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Synopsis. — Returning home after
a day's shooting, I)?ck Calhoun,
gifted young Irish- gentleman 4H the
tints of fhe French and American
revolutions, meets Shelia Liyri, sev-
enteen-year-old girl visiting In the
neighborhood. They ar% mutually
attracted. Sheila never knew her
dissipated father, Krrls Boyne, her
mother having divorced 1 him atid
* relumed her maiden name. Beach-
ing home, Dyck finds laionard Mal-
low, son of Lord Mallow, with a
message from the attorney general
summoning Miles Calhoun, Dyck’s
father, to Dublin. Dyck and his
fattier go.
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(CHAPTER III—Continued.)
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Due duy Erris Boyne said to Dyck:
“There’s a supper tonight "at life
- Breakneck club. Colne along und have
a skinful. You’ll meet people' worth
T.rv .mg.'.' -
•v.:,- Breakneck club isn’t a good
name for a first-class. Institution," re-
mgfkuU Dguk. with u .piuwu. *m4—u
• luuj.ii f “hut I’ll come If you’ll fetch
et
Erris Boyne, who was eighteen years
older thu-ft Dyck, laughed, flicked a
little pinch of snuff at Ills nose with
his-Anger. ■«
"Dear lad, of course I'll come and
fetch you," lie said. “There’s -many u
■nan has done worse than lead a gay"
' stripling lilp> you Into pleasant ways.
JBrllig along any loose change you huve,
for It may be a night of nights. It’s
the best place to come to ever an hon-
est man bad.”
“Are they Ail the right sort?’’ asked
Dyck, with a little touch Of malice. “I
mean, art? they loyal arid true?” .
Errl.s Boyne laid a hand on Dyck’s
arm.
•"Come arid ilnd out. Do yon think
I’d lead you Into bad company? Of
course Emmet and Wolfe Tone wont
he there, ,nor uny of thut,lot; but
there’ll fit? "sortie men of the right
stamp." lie watched Dyck carefully
out of the j&jfeer of his eye,
funny," he' nW^l, >rhiii in Ireland the
fcW’crd loyal, means being true to the
"Union .luck, standing by King George
d'ml Ills crowd."
-. “Well, Wffat W<flitd‘'jfttnrriave7"-eatd
Dyck. "For tilts'hr a day and age when,
being loyal to the king is more than
aught else hi ull tlie Irlgli world. We’re
never two duyg^tllke, we Irish. There
are the Ignited Irishmen arid the De-
ciders oh fine side, und the Peep-d'-
Day Boys, or Orangemen, on the other
—Catholic uiffl Protestant, at each oth-
er’s throats. Then there’s a hand thrust
In, and up goes the sword, und the
rifles, pikes and bayopets; and those
that were feady to mutllaie or kill
each other fall into each other’s arms.”
•Erris Boyne laughetf. “Well, there’ll
be an end to that. The Irish parlia-
ment IS" slipping Into disrepute. It
Breakneck club this bad fflkdne'Rs be
gan.“ It v^as here that Dyck again
met that tall, ascetic messenger from
the attorney general, who had brought
the message to Miles Calhouq. It Was
tflth tills nian—Leoriard Mallow, eldest
son of "Lord Mallow—that Dyck, with
three others, played ctfrds one after
noon. ,
The Instinctive antipathy which had
marked-their first Introduction was car-
ried on to this later meeting. Dyck
distrusted Mallow, and allowed his dis-
trust exercise. It was unfortunate
thut Mallow wrtn from him three-
fourths of the money he hud brought
to the clutf, affl won It with u smile
not easy to forgive.
Dyck had at last secured a real suc-
cess in a scheme of Ids cards when
Mallow asked with a sneer;
“Did you, learn that ut your home
In Ip'aven?”
“Don't they teach-It where yop live
In hell IS was Dyck’s reply.
At this Mallow flicki-d Dyck across
the face with his handkerchief.
That’s what they teach where I lie-
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long.'*
“Well, rt's easy to learn, and we’ll do
the sum at- any, time of place you
please.’-’ After u moment' Dyck con-
tinued “I wouldn't muke a fuss over It.
