a. slated hops9_wianx wan 9199.". A; Well, bedad, I known ht was in ail-nest, and it's no motther what I used Insult now ; anyhow, we sgreed thot so soon as it was oovoynnnt that Pat was to spake t.’ th’ print. I don't know whether or not yeh know it, air. but Pat's pooplo war all dead. , ,,’I!A_) _..J HUI! Dulv ll uw u... --°,__ .____.,, . my you was t’ come to thry and take it from him." Pat looked at me. an’ thin he gives a. cmile, and he u_z_in hispwn gusto way: , ‘I 3‘._IL _-.- ‘Iflllu, Ill-u uv wwâ€" ._ _-- i . " Well. now. Mar elnnneh. I don't say but what or mot ex": as cute no open- «oeke; but: ure who'd me uncle Tim he thryin’ to hide enythin‘ from me for?‘ “I don’t know, Pet; but yeh know he val nlleweye quote," sea I. Well, air, to make a long story short. ehnre poor ould Tim Bulliven got nerer An' querer. en’ at last Pet 3 ke t' 1: other Mnloahy about it end asked in advice. “Love yer uncle t' me. Pet," eez Father Muloehy. “ I’ll soon find out what's troublin' him. Iknow 5 good dole, but its undher sale ev confession; but I'll upeke t’ or uncle. Tim. on we'll eise his mind tohnneus." Three or (our days either I was eittin’ in ' door doin’ e little bit av eewin', when who come: along he Dogherty’e horeen but Pet? I seen he was in a great hurry. an’ I got up en' wint t' meet him. Hie eyes were denoin' out ev his head and he sea in ewhie r: " ieht. Mery ecuehlal Shure its 3‘ made man I am an’ a. proud women you 0' ht tobe this deyl" “fie looked such nflne,hendeome boy that I don't deny I did feel en proud girl. but I didn’t tell him that. nv coorso. “ ArreyJAll me whet its all about. Pet ? " us I. "Just this.“ he sez. still in a whisper, as or he WM, nfeerd ev_ any. wen listenin.’ Wu _:.1. _.. _. For ell the ion ue'pie on The benio end the e. I eennot mete e. eel! in peeee. Upon my tel: eneievere, This new cepxioe doth eo inereue Their oroiehete end their quevere. For moeiy now e wotd in aid 0! erehety or tennis. They Pie instead "Old Unele Ned" Or 0 n1 0: Venice ;" And when in elueie terms they ope-k. Arte ed in eiihe end leeee. The I! ole technique to me is Greek 0! Webex'e poioneiue. From obuneiion, I ever Etch ieminine deeigner Without demnr. doth much prefer A mejor to e. minor. No longer oleime or blood enduxe. blot nemel Ari-Wile, You my be sure eeeh erdent wooer I: weighed in leelee ohrometio. A lovely girl emye in vein 'i‘o humanize this vandal ; With eeeh retrain ehe doth explein. "l‘wixt Oflenbeoh end Hendei. But when her .0111 we eeeme to throw In hemulous e inxe, I only know her dle~bow In playing on my feelings. Ohjjould I were ihe xi‘oiin , L-.. Whose melodiee entold her. They I m in win her dimpled chin. And tee against her shoulder ' And when my heart-suing- ehe'ti on! With deinty. jeweled fingers, With tenderness I would contest: The love thnt in me lingers ! .1 [10 W“ ulauru av nu, vvu- ......... .., “Father Muloshy of. th‘ soft side av m uncle Tim. and w it d’yo think. Mary, dumb? but th’ ould fella has been put- In’ money by (or mnny a your, an‘ he so: It‘s .11 for me, u I van like a good son t' AN nus“ STORY. a»: Past got very red 1‘ mundher a. hedge ay 9. Sunda’ N -â€"From Scribner'l. Exams, whin ho tould mo truih. not 5 word’ more no: louâ€" “ 80 oh wu, Put. on good 3 son a hit bathe ." " Well. th' uy o good .011 motes 5 good husband. May,” no: he; “ wyhow let me tell {oh the mt ov me story. Whot d’yo thin but me unolo Tim bu 010» u n a hundhrod ou' twenty goundo, on' be up: thom m in mgr o_wu oo 19.” . 2A,)- ALLJ. A‘l't‘ flat, “1' I souâ€"g: buum mu m Um vuu v..."