:^m UAc-' .jy<'o/.:-y/u/<^: THE O'DONOGHUE; TALE OF IRELAND EIFTY YEAES AGO. BY CHAKLES LEVER, ESQ., ATJTHOE OF " CONPESSIONS OP HAKEY LOREEQUEE," " CHAELES O'MAXLET, THE lEISH DEAQOON," " JACK HINTON," " TOM BUEKE OE ' OUES,' ' &C. &C. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY H. K. BROWNE. LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY. TO JOHN WILSON, ESQ., Frofessor of Moral FIxilosopby in the UniTerBity of Edinburgh, &c. tie. Dear Sir, It is but seldom that the few lines of a dedication can give tlie pleasure I now feel in availing myself of your kind permission to inscribe this volume to you. As a boy, the greatest happiness of my life was in your writings ; and among all my faults and failures, I can trace not one to your influence, while, if I have ever been momentarily successful in upholding the right, and de- nouncing the wrong, I owe more of the spirit that suggested the effort to yourself than to any other man breathing. "With my sincerest respects, and, if I dared, I should say, with my warmest regards, I am,, yours truly, CHARLES LEVER. CarisTuhe, October 18th, 1846, LIST OF ILx.tJSTRATI0N8. Tnii RECK(fMNO . . « • • Frontispiece. A Fireside Group .... Page 1G The Farewell Canter . ♦ <* . 31 Sir Archy and the Beggars . . » 63 Kerry O'Leary reading the news by deputy . • . 60 Terry, Sir Marmaduke, and Sybella . . 89 Roach's return to The O'Donognoe s C/asib • . 95 Sir Archy in a Dilemma . . c 98 Roach's Conveniency . . • • . 115 Mark and Frederick .... . * . 154 The Game of Chess • . . • . 159 The Cavern ..... 167 Kerry astonishes Sir Marmaduke . 177 Good Night . . , : . 213 Mark drawing a cork .... 217 The Student . ^ . . • 234 The Wager ..... . 252 Mark's Exit from the Bal! • 270 The Paper ...... . 276 The Wanderer's return 293 Hemsworth risits Lanty in prison . 316 Sir Archy hears something to his advantage 340 The Shealing . . . . • . 345 Mark makes a dash at the Soldiers 394 The Escape . . . • • . 397 Mark recognised by an old Acquaintance • , • 408 THE O'DONOGHUE; A TALE OF IRELAND FIFTY YEARS AGO. CHAPTER I OLENFLESK. In that wild and picturesque valley which winds its way between the town of Macroom and Bantry Bay, and goes by the name of Glenflesk, the character of Irish scenery is perhaps more perfectly displayed than in any other tract of the same extent in the island. The mountains, rugged and broken, are singularly fanciful in their outline ; their sides a mingled mass of granite and straggling herbage, where the deepest green and the red purple of the heath-bell are blended harmoniously together. The valley beneath, alternately widening and narrowing, presents one rich meadow tract, watered by a deep and rapid stream, f^d by a thousand rills that come tumbling, and foaming down the moun- tain sides, and to the traveller are seen like white streaks marking the dark surface of the precipice. Scarcely a hut is to be seen for miles of this lonely glen, and save for the herds of cattle and the flocks of sheep here and there to be descried, it would seem as if the spot had been forgotten by man, and left to sleep in its own gloomy desola- tion. The river itself has a character of wildness all its own — now, brawling over rugged rocks — now foaming between high and narrow sides, abrupt as walls, sometimes, flowing over a ledge of granite, without a ripple on the surface — then plunging madly into some dark abyss, to emerge again, lower dowii the valley, in one troubled sea of foam and spray : its dull roar the only voice that echoes in the moun- tain gorge. K?en where the humble roof of a solitary cabin can be seen, the 2 THE o'dONOGHUE. aspect of habitation rather heightens than diminishes the feeling of lonehness and desolation around. The thought of poverty enduring its privations unseen and unknown, .without an eye to mark its strug- gles, or a heart' to console its griefs, comes mournfully on the mind, and one wonders what manner of man he can be, who has fixed his dwelling in such solitude. In vain the eye ranges to catch sight of one human being, save that dark speck be such which crowns the cUff, and stands out from the clear sky behind. Yes, it is a child watching the goats that are browsing along the mountain, and as you look, the swooping mist has hidden him from your view. Life of dreariness and gloom ! What sad and me- lancholy thoughts must be his companions, who spends the live-long day on these wild heaths, his eye resting on the trackless waste where no fellow-creature moves ! how many a mournful dream will pass over his mind ! what fearful superstitions will creep in upon his imagina- tion, giving form and shape to the flitting clouds, and making the dark shadows, as they pass, seem things of life and substance. Poor child of sorrow ! How destiny has marked you for misery ! For you no childish gambols in the sun — no gay playfellow — no pad- dling in the running stream, that steals along bright and glittering, like hjappy infancy — no budding sense of a fair world, opening in glad- ness ; but all, a dreary waste — the weariness of age bound up with the terrors of childhood. The sun was just setting on a mellow evening, late in the autumn of a year towards the close of the last century, as a solitary traveller sat down to rest himself on one of the large rocks by the road-side ; di- vesting himself of his gun and shot-pouch, he lay carelessly at his length, and seemed to be enjoying the light breeze which came up the valley. He was a young and powerfnlly-built