Let's finish’the game." There’s no good
prancing^ tljLthe sport’s readyf so Ml
sit and leiimfluore of what they teuch
ln hell!”
Dyck hud been (prinking, or lie would
not huve spoken so; und when h‘e was
drunk during was strong In him. He
hated profoundly this man—so self-
satisfied and Satanic.
He kept a perfect coolness, however.
Leonard Mallow should, not see that
he was upset. His wanton wordiness
came to his rescue, and until the end
of the game he pluyed with sang-froid,
daring and skill. He 'loved cards; he
loved the strife of skill against skill,
of trick against trick, of hand against
hand. He had never fought a duel lu
hts life, hut he had no.fear of doing so;
At length, having won hack nearly
nil he had lost, he rose to his feet and
1-1 I'M looked round
“Is there anyone here from whom I
cun ask a favor?”
Several stepped forward. Dyck
nodded, (toe of them he knew. IlwiuM*
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. “Thank you. Sir Almerlc,’’4§h>"aQjf<lt
“thank you. Shall It be siforda-or pis-
tols?'* he asked his enemy coolly.
"Swords,* If you please,” refnnrked
Mallow grlnfly, for he had a gift with
the sword.'
Dyck nodded again. •
, "As you will. As you will I"
wouldn’t surprise me if the ustute Eng-
lish brihg tls-iii lTit{> ,il UXdOB.--te-.tho-j.thr puhttc; PSpAclofly aTiimTiy'TvIlii had
aime to know of the event Ht the
Breakneck Club were eager to be pres-
ent.
The affair began an hotir after sun-
rise. Neither Dyck nor Leonard Mal-
low slept at home the nlglit before, but
In separate taverns, near Phoenix park.
Mallow eutne utmost Jauntily lo the
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Tnln til' Irish Independence. Yet mny
be, before that comes, the French will
have a try for power here.” He came
a step neurer, his Voice lowered a little.
"Have you heard the latest news from
France? They're coming with a good-
sized fleet down to the soutlii coast.
Have you Jyard 4t?”
“Oil. there)s plenty one hears one
doesn't believe Is gospel,” unsWereil
Dyck, his eyes half closing. "I’m not
believing all I hear,-as If - It was a
prayer-meeting. Anything may happen
here; Ireland’s u woman—very uncer;
%aln.” . •
ck—flicked—some dust from his
waistcoat, and t dropped his eyes, be-
cause he was thinking. of*two wbrneh
he had known; one of them an angel
now in company of her sister angels—
his mother; the other a grid he had met
on.the hills of Connemara, a wonder-
fully pretty g|pl~wf soil'll lOPTF IIAW
Should he know that the girl was Erris
"Boyne's duughter? — although there
were times when some gesture of
Boyne, some quick look, some lifting
of the eyebrows, brought back the
memory of Sliella Llyn, as It did now.
Mince Dyck left, his old honie he had
se.-ii her twice; once at l.oyland tow-
ers, and onCe ut her home lu Limerick.
The time he had spent with her lmil
been very brief, hut full of life, Inter
eat and Character. Whether at Loys
land towers, or at her mother’s house
In Limerick, there was no touch of for-
wardness In her, or in anything she
MUd nr Hid. She was the imwt natural
being, the freest from affectation, he
had ever known. •
As Krrls Boyne talked to him. the
memory of Sheila Hooded his mind, and
on the flood his senses swain like
swans, - He hud not her careful com-
IHisure. lie was Just as real, huh he
bnd the wilfulness of man. She lnflu-
erioed hi in us no woman had ever yet
done; hut he saw no happy ending to
the dream. He was too poor to marry ;
he had no trade or profession’; Ills
father’s affairs were In a had way.
Never In all Ireland's years hnd she
a morri beautiful day than that In
which. Dyck Calhoun and the Hon.
Leonard Mallow met to settlg their.ac-
count In a secluded corner of Phoenix
park. It wasfnot the usual place for
duets. The seconds hnd taken care to
keep the locale fromj'hc krtowlettge <>f
“Swordo, If You Pleaoe," Responded
Mallow, Grimly.
He even did riot hate Mallow ut the
moment. The thing about to he done
was to him a test of manhood. It was
u cull u|am the courage of trie eoul^p.
challenge of life, strength arid will.