_. "Pat." sea I; for who'd ivlr think ould Tim Sullivan and have such a fortune? “ Ay." eez Pat. “ he has been hidin‘ it away iverywhere, an’ now Father Muloahy got him t' Promise it take it in t' Mlether Bradley t the bank in Olonmel. where they'd take care av it for him. an‘ there'd be no {ear av him bein' robbed. “ Bedad, it’s a great day for umPat.”aez I. “ It in Mary.‘ he sea; “ an' now what I want yeh t' do is this; me uncle Tim wants t' go t’ th’ bank t'morrow. no I yoan't go wid him. (or I have t'go t' Bracken fair wnd the two pigs, no I want yeh t’ take me uncle into th’ hank wid yeh.‘ ' ; “ Av ooorse I will." sea I ; for troth I‘d‘ do more nor that (or Pat. “ Yeh see. hekaee av his withered hand an' arm I don't like him t‘ go alone," eez Pat '. “ for We lonely eraaein' th’ moun- tains ; and thin some hlaekguarde might gnaw he had th' hit av money, an' set an’ m." “ Troth I’m not much use av th’ did, Pat.” eez I, laughin' an’ Pat laughed too, for it was only in fun what he was eayin' about any wan doin’ anythin' t‘ th' ould uncle. “Ooh! Wirm, wirra! Shuts wasn’t it th'blaok bitther mornin' that riz 1911' next day? Ould Tim hem down t' our cabin. dnvin’ th' low-back oar wid u. chaff bod an‘ it, an' a. blue uilt over that for me t' sit on. " Well. be wid yeh both l" 397. me mother, as we war goin‘ away; 311' she thrown on ould shoe afther us for luck, an’hit ould Tim Sullivan's withered hand He turned around quite quick an' his face got red. an’ be was goin' t‘ throw th' shoe back ;_ only I 9ri_ed ogti ' A I1-) __IJA_’L ”WA, Vu.’ a- vo-vâ€" vâ€"-. “ Tim,agrah, for th’ love av Godun'don’t throw back th’ luck.” “ Artah. whisht, girl," a sez, in his quaro. angry way, “ why w uldn’t I throw it back?" IV III-Iv- . “ Beluga it’s unlucky, sez I; an' sure, sir, I oudn‘t any more not that. But Tim Sullivan wasn’t like o§har pgoplg. “U“ _L Dull-Ian "av- - u..- '._v_ ‘ “‘Devil may care,” aez he. “ as Punch said when he lost mass. I'll taiche yer mother t‘ make game of me dead handâ€"so I will." An' wid that he threWed back th' old shoe. ap' och hone a-rie. shure not a lie I‘m tellin’ when I say he threwn buck th' luck too. 011 we wint over the mountains, for it was a. good seven miles t’ Clonmel. Ould Tim didn‘t spake much; an‘ sez I t'him, u Arr-Ah- Tim. what are veh bringin’ in “TA-£1351: iingiéf 7 fire yeh bringin’ in the sack av piatees for, for it’s not even th’ matket day ?’ “ A: no quisttons." he :02. quite short, “ an ye’ll be tould no lies." . urnâ€"An. u an. T_lmt nhnra. I was onlv nu v .. -- â€"__-â€". ...- ---._ “ Troc ." sea Iâ€"but, share, I was only in fun all th' timeâ€"“ We we own opinion, Tim, that yeh have all th’ money in the seek, an’ theta it's not pieteee at all.” Ould Tim gives a. jump an’ sez : “ Now look here, Mary Rooney. yer not. goin' t’ come over me that away. It’s nothip’ t’ you where I keep ‘th' money." , I._ -_J Afther that th’ sorra wo’rd more he aed‘ until 'we hem t’ th' bank in Bagwell sthreet. It‘s a grand house. share enough. So we wint up th' steps. ould Tim carryxn’ the sack av platoon on his back. The very first person we met was Michael Neale. a third cousin av_ n10 mother‘s, an'. there .he Uuuu WI- v._,_ 7 was. dhrgégeavli'ié :gintlom'an, in a blue coat. an’ brass buttons. bekm he was th' astvint at th' bank; “ Art-ah, Mary Rooney," sez. he, “ it's IadI am t' see ysh; 311' how are you. im. 311' where are yeh goin' wid the piatees ‘2" “ Never mind.” :02 Tim. “ I want t.‘ see the masfiher; _Ivga.nt_ Misjzher B‘rudlqy.’ ‘,,~ 'uv .._â€"_ v_-_ “ Hadn't y'efx betther lave the pi'atees hero.” aez Michael; an' shuts he was right,. ufiat. no. bedud. Ould Tim tuk no notice uv whst Michael sad; but in athrough th' glaggfioora he wanted. 311’ me follyin’ him. “-1: nu... u .. -znbl- a.77%;;13-gâ€"EIEfiL’V‘Wa‘ei'duld Tim t‘ '9. gintle- “1‘1“ ?in aglus case. “where's your mas- t or " " Who?" sez he. “ Yer masthor,” says Tim. " I suppose yeh want Misthor Bradley ?" 302 he. "Didn‘t I say so?" says ould Tim, who had a short. timper. Misther Bradiey kem out sn' he siz. “ Oh. so you’re Timothy Sullivan. that Father Mulcahy was tellin’ mo about. Come in here." Uvu-v -â€" ..'...-. Well. we went round be the back av th‘ glass cases in the purtieet little parlor yeh ivir laid yer two eyes on; an' thin Tim tould the gintlemen that he wanted t' Butll‘lie hundhred an' twenty penny!) in th'1 an . " We‘ll take the hoight of cod were av lit for yeh," sez Miather Brad ey. that was as pleasant spoken a. gintlemen as ye'd meet. “ An' yer quite right to take Father Mulcahy‘a advice, and t' put in the Benk ev Ireland." 11 -1 A.v.â€"-.â€". " I'll let yeh take care av it." 307. ould Tim. houldin' out th' suck av piatees, “ av ye’ll just keep th' money the way I give it t.‘ you." Miather Bradley stm’s up 511' looks enema the table. H Why, gigin." aez. he, in a woydherin' " Why, thin." aez ho, in a woudherin' voice. " 311' have yeh th' full av that suck av money, me good man? It must be all in 00 pen!” “ ' divil a on rl" soz ould Tim, quite smart. "It a in goold." " A suck av goold t" 302 1. “Why, Tim. share it‘s pigtaeqyel} have in tpat wk." "31569: ‘viifiifiiifl is too fond n unkin'." sea Tim. '{Bge here, Burg: _up’_hg opens th' sack. an’ thore was nothin' to beieen but “tees. “ et’s hear 'all about it," 302 Miather Bradley. an’ troth I think I soon a laugh in his eyes. But who and help it? For whin I tell yeh all. ye‘ll any It was 'no wondher, air, that. I couldn't help lunghin‘ meson. can!“ u. " Ay l " aoz ould Tim Sullivan, lookin' at me. " yeh may laugh av ya like. me dicint iraha. But I wasn‘t goin’ t' be sucha 001 as t‘ tell yeh what was in th'aack whin we war comin' down th' mountains. Who did I know miglit lye liuyenin'f.” " Let us come t' Business." as: Mather Bradley. “ Whore‘ a the money you wunt to put n the bunk?" f shun {t was only th' “ Here. Ii: ; ” en' ould Tim takes u e fine pietee~e Scotch Downâ€"av onto it he taken e sovereign. “ Well. thet hate: I ” lea . “ Beded. Tim." sea Mist er Bradley. an' be thryiu' t‘ keep down th‘ hughin'. “ yeh ave a way ev yer own av keepin’ yer money safe. Thet'u not th’ way th’ Bunk ev Ire- landjegpo if» gonoy‘." ,, L AL-‘ Y m-..‘ ‘I I'll“ “Yuri. Iv- "Wen, air. it's about that I went t' speke." sea Tom. “Yeh see, air. thero'q nhundhered au' twinty goold sovereigns. there in that seek. en’ iviry one av thim le hid sop-rate in a pretee. It's the wey I kep them this meny e you; 511‘ when th' ieteee begins 15’ get bad. thin I change hem, and put the sovereigns into fresh inteee. Now. sir, I don't mind a hit evin’ th' money with yeh. av ye'll keep it jiet an it is. en' I'll come reg'ler en‘ keep an eye either it muse", en’ change the iguee, not t' give yeh the thrubhle ev o n’ it." “Me good man." sez Minther Budley. “ yeh make 5 great mistake. Shuts we couldn’t take yer money in that way. Yeh must thrust the bunkâ€"share yoh don’t think th' Bank av Irelmd ’ud rob ye of it- ?" ‘77“ Now, see here, air," sea Tim Sullivan, “ I don't mane nopfilnoo it} 139; put lob. .L uvu v _.