man, whose well-knit frame and muscular Hmbs showed how much habitual exercise had contri- buted to make the steepest paths of the mountain a task of ease to him. He was scarcely above the middle height, but with remarkable breadth of chest, and that squareness of proportion which indicates consider- able physical strength ; his countenance, except for a look of utter Hst- lesness and vacuity, had been pleasing ; the eyes were large and full, and of the deep grey which simulates blue ; the nose large and well-formedj the mouth alone was unprepossessing — the expression it wore was of ill- hmnour and discontent, and this character seemed so habitual that even as he sat thus alone and in/sohtude, the curl of the upper lip be- trayed his nature,^ THE O DONOGHUE. ^ His dress was a shooting-jacket of some coarse stuff, stained and washed by many a mountain streamlet ; loose trowsers of grey cloth, and heavy shoes-7-such as are worn by the peasantry, wherever such luxuries are attainable. It would have been difficult, at a mere glance, to have decided what class or condition of life he pertained to ; for, although certain traits bespoke the person of a respectable rank, there was a general air of neglect about him, that half contradicted the sup- position. He lay for some time perfectly motionless, when the tramp of horses at a distance down the glen suddenly roused him from his seeming apathy, and resting on his elbow he listened attentively. The sounds came nearer and nearer, and now, the dull roll of a carriage could be heard approaching. Strange noises these in that solitary val- ley, where even the hoofs of a single horse but rarely roused the echoes. A sudden dip of the road at a little distance from where he lay, con- cealed the view, and he remained in anxious expectancy, wondering what these sounds should portend, when suddenly the carriage seemed to have halted, and all was still. For some minutes the youth appeared to doubt whether he had not been deceived by some swooping of the wind through the passes in the mountains, when the sound of voices fell on his ear, and at the same mo- ment, two figures appeared over the crest of the hill, slowly advancing up the road. The one was a man advanced in years, but still hale and vigorous, in look — ^his features even yet eminently handsome, wore an air of mingled frankness and haughtiness ; there was in their ex- pression the habitual character of one accustomed to exert a degree of command and influence over others — a look, which of all the charac- teristics of temper, is least easily mistaken. At his side walked one who, even at a passing glance, might be pro- nounced his daughter, so striking the resemblance between them. She did not seem above sixteen years of age, but through the youthful traits of her features you could mark the same character of expression her father's wore, modified by the tender beauty, which at that age, blends the loveliness of the girl with the graces of woman- hood. Rather above than below the middle height, her figure had that distinguishing mark of elegance high birth impresses, and in her very walk a quick observer might detect an air of class. They both stopped short as they gained the summit of the hill, and appeared wonder-struck at the scene before them. The grey gloom of twihght threw its sombre shadows over the valley, but the mountain peaks were tipped with the setting sun, and shone in those rich violet and purple hues the autumn heath displays so beautifully. The dark- leayed holly and the bright arbutus blossom lent their colour to every jutting cliff and promontory, which, to eyes unacquainted with the sce- nery, gave an air of culture strangely at variance with the desolation around. " Is this wild enough for your fancy, Sybella," said the father, with a playful smile, as he watched the varying expression of the young girl's features, " or would you desire something still more dreary 1" But she made no answer. Her gaze was fixed on a thin wreath of smoke that curled its way upwards from what appeared a low mound of earth, in the valley below the road ; some branches of trees, covered with sods of earth, grass-grown and still green, were heaped up together, and through these the vapour found a passage and floated into the air. "I am wondering what that fire can mean,'* said she, pointing downwards with her finger. " Here is some one will explain it," said the old man, as for the first time he perceived the youth, who still maintained his former attitude on the bank, and with a studied indifference, paid no attention to those whose presence had before so much surprised him "I say, my good fellow, what does that smoke mean we see yonder?" The youth sprung to his feet with a bound that almost startled his questioner, so sudden and abrupt the motion ; his features, inactive and colourless the moment before, seemed almost convulsedmow, while they became dark with blood. " Was it to me you spoke ?" said he, in a low guttural tone, which Tiis passion made actually tremulous. "Yes " But before the old man could reply, his daughter, with the quick tact of womanhood, perceiving the mistake her father had fallen, into, hastily interrupted him by saying, — " Yes, SU-, we were asking you the cause of the fire at the foot of that cliff." The tone and the manner in which the words were uttered seemed at once to have disarmed his anger ; and although for a second or two he made no answer, his features recovered their former half-listless look, as he