As Mallow entered the grounds, the
thought of Sliellu Llyn crossed Dyck’s
mind, and the mental sight of her
gladdened the eyes’ of his soul. For
mind's look; then he Stepped forward,
^saluted, shook hands with Mallow,
“find doffed his coat and walstctfat.
As he did so, he ;was consclous*4if u
curious coldness, even of dampness, In
the hand which hqd shaken that of
Mallow. Mallow’s hand had a clammy
touch—clammy, but Ann and sure.
There was np tremor 1» the long, thin
fingers nor ut the lips—the thin, as-
cetic lips, as of u secret service man
—hut In Ills eyes was a dark Are «f
purpose. Tlie looming hnd touched
lUm. but not jus it lmil tlmAd over
Dyck Its mnntle of pence. Mallow also,
had enjoyed the snieU and feeling of
It nil, hut -with this (TfffPrence—It had
"I think we’ll have to forego that
■courtesy, Culhoun.” he said. "Look
«t the, state of my hand! It’s good
htood," he added grtmiy. "It's, d—d
good blood, .but—hut it won’t (hv you
see.” . X
"I’m glad It was no worse,” said
Dyck, not touching the- bloody hand,
“It's a clean thrust, and you’ll be bet-
one brief Instant he stood lost In trie^ ter from It soon. Tliese great men I"
he could riot hear the thought of leav-
ing It. It gave hlib strength of will,
which would a<ld security to his arm
and wrist.
Dyck • had learned swordsmanship
with as skilled a master as Ireland
had known, and he had shown. In get;
ting knowledge -of the weapon, a nHt-
urhrinstlnct arid -a capacity worthy of
the highest purpose. He had bundled
the sword since he was Six, and his
play was better than tli^t of most
men; hut this was, In fact, his first
real duel. Many times, of course. In'
the process of his training, he hnd
fought as men fight In duels, hut with
this, difference—thut now he was per-
mitted to disable or kill his foe.
Physically, there was ’not a vast
deal to choose luTLeen the two merf.
Mallow was funk t\>d tail, nervously
self-contained, finely concentrated,
und* vigorous. JDyck was broad of
shoulder, weiKset up, musculur,' nnd
with a steadier eye than that of his
foe. Also, the combat developed,
It wns clear that he had a ham! as
steady ns his eye. What wns more,
his wrist hnd superb strength and
flexibility; It was as enduring tind
virai Xas i iiPHrarerrisr arid *WB»‘ <>r a
tiger. As a pair they were certainly
minvhle, and wmild give n good ac-
count of themselves.
The two men fighting had almost
the, air of gladiators. Their coats
were, off, and the white linen of tbelr
shirts looked gracious; t^hlle the up-
raised left hand of the fighters hiil^i
anclng tlie sword-thrust and the
weight of the body had an almost sin-
gular beauty. Of the. two, Dyck was
the more graceful, the steadier, the
quicker In his motions. His momen-
tary vision of “Sheila Llyn “remained
with him—not as a vision, rather ns
warmth In Ids Inmost being, some-
thing which made him intensely alert,
errorimi, -defiant.
Ho had n«H»d of nil his satJI, for
Mallow wns^set to win the flglit. He
felt Instinctively what was working
In Dyck’s mind. He had fought a
number of duels; and with a certain
trick or urt he had given the end to
the lives of several. He became con*
selous, however, that I>yck had n par-
ticular stroke In tnlnd, which he hltn-
-self was preventing by masterful
methods. It might be one thing or an-
other, but In view of- Dyck’s training
jvould perhaps be the Ennlseorthy
he smiled toward the surgeons—“will
soon put. you right. I got my chance
with the stroke, nnd took It, because I
knew if I didn’t yoq’d huve me pres-
ently."
“You’ll have u great reputation fa
Dublin town -now, and you'll deserve
It,” Mallow added adroitly, the grorit
paleness of his features, however,
made ghastly by the hatred In Ids
eyes.
Dyck did not see this look, but he
fidt-a—note of mnttro—n rttsttmt rime
—In Mallow’s voice; ,He strir that
whiff 'Mallow had said wtis fresh evl-
Aene«“of the mnn’s arroguna-ahoyact** j
It did not offenil him, however, for he
neck club, or Dublin society with u
tranquil eye.