â€".-v â€"â€" vâ€"vâ€"Vv know, sir, tint whin pooploiu tho handlin’ av money it olten smoke to their fingers." “ Look hero. Sullivan." uez Miather Bradley. “ Only I know it’s ignorance malggs you_ speak no.7 rake pasty with you." 44. -_.._ .. "-1. WHJVUva-I wr-wâ€" _v, .. w __ ""v . v "No. air, I’m not an ignorant as yeh think,"sez Tim, “311’ I'll only love mo money wid yeh in th’ wey Inay; so that I can come down my day an’ m that it's not touched. ' An’ I'll change th’ Qiateea myself, not to give yeh th' tmbble, mr." Well, me jewil. sure there was a great talk betoune Tim Sullivan an’ Miethor Bradley. The ginuemen sad 8. lot that. I didn’t undheretend about inthereat, whet- ivir thatia. en' it's me owno inion that‘ Tim didn't. undheretand it sit or; an’ th’ long an’ th’ short. av it all was that Tim wouldn't lave the money in th' Bank av Ireland, onlees he was let keep it safe in th' fist/gee. an' come an’ look at It whiniver he 1 e . " Go out. Mary.” eez Tim t’ me, “ an' look either th' car. We mustbe gettin' home efore nightfall." So out. Iwint. 33’ found 611’ horse etanin’ quitequiet; 9.1.1: there wee Michael Neale __| -L...... 1’ -..I.1..u 1...... 1...- _,, at th’ top av th’ steps. an’ share I culdn't help tellm’ him av th' foolishness av old Tim Sullivan. “ Arrah, no, Mary 1" 302 Michael ; ehure, yer not in aimeat ‘2" “ Bedad.-I am," sez I ; “ an' ahure here we’re goin' home agin wid Tim's hundred an' twinty sovereigns stuck in th' sack av piatees." " Troth, he's th' quare Tim," eez Michael. “ Yez‘ll hardly be home More dark." .. “-3“: ...... mnh" H mm 1’ - u for th’ nnwn “ Beaumwé' won't," 302 I ; “ for th’ cows come home early just now." “ Ay, faith ; but here’s ould Tim." “ Don’ tell him Itowled e ,” sea I, in a. whisper, knowin' th' 0111 fella's quate- 11988. An‘ thin, sure. 35 we wint again across th’ mountain road. It was about a week afore Christmas. an' there was a little anew an’ ice and th' roads that med it hard for th' haste. The erathur was tired. too, so that it was dark night store we kem t' th’ pass av Creevagh. just a mile and a half from me mother's. “ Tim." sex I, “ I’m awful eowld." y “ It's a. hard night." sez he. An' so it was; it was ireezin’ fit t’ kill spy wen, an' th’ state was aparklin’ up th’ sky. “ D‘yo know, Tim," sea I, “ I'm that cramped 311' could here oittin’ an th’ car that. I think I’ll get down and wnlk th’ test on th' way home.” " Jint as ya like.“ so: he. “ Come in an’ lave 1. cup av tay or a waste av whisky t' kgep th' life in yeh. whin var pissing; ' 302 I. “Thank yeh 'ndly, Mury; solwill,” am he. Well, off I wint, an', bedad, I soon got fine an' warm. whin all av a auddint I missed me lootin’ an th‘ ice. 311’ down I kom. his bands was all scraped. an’ s 011311) stone my right: into 1130 left l‘z‘agq. u-vuv -â€"_ _- â€". "Wfiiu I got hou‘fe I’Jalv} '1' was all bleed- in’, but I ut a. cobweb an' a bit av rag on it, and di n’t mind it a bit. Alther a while who comes up but Pet, I towld him all about what heppened, an ehure, he was angry at first. an‘ thin he laughed. We got th' my ready, an’ some beautiful griddle-cakes, an' fresh butther, an' we war waitin' for ould Tim Sullivan. for it was spent thf time for him t‘ come. “ I don't Bear 1511' our,” sez Pat, goin’ t' th‘ doore. en' lietenin', " an' me uncle ought t’ be here by this." We waited another while, on' thin sez Pat: “Beded, I‘m gettin’ onaie I Maybe th’ horse tell on th’ 106; th‘ r0 3 is so eli py. on' me uncle hasn’t th’ strength t' he p it up. I'll go