said — " It is a cabin — There is another yonder, beside the river." " A cabin ! Surely you cannot mean that people are living there ?" said the girl, as a sickly paler spread itself across her cheeks. ••Yes, to be sure," replied the youth ; "they have no better here- abouts." THE O DONOGHUE. Q. " What poverty — ^what dreadful misery is this !" said she, as the great tears gushed forth, and stole heavily down her face, " They are not so poor," answered the young man, in a voice of almost reproof. " The cattle along that mountain all belong to these people — the goats you see in that glen are theirs also." " And whose estate may this be V* said the old man. Either the questioner or his question seemed to have called up again the youth's former resentment, for he fixed his eyes steadily on him for some time without a word, and then slowly added — " This belongs to an Enghshman — a certain Sir Marmaduke Travers — It is the estate of O'Donoghue." " Was, you mean, once," answered the old man quickly. ** I mean what I say," rephed the other rudely. " Confiscation can- not take away a right, it can at most " This speech was fortunately not destined to be finished, for wliile he was speaking, his quick glance detected a dark object soaring above his head. In a second he had seized his gun, and taking a steady aim, he fired. The loud report was heard repeated in many a far-off glen, and ere its last echo died away, a heavy object fell upon the road not many yards from where they stood. " This fellow," said the youth, as he Hfted the body of a large black eagle from the ground — " This feUow was a confiscator too, and see what he has come to. You'd not tell me that our lambs were his, would you ?" The roll of wheels happily drowned these words, for by this time the postillions had reached the place, the four post-horses labouring under the heavy-laden traveUing carriage, with its innumerable boxes and im- perials. The post-boys saluted the young man with marked deference, to which he scarcely deigned an acknowledgment, as he replaced his shot- pouch, and seemed to prepare for the road once more. Meanwhile the old gentleman had assisted his daughter to the car- riage, and was about to follow, when he turned, around suddenly and said — " If your road Ues this way, may I offer you a seat with us V* The youth stared as if he did not well comprehend the offer, and his cheek flushed, as he answered coldly^ — ** I thank you ; but my path is across the mountain." Both parties saluted distantly, the door of the' carriage closed, and the word to move on was given, when the young man, ^taking two dark feathers from the eagle's wing, approached the window. •* I was forgetting," said he, in a voice of hesitation and diffidence, " perhaps you would accept these feathers." The young girl smiled, and half blushing, muttered some words in reply, as she took the oflFered present. The horses sprung forward the next instant, and a few minutes after, the road was as silent and de- serted as before ; and save the retiring sound of the wheels, nothing broke the stillness. CHAPTER II. THE WAYSIDE INN. As the glen continues to wind between the mountains, it gradually becomes narrower, and at last contracts to a mere cleft, flanked on either side by two precipitous walls of rock, which rise to the height of several hundred feet above the road ; this is the pass of Keim-an-eigh, one of the wildest and most romantic ravines of the scenery of the south. At the entrance to this pass there stood, at the time we speak of, a small wayside inn, or shebeen-house, whose greatest recommendation was in the fact, that it was the only place where shelter and refreshment could be obtained for miles on either side. An humble thatched cabm abutting against the granite rock of the glen, and decorated with an almost effaced sign of St. Finbar converting a very unprepossessing heathen, over the door, showed where Mary M*Kelly dispensed " en- thertainment for man and baste." A chance traveller, bestowing a passing glance upon this modest edi- fice, might deem that an inn in such a dreary and unfrequented valley, must prove a very profitless speculation — few, very few travelled the road — fewer still would halt to bait within ten miles of Bantry. Report, how- , ever, said differently ; the impression in the country was, that " Mary's" — as it was briefly [styled — had a readier share of business than many a more promising and pretentious hotel ; in fact, it was generally believed to be the resort of all the smugglers of the coast ; and the market, where the shopkeepers of the interior repaired in secret to purchase the con- traband wares and " run goods," which poured into the country from the ihores of France and Holland. THE o'dONOGHUE, 7 Vast storehouses and caves were said to exist in the rock behind the house^ to store away the valuable goods, which from time to time arrived ; and it was currently believed that the cargo of an Indiaman might have been concealed within these secret recesses, and never a cask left in view to attract suspicion. It is not into these gloomy receptacles of contraband that we would How conduct our reader, but into a far more cheerful andmore comfortable locahty — the spacious kitchen of the cabin, or, in fact, the apartment which served for the double purpose of cooking and eating — the com- mon room of the inn, where around a blazing fire of black turf was seated a party of three persons. At one side sat the fat and somewhat comely figure of