Again Mallow’s voice was heard.
“I'd have seen, you d—d to h—II,
Calhoun, before I'd have apologized
aC-Jhe Breakneck eluh; hut after a
obscure spot. Both men hnd sensltlvi
ness, and both ehtered the grounds
with a certain thrill of pleasure softeui-
ing the acerbity of the moment.
Dyck moved and spoke like a man
charged with some fluid which had ab-
stracted hint from life's monotonous
'routine, lie had to consider the chance
of never leaving the grounds alive; yet
its he enter'd the place, where smooth
He did not know that Krrls HoynW grass between thm-trees made good
was set to rupture 'him for the rebel
cause. How could he know that Boyne
wns an agent of the moat evil forces In
Ireland—an ngent of skill nnd address,-
prepossessing, with the face of s Celtic
poet nnd the eye of sn assassin?
Boyne s object was to bring about
footing for the Work W W done, the
thrill of tlie greenery, the sound of the
birds, the flick of a lizard across the
path, and the distant gay leup of a
young fleer, brought to his senses a
gust of Joyous feeling. He waa not nor-
mal ; he was submerged. He was In
the great, consuming atmosphere of
the bigger world and the greater life.
touch. .
Again nnd again Dyck pressed his
antagonist backward, seektng to mnd-
dle Ills defense and to clear an open-
ing for his own deadly stroke; hut the
other man also was a muster, und
parried %uFc'c$Bfult.y. ”
Presently, with a quick, move, ,Mal-
low took *the -offensive, and tried to
unsettle Cycle's poise anti disorgiinlze
his battle-plan. For an Instant the
tempestuous action, tlie- hrllllarit,
swift play of the sword, the quivering
flippancy of the steel, gave Dyck that
which almost disconcerted him. Yet
lie had a grip of himself, nnd was for-
tunate to preserve his defense Intact;
though once his enemy's steel caught
Iris left shoulder, making it bleed. The
seconds, however, decided thnt the
thrust wns not serious, nnd made no
attempt to Interrupt tpe combat.
Dyck’s tactics changed. Once again
he became aggressive, and he- drove,
rils foe to a point where the skill of
hwtli_toen-was tried to trie uttermost.
was clear the time, had come for
something definite. Suddenly Dyck
ltuself buck .with an agile step,
to one side, and then
In a gallant foruy got the steel point
Injo the sword-arm of lils enemy. Thnt
vh the Ennlseorthy stroke, which
had been taught him by WUUam
Tandy, the expert swordsman, and
had been made famous by Lord Well-
ing of Ennlseorthy. It succeeded, and
It gave Dyck the victory, for-MhIIoVT4*
sword dropped from his hancj, lie
clasped the wounded,arm with bla left
hand a* the surgeon enme forward.
"Well, you got It home," he said to
Dyck; "anti It's deftly done.”
"I dldj, my best,” answered t>yck.
'Give me your hnnd, If you will."
With a wry look Mallow, now seat
ed on the old stump of a tree, held out
hla left hand. It tu covered with
blood.
r'
“Come with me," said he. "There's
no luck for you ut the tables today.'
JLet's go where we can forget the
worTff, where Ave' can lift the ’banner
of freedom-and hept -the dftfius of phr-
pose. Come along, lad!”
The time was critical for Dyck—
critical and-'dangerous. He hnd . lost
money heavily; he had even exhaust-
ed his mother's tegney. Of rate he
had. seen little'of his father; und the
little he had seen was not fortunate;
They had quarreled oyer Dyck's way-
ward doings. He had angered his fa-
ther terribly, and Miles, in a hurst of
fqmper, hud disclosed the fact that
Ills own property Was in peril. They
hnd been estranged ever since; but
the time hnd come when Dyck must
nt Jenst secure the credit of hts fa-
ther's name at his bnnk r<f ftnfi the
means of living. .• -
Tl Was wlfTi This staring hint lp-the
face that Erris. Boyne’s companjr
Seemed ta offer ut least it recovery of
its good spirits. Dublin knew llrtle of*
Boyne’s-present domestic life. It dId
not klioiv'Thiit he lliof Injured his'Bee-
Had Come for Something
Definite.
fight with one of the best swordsmen
In Ireland I’ve learned a lot,'and I'll
•apologize now—completely.”