down by th‘ Croevagh Peas." “ Ay, do. Pat." sea me mother; an‘ as {soon as he wint out she pez t' me: _ "waft-01:1; Mary alannah. I didn't like ould Tim throwin' back_ his luck tl_1ia m_otnin’ . ple may laugh. but no good and come tom doin‘ such a thing. Why.even didn‘t eomethin' happen t' yereelf? Yeh fell and out. yer hands.” " Ay, faith, mother," sea I. an me' hands war nmnrtennin me; “ but shure yeh don‘t think anythin’ happened t‘ ould Tim Sulli- vtn ? " 'T'Z'l‘hroth. I dunno.” she :02; " but shut-e he ought t‘ be here now." I don’t know why it won. but I cudn’t rent aisy afther me mother soyin' that; on’ I cudn't take a mouthful of toy or a bit av the griddle-cake, but hep goin' backwards an' forrarda to the doore. It was freezin’ hard. on‘ there wasn't * breath av air, nor a sound anywhere ; 311' just as I was comin‘ away from the doore wan time. I thought I heard some wen rungin' up th’_horeen. I was righfitoo. The afopfi kem nearer nn' nearer. an‘ in a few minutes who comes runnin’ up but Pat. an kewbin hoult av me he comes into “1' kitchen, “ For th' love 0' God' what’s the matter?" sea mo mother; an‘ I gov a screech, for Pat‘s face was as white“ the snow out- side, an’ his eyes burnin' like two cools. un‘ then was blood on the front av his shirt, an' on his hands an' on the rest av his clothes. " Pat! Pat, darlintl" aez I. “ an' what's this for at all. at an ?" ‘ “ Mo uncle Tim." he aez, in 3 hosna soars av a voiceâ€"“ 110’: kilt there beyunt neu- th' enough Pm. an' some wm run any wit! “1' not wid th’ money in it." 9"" VIII v. AI 5 .. 1:11:13 goin' t‘ run over 9 Buddy Clos- . ': key-’9, s' “ilk “1:11.93. th‘ boy}: t’ comedy» > "P 2.1mm n't' oorou own: In'; 12:32de :3. E Utn' vnn. Mnrvmun nfl‘ for Fnther uloabv we do?" Share, thin, air. I towld his tivironoe all about me oin‘ wid poor ould Tim t' th' bank. an’ ow he wouldn't lave th’ money; 511' thin about how I was so oowld on th’ way home, an' got down an' walked th' rest av th’ way; an‘ how Pat horn in on’ thin wint down t’ th' Croevngh Pass nn' kem book t' so his uncle was there, kilt interely. “It's 5 ad business. Mory mu. gm gal,” aez Father Muloahy, on' just thin we kem ‘t’ th' doors. There was r (mid Tun Sullivan lyin'l an th‘ bed in t ' room just as th' boys oer- ried him up. Shure any wan end see it was death was on his face. Father Muleahy wint over an’ tuk hould av his hand for a minnit, an’ looked very sharp into his face, an' thin he turned away. an’ eez he t‘ me mother quite nice en' solemn-like : “ Biddy Boony, call in some av th’ ne- bore. an‘ we'll any a. mesa for th’ repose av his Bowl." Thin we all known for eartin that poor 1ould Tim Sullivan wee dead. He was th’ lawfullest eight, air, yeh ever seen. Shure [his head was regler battered in wid stones. “Now, me good people." 335': Father Muloahy afqhgr magnuap' me mother an’ .. ALgA ._ _ ..___- 5;;3 afiihrdfir hides, "this is a very anxious an' dhreadfu! affair, an’ some wan av yer ought to go an' tell the polis at wanat." 7 ' “ I’m gom’. yer riverenoe," aez Pat, “ as soon as I see yernvezenoe home across the mountain.” 80 efi Pat set. air. en’ in a few home who comes but a. whole lot av polie, an' a doother; an’ some av th’ polio stayed ell‘ night, and niver lost sight ev poor ould Tim, en’ thin. as I engpoee yeh know, sit. there was th' inquiet t ’ next day. “ Well, air, at th' inqueet they end only find out that poor ould Tim was betthered t’ death wid stones on the head, but th'oud say no more; so then Miether Reilly. the crowner, sad that ' Timothy Sullivan met wid his death uthrough his head bein' bat- 1thered wid stones, and went av further I ividenoe.’ ” “ Km 1' " no: mo mother. “ 0P», whnt’fl But. sir dear, shuts tn quareat part av the whole thing was that afth'or poor ould‘ Tim Sullivan was dead, what d’ye think‘ but in his poor withered hand, that for th’ many’s th’ day oudn’t hould a rushâ€"itwaa that wakeâ€"well, in his hand was tight grasped a. good his bit av some quare aoart av ggey cloth!‘ I ‘ AI AL!_‘_ -L-..‘ H ann- ‘FIt’s wondherful t’ think about.” sez Father Mulcahy, whin the doothor an' the crowner war talkin’ about it. “ It was jist th' terror 311' th' strength av the death-struggle that did it." sez Docthor Crean; “he was in such adesperate way hhatd it even put lilo into the withered ‘ an ." Well, eir. poor ould Tim Sullivan was! waked in me mother's cabin, an’ he had a‘ grand funeral. All the naboure from far au' near hem t' it, au’ Pat an’ me thought it was very nice and respectful av thim too. So whin we war oomin' home we mother axed Pat t' oome wid u: an' t’ have his tay. Th' poor boy was very down in himself. It ‘waen't bad enough to lose his uncle that was always good 15‘ him. as quare as he was; but, eir dear, it was terrible hard t' lose th' bit av money too, for uayther eight nor light av it cud we git. “ Niver mind. Pa ,” eez I. thryiu' t' comfort the poor boy; “ niver mind, acuehle! Shore wouldn’t it be worse nor th' dirty money u we lost won another ‘1‘" An' me face turned as red as a tut-kai- cook when I set! such a bowch thing 8’ t ' boy that was ooortin‘ me ; but it was jist me heart said it. I oudn’t help meself. . ,1. mu uwua- wu- -w' - '__._ - ._V_‘ v “ Yer right, Mary avourneen, yer right. aoushla l" he sez. " But this. I‘m detox. mined on. Mary ; I'll niver rest antill I fix me poor uncle Tim‘s murdther on some wan." Well. jist as Pat sad that, we heard some thrampin’, an’ in walked some av th' polia. The sergeant walked over t' Pat. an‘ sea a: " Pathriok Dionyeiua Caseidy, in the Queen’s name I arrest on for being con- cerned in the murder of imothy Sullivan." Pat jumped up ; but before he could any wen word the poliebmen had the handcuffs on him. I thought I'd have died wid th' shame 311' th’ fright. sir. I felt every dhrop of blood goin’ back 9 me heart, 511' me heed wint intirely whin th' eergeent kom over t‘ me en’ sod : â€" . .. A my I... u..- . “ Mary Josephine Rooney, in the Queen's name I arrest you for being concerned in the murder of Timothy Sullivan.“ Me‘ :- mother nearly wint med. air. But 0 we we: fink. en’ thet night we war lodged in 910nmel jeil. . , _.___ ALI -_._-| ,1-.. ”no-.. ._ ---__-_ Och. weiraethrul butit was th‘ cruel day‘ (or uz bolh I I oudn’t hear inythin' about poor Put. an' be cudn't hear inythin' about me. An' thin, air, as I an pone you know. we war brought up for tnel one dey, an‘ th‘ loolieheet things you ivir heard we. sad about th' two av uz. Shure th‘ seed that be- ‘keee me hand was all hleedln'â€"â€"and shore yeh know it was rom th' [all I gotâ€"that it was bekese I helped Patâ€"end he an in- nocent as a baby. air lâ€"t’ murdher poor ould Tim Sullivan that we might. get. th' money he had hid in_ the sack av pieteeel . .1 ,. _I,-L -II LLX... 5"??? ”v uâ€"vâ€" ..