The surgeon had bound up the
slight wound In Dyck’s Shoulder, Imd
stopped the bleeding, anil wns now
helping him on with his coat. The op-”1
••ration had not Im-eu. '^m---it [-itin.
Will MO'S denroiCsnallim from hts f.s-
wns trio much for him, It drove the
look of pain from his face: It brought
a smile to his Ups. He came a step
nearer.
“I’m as obliged to you ,as if you’d
paid for my hoard and lodging, Mal-
low," lie said* "and that’s saying a
good deal In these days. I’ll never
have a bigger fight. You’re a greater
swordsman than your reputation. I
must have provoked you beyond rea-
son," he went on gallantly. “I think
we’d better forget the whole thing.”
"I'm a loynllsf,” Mallow replied,
"I’m a loyalist, and If you're one, too,
what reason should thrre hc for our
joot being friends?"
A black cloud flooded Calhoun’s
face.
“If—if I'll) a loyalist, you say,! Have
you any doubt of It? if you hnv^—”
“Toil wish your sword itad gone
into my heart InsfSnd of my arm, eh?"
Interrupted Mallow. “Mow easily I
am misunderstood! I meant nothing
by that ‘If.’" He smiled, and the
smile had a touch of wickedness. "I
meant nothing hy It—nothing at all.
As we are both loyalists, we must be
friends. Good-byj Calhoun!"
Dyck's face cleared very slowly.
and Wjfo as badly ns'he had wronged
Ids first—with this difference, .how-
ever, thut his first Wife, wns a Indy,
while his second wife, Noreen, wns n
beautiful, quick-tempered, lovably,
Hghteen-year-old girl, rt gnfrinate’wf
the kitchen nnd dairy, when he took
tier to himself. He had mnrrfed .her
In a mad moment after his first wife
-AMrs. Llyn, as she wns,now called;—
had divorced him; and after the first
thrill of married life was over, noth-
ing remained with Buyue except re-
gret that he IgSil sold his 'freedom for
what lie mlght>»-iigrhaps; have had
without mnrrlage.
Then began a process (Uflximestle
torture which alienated Noritoli from
him, nnd roused In, Vr thAWorst pas-
sions of human natuire. Site eutne to
know of hl-s infidelities, and they rnnd-
dened her. They had rid'children, and
In the end he had threatened her with
desertfrin. When she had retorted In
strong words, he slapped her face, and
left her with an ugly smile.
Of visitors they had few, If any, and
tlie young wife wgsleft alone to hrodd
upon, her wrongs. . Erris Boyne had
- slrt)*t*ed her -facti on- trie- -monrhig„ of
the-day. when he met Dyck Calhoun In
the hour of rils had luck, lie did not
see the, look In her face as he'left the
hokse,'
Itu till ess’ns he was, he realised the
time had come when by hold effort he
might get young Calhoun wholly Into
his power, He began hy getting Dyrk
Into the street. Tt|^/i he took him by
nn, indirect route to what waS. re
putedly, u tavern* of cotisequence. Out-
wardly it was u tavern of the old
class, superficial,ly sedate, and called
the Harp and Crown. None save a
very few conspirators knew liow great
a part. It played In the plan-to break
the government of Ireland and to culn«
medal favorite, he feta the beat to b«
had in la belle Franc*."
"Why40 be eueh a favoriteYLasked
Dyrk.
Krrls ITbyne laughed, not loudly, bat
suggestively._________.____l________...
.‘‘When a Indy kisses a man on th*
Ups. of her own free will, and pat*
her arm around his neck, Is It done. do.
you think, because It’s her (Irity to do
_!t or die? No, It’s because she like*
the man; ton’s use the mam Is a good
friend to her; because It’s money In
her pocket. That’s the case with old
Swlnton, , France kisses him, as It
were, liecnuae"—hg paused, as though
debating what to say—“bees us*
Franc# knows he’d rather be under*
her own revolutionary government
■i
His voice had^resonance, and, a's 0*
said the*e.words, K had InitsWlBk —
“Do you know, Calhoun. I think old
Swlnton Is right. We suffer here be-
cause monarchy, with its cruel hand
of lron.julstrvatii go, brutalizes us."
He did not see enlightenment come
Into the half-drunken eyes of Dyck.
He only realised that Dyck’ wss ^yry
still, ami strangely, deeply Interested.
"I tell you, Calhoun, we need In Ire-
land something of the spirit that**
alive In France today. They’ve cleaned
out the klngs-nlsiuls’ and Marie’s
heads have dropped Into the basket
They’re sweeping the dirt out of
Franc*; they’re cleaning the dark
places;, they’re whitewashing Ver»,
K«uie« himI HHwdustlng th*. Tullorl—;
they’re starting for Hu* world a refor-
mation willoh vlll make It clqsq^ Npt
Ameoica alo**. h*» F^igStrail. nnd all
Rtiimpe, will become republics.”
-•‘’England?” iwImI- • l.fyeh—ter ■*■ low; ——■
penetrating vojee^. - _
Aye, England, through Ireland. Tre-
land”wlU com* first, then Wulee. Scot-
land and Kngliyid. D»-ar Ind, the great
day Is come—the grontest the world
has ever known, I'm nee, the spirit of.. . -
It, Is alive. It Will purge and "Cleanse
the universe!” '
The suspicious, alert look' passed
from Dyck’s eyes, but hla face had be-
Mlne flushed. He reached o.ut and
poured himself another glass of wine.
"Wri«t you sny may be true, Boyne,
It may he true, hut I wouldn’t put
faith in .it—not for one Icy minute. I
m
The entrance was by two driers
one the ordinary [iubllc entrance, the
threw^iniHcir t)
g,. Jungixi sljghfly
Mallow was waddeolng, riu* trie look
of trie face was not thnt of a foe*
* “Well, let ns be friends," Dyck an-
swered with a cordial smile. "Good-
by," he added. ’Tm <|—d sorry we
hail to fight ,nt nil. Oood-by!”
CHAPTER IV.
The Killing of Errta Boyne.
— "There’s ninny a government has
marie u mess of things In Ireland,"
.said Erris Boyne; "but since the day
of Cromwell the Accursed this la the
worst. Is. there a man In Treland
that bttllevesTn It, ojr trusts It? There
are men that support It, that are
served hy It, that fill their pockets
out of It; hut by Joseph and by Mary,
there’s none thinks there couldn't lie
a better 1 Have a little more maraala,
Calhoun?"
With these words, Boyne filled up
tpe long glass out *f which Dyck Cal-
houn had been.drinking—drinking too
much. Shortly before, Dyck hnd lost
a I Frits cash at the card-table. He had
turned from It penniless aniTdlocom-
flted to see Boyne, smiling, and gay
with wine, in front of him.
Boyne took him by the arm. ,
/don't-waut to Hvoyjierc In Ireland the
horrors arid - savagery of France. I
don't want to see the guillotine up on
St'. Stephen’s green." ,
Boytie felt that he must march care- ,
fully. He was sure of his game; but
there were difficulties, and he must
not throw.hla chancea away.
Well, I'll tell you, Calhoun. I don’t
know which Is worse—Ireland bloody
with shuntings and hangings, Ulster
up In the north and Cork In the south,
fro?n the Giant’s causeway to Tralee;
no two sets of feet dancing alike, with
the btondy hand of England stretching,
•«». cvg'. th#fc JHsi|j parliament like-,
‘death ttsel(; or France ruling us. Host
docs the English government ttvtrtwnRT
Only by bribery and purchases. It
buys Its way.. Isn't, tha,t.true?"
Dyi'k nodded. ’ . ,. . ' "
"Yes, It’s true In a way,"■ he replied.
“It’s so, because 'we're what we are.”
W'e’ve never been properly put In. our
places. The hecj on our necks—that’s
the way to do It.”
Boyne, looked -oft the flushed,' angry •
face. In spite of Dyck’s words, tip
felt that his medicine v^as working
w»*fl. _
"Liston to me, Calhoun,” he salTl
softly. ’“You’ve’got to do something.