-.. -â€" u-V‘": 'â€"~ 7 . I don't deny. air. but that what all thim lawyer gintlemin eed wee very like jiet u av it could all have he pened. For ehure enough there was b 0061 on both Pat's clothes en' mine ; but that was from his thryiu' t’ rieo his uncle whin he found him lyin‘ kill: in th‘ snow at th' Creevegh Peas ; ‘ an' an my clothes too from th' outs en me hand. An' thin Misther Brodie eed I was wisl poor ould Tim. on' knew a I about th' money in th‘piateea, and iviry wan knew mo en’ Pet wee goin‘ t‘ be married; so all the lawyers on' giutlemin put wen thing on' mother together. elfâ€"och 1 vol ehure I thought I'd he‘ died whin I head itâ€"me and [foor Pat was oioh give twinty your page servitude. , .L:.; r -I__-..- l--| 'I "I v I'uuvo "ibero wu flu wan thing I always foot CHAPTER III. ltd shout, bit. 311' that is flat I got “a game Qpplioym‘o‘ntai me poor Put. 1 oudn'fi A LA.) L- -31~n-:II. nu‘ ma "III r'uICâ€"uâ€"vâ€"w v.â€" w- I , but 'think $11M he'd bo uuflsrin’ an‘ no free. But we bothhndwnn thing thtt mod us look toward t’ the long “mo whin we'd sit out av prison. and that Will 1.th both me an' Pu known it was all . mistake an' that he and chm-t. me. nu' me him. jilt th’ name at th' and av th' time: "wv w! 'u vu-q w. vâ€" --_.v 80 th' Ion-a wary months wint on. m’ it anem- um wan day Minibar Barron. 3v Barronstown. was in the pollmatnion. Misthor Barron wu a In «true in th' county. an’ a nice. free-s on gintlomin. Au’ it» he was th' quure. unny gintlomin. too. Whin he was young he used t' be sway in furrin’ parts until he hem into th' pro. porfix whin 31in father died. ”A 2.. u.» _-|:_ n‘n‘3nâ€" “gt? “53.6“" hâ€"qusâ€"ihvih‘ polio-nation. an be wss 100 'n’ at some thing. tint th' pom pug hung” [mph it: their 1»:er room. .4 n.-.“ ...-.. “a I.“ I’V‘” -.. «w-o â€": â€"â€" -â€"â€"~r . 311‘ what d’yq think. but. there was 1211' bit av curious gray cloth that was tom: tight in goo:- oul Tun Sullivan’s hmd t ’ vary hi 1‘. he wu murderhod. Mischa: Buron to t it. 311' he quked Qt it (airy tit-pout. “Will Â¥oh tell me.” so: he. “ where yoh got the ” Bo thin the urgent would him ull about poor ould Tim. 311' about Put m' me : tn' bedad. tould him the whole story uv the thrigl tron} bpginngn' (2' end. ,AA _R_£.. " But. air." sez the sergeant, “ we nivir and got a. clue about that bit 3v cloth." " I can give you a. clue,” uz Misther Burton. “ It's a piece bow out av a. mornin’ coat I had undo from some atufi I brought wid me from the tint.”_ .vu.â€"v "nâ€" â€"â€" _-v._. w..- e “ Go on, an," sea the sergeant, “ for, air, we’re not quite euro thet we hit on the rightpeo lo whin we tuk up Mery Boone 511' Pet midy: but. yeh see, air. we 11 t’ do somethin’ for th' credit. of th‘ force. an' we were able t’ make a very good case eginjhimz" It «HAM-.. . -L.._- 1' .Jmhn “ 8mg.“ aez Mr. Barron; chute I rimim- be: it now. That coat, whin it was wore out, I gave topn oplgfarvint av mine.” “ Who was he. sir? " “ His name was Michael Neale." sea Mr. Barron. " He left me whin I wint about twa yeersego. on’ I got him a situ- ation wid Miether Bradley in th' Bank av Ireland." 80. air. jist as th’ all did wid poor Put an’ me. th' all began uttin‘ two and two t’gether about Miohae Neale ; en' wan day th' took him up, an' took all his clothes-â€" 311' not a. lie I’m tellin' yeh, air, whin I say that it was found out that th’ piece av cloth that was {ound in the mp av poor onld Tim Sullivan’s withered head fitted in exact t‘ where it was tore from a coet med 1av the some kind av cloth that was found ‘ anions Micheehfleele’e clothes. 3L “.1“! 4:1...4 Illa-Ivy wv‘lw‘ll -‘vâ€"o' .