You’re living an Idle llf*Li.VU*u’**_ia_
~debf. TTiere' are hut two cottratar open
to you One is so Join the British-
forces—to he a lieutenant,“a captain,
a riiajor, "n—colonel, or a geheriil, |r
time; to shoot and cut and hang and
quarter, and rule with a heavy rod.
That's one wuy,”
"So you think I’m fit for nothing
hut the sword, eh?" asked Dyck with
Irony. "You think I've got no brglna
for anything except th* army."
Boyne laughed. , ^
"Have another drink, Calhoun." H* "
poured out more wtna. “Oh, no, not
the army alone; there's' the navy—
und there’s the French navy! It’e th*
best navy Jo the world, the freest and
the greatest, and with Bonaparte go-
ing at us, England will have enough
to do—too much. I’m thinking. So
there’s a career In the French navy
open. And listen—before you and I
other ut Uuy.sJdo of Him 1uium*v which
was on.. a comer. This could he
opened hy a skeleton key owned by
Krrls Boyne.
lie and Dyck entered, however, by
the general entrance, bemuse Boyne
had forgotten his key. They passed
through the bur-parlor, nodding to one
or two hublttjps, and presently were
bestowed In a room, not Targe, but
well 'furnished.
They played cards, nmf^Dyck won*
He won Hve times what he had lost
uF the club------This nmilc him contpnn-
lonahto. - - ,
"It's a poor business—cards," he
said at last. "It puts one up In the
clouds and down In the dltCh aJI at
the saine time. I tell you this, Boyne
—I’m going to stop. No tnan ought to'
play cards who hasn't a fortune; and
my fortune, I’ffi so?jry.4o say! Is only
tny face!" He laughed bitterly.
"And your sword—you’ve forgotten
thnt, Calhoun. You’ve a lot of luck In
your sword."
"Well, I’vp made no money xmt of
It so far," Dyck retorted cynically..
“Yet you've put men with reputa-
Mattow. Trjr a little more of this
mnrsala, Falhouh.. It's-the best In the
place, und It’a got a lot of good stuff.
I’ve been coming to the Harp and
Crown for many years, and' I’ve never
had a bad. drinkjU* that-time- The
old landlord Is a genius. He doesn’t
put tm airs. He’s H good tpan. Is old
Swlnton, and there’s nothing good In
the.drink of France that you can’t get
here."
“Well, if that’s true, how does It
happen?” asked Dyck, with a little’
flash of Interest. "11 means a lot of
trouble, eh?”
"It means some trouble. Bnt let me
tell you"—he . leaned over the table
and laid a hand on Dyfk’s, which wga
a little nervous—“let me speak as an
old friend to youjK I ipay. dier* are
the facta. For many A year, you know _
aa-weU as I do. ships have been com-1 a,nong G"**1* »™1
Ing from France to Ireland with the o.n-ct nyre marking We final dto-
navy will be In the harbors of Ir*-
Ifind, and trie French army will land
here."" He reached out and graapod
Dyck's arm. "There's no 'liberty of
fn»edom under the Union Jack. What
do you think of the tricolor? It’a *
great flag, and under It the world la
going * to be ruled—England, Spain.
Italy, Holland, Prussia, Austria and
Russia—*U og -them. Th* time is rip*.
You’ve got your chance. Take It on,
dear tad, take It on —
Dyck did pot raise his heed He
was leaning forward with both anna
on the table,' supporting himself firm-
ly ; hla head we* bowed as though
with deep Interest In what Boyne said.
And, Indeed, hla Interest was great—*
so great that all his manhood, rigOr.
all hts citizenship, were vitally aMv*.
Yet he did not lift hla head.
Dyck it charged
murder of EerrL B<
la't father.
CTO B*5 rONTlNUIlD.)
wXrs
X.
Olepoetof **
Cremation was
very best wines and liquors, and tak-
ing back- the very beat wool—amug
gled. of course. Well, our little land
lord here la the d—deat rogue of alt.
The diatoms never touch him. From
the coast the stuff cornea up to Dub-
lin without a check, and, a* he’s a
Dead.
common la ancient
Greek* and Romans.
the funertrf W**
Stb^S'iSce«nI^M*wrappvl th*
sst-rr^gas
tree* But burial remans the com-
mon and perhaj- pennanent custom
of disposing of lh«
.......
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