â€" Shurely, air. it was a. wondherful time} an’ a. wondherful thing altogether. An’ thin' shure I rimimber that l towld Michael Neale on th’ bank steps all about poor ould Tim havin’ th’ sovereigns in th’ platens. An’ wan thing an' another, kem out; 311' how Michael got a friend av his t’ buy a. small farm for him. or}: so, wid w_w thing an' another, Michael Neale, t’ make a long story short, saw there was no use in denyin’ it any longer. an’ he confessed that it was him that murdhered poor ould Tim Sullivan. Och, air, sure it was worth bein' in pri- son. an' goin’ althrough all th‘ thmbble for t’ see how glad th' nabore were t’ see me an’ Pat. as soon as we war let out. Troth. our hearts came up in our mouth: whin five think av all th’ kind worda was eed {about us! An' it’s. a1} th‘ gintlemgn. that away w. _ -- _.___ -â€" wu kindâ€"Miather Baron m’ Misther Bradley 311' all 3v thim. Shun bowhuno them all th' bought this little hm '10! us, where wq’re 93 happy as ty‘ thy-1093., nuv-â€" ----~. â€"â€" ._â€"“‘ Yes. air. it was a terrible day th' day that Michael Neale was hanged. Nayther me nor Pat ’nd go to Clonmel that momm’. though there was plenty that asked nat’ go; an’ ivery night me and Pat sex a prayer for th’ repose av Michael Neale'a mkfortunete eowl. An' new, air, that's th' whole story. But I hear Pat's voice. air, an' here he is! He‘s as good as he's goodolookin’. sir ; an' ‘av yeh ask him anythin' about it he'll jiet eay: " The good God elweye defends th' right. He knewn Mary an' me was innocent; an' t‘ show that He has th' power t' do ivory- thin'. He put power even into th' Grasp of a Withered Hand! " Bannacht Ladth! Sir, maybe we'll meet Latest Irish News. An entMoll agitation hn'e'be‘en started in Armegh. Amongst the troops to be sent to Irelend there will be the 2nd Battalionllo 31 Boots. on their arrival from India at y in Dec camber. Lord Powersoourt, in addressing 3 meet- ng of the Philosophlcel Society in Trinity College. Dublin. a few days ago, spoke in support of e pennant propriotery. A correspondent of the Edinburgh Boote- men writes : “ I have reason to believe that the police returns from all puts 0! Ireland are for less gloomy than might be inferred from the reports which ere up er- ing in the public journals. Rents ere ing paid very generally throughout the country. except in cues of reel distress." There are 11.000 in the Irish oonetehu- lery, divided into mounted men and in- fantry. which gives an avenge of 800 men to each county. To Mayo alone there heve been sent 1,700 police, or 1.400 beyond the even-age. 11 every other county in Ireland were eewell organized by means of the Lend League ee Mayo is. it would take momethinglike 55,000 or 60,000 police to [keep them in order. A} Swinford Land Sessions, recently. the County Court @9330 of hilt.” granted to two tehanta on diflevront some}: congponu; "v wâ€"wuw v.- -.â€"v tion at the rate of seven geare' purchase of the rent for eviction by t o landlords. the judge holding that the rent was exorbitant. The claims were made on behalf 0! the tenants by the Land League. The rent in one case was £15, Griffith's valuation be- ing £12 103.. and in the other caee £4 103.. Griffith‘s valuation being £2 63. ‘ 'I'Ee Earl of Beeeborough, who joined the Land League a short time since, is notonly a very large land holder in Ireland. possess- ing nearly thirty-five thousand acres in the counties 0! Kilkenn . Curlew, Tipperary and Waterford, whic ield him a rental 0! more than £20,000 ater in; a year. but is a hrother-in-law of the Duke of Richmond and Gordon. Lord President of the Coun- oil in the Beaconefleld Government, and ban himself twice held high office in the royal household.