Mary herselri a woman of some five-and-forty years, with that expression of rough and ready temperament, the habits of a wayside inn will teach. She had a clear, full eye — a wide, but not unpleasant mouth — and a voice that suited well the melhfluous intonation of a Kerry accent. Oppo- site to her were two thin, attenuated old men, who, for dress, look, age, voice, and manner, it would have been almost impossible to distinguish from each other ; for while the same weather-beaten, shrivelled expression was common to both, their jackets of blue cloth, leather breeches, and top boots, were so precisely alike, that they seemed the very Dromios brought back to life, to perform as postillions. Such they were — such they had been for above fifty years. They had travelled the country from the time they were boys — they entered the career together, and together they were jogging onward to the last stage of all, the only one where they hoped to be at rest ! Joe and Jim Daly were two names no one ever heard disunited ; they were regarded as but one corporeally, and although they affected at times to make distinctions themselves, the world never gave them credit for any consciousness of separate identity. These were the postillions of the travelling carriage, which having left at its destination, about two miles distant, they were now regaling themselves at Mary's, where the horses were to rest for the night. "Faix, ma'am, and it's driving ye may call it," said one of the pair, as he sipped a very smoking compomid the hostess had just mixed, "a hard gallop every step of the way, barrin the bit of a hill at Carrignacurra." " Well, I hope ye had the decent hansel for it, any how, Jim ?" "I'm Joe, ma'am, av its plazing to ye. Jim is the pole-end boy; he rides the layders. And it's true for ye — they behaved dacent.'^' "A goold guinea, divil a less" — said the other, "there's no use in 8 THE 0*DONOGHUE. denying it. Begorra, it was all natural, them's as rich as Crasis ; sure didn't I see the young lady herself throwing out the tenpenny bits to the gossoons, as we went by, as if it was dirt ; bad luck to me, but I was going to throw down the Bishop of Cloyne." " Throw down who ?" said the hostess. " The near wheeler, ma'am ; he's a broken-kneed ould divil, we bought from the bishop, and called him after liim ; and as I was saying, I was going to cross them on the pole, and get a fall, just to have a scramble for the money, with the gaffers." " * They look so poor,' says she. God help her — ^it's little poverty she saw — there isn't one of them crayters hasn't a sack of potatoes." "Ay — ^more of them a pig." ** And hens," chimed in the first speaker, with a horror at the im- position of people so comfortably endowed, affecting to feel any jires- sure or poverty. "And what's bringing them here at all?" said Mrs. M*Kelly, with a voice of some asperity ; for she foresaw no pleasant future in the fact of a resident great man, who would not be likely to give any encourage- ment to the branch of traffic her principal customers followed. " Sorrow one of me knows," was the safe reply of the individual addressed, who not being prepared with any view of the matter, save that founded on the great benefit to the country, preferred this answer to a more decisive one. ",'Tis to improve the property, they say," interposed the other, who was not equally endowed with caution. " To look after the estate him- self he has come." " Improve, indeed !" echoed the hostess. " Much we want their improving ! Why didn't they leave us the ould famihes of the country? It's little we used to hear of improving, when I was a child. God be good to us. — There was ould Miles O'Donoghue, the present man's father, I'd like to see what he'd say, if they talked to him about improvement. Ayeh! sure I mind the time a hogshead of claret didn't do the fort- night. My father, rest his soul, used to go up to the house every Monday morning for orders ; and ye'd see a string of cars following him at the same time, with tay, and sugar, and wine, and brandy, and oranges, and lemons. Them was the raal improvem-ents !" " 'Tis true for ye, ma'am. It was a fine house, I always heerd tell." " Forty-six in the kitchen, besides about fourteen colleens and gos- soons about the place; the best of enthertainment up stairs and down." "^ Musha ! that was grand." THE O DONOGHUE. 9 "A keg of sperits, with a spigot, in the servants' hall, and no saying by your leave, but drink while ye could stand over it." " The Lord be good to us !" piously ejaculated the twain. •' The hams was boiled in sherry wine." " Begorra, I wish I was a pig them times." " And a pike daren't come up to table without an elegant pudding in his belly that cost five pounds ! " "'Tis the fish has their own luck always," was the profound medita- tion at this piece of good fortune. " Ayeh ! ayeh ! " continued the hostess in a strain of lamentation, *' When the ould stock was in it, we never heerd tell of improvements. He'll be making me take out a license, I suppose," said* she, in a voice of half contemptuous incredulity. " Faix, there's no knowing," said Joe, as he shook the ashes out of his pipe, and nodded his head sententiously, as though to say, that in the miserable times they'd fallen upon, any thing was possible. " Licensed for sperits and groceries," said Mrs. M'Kelly, with a sort of hysterical giggle, as if the thought were too much for her nerves. " I wouldn't wonder if he put up a " pike," stammered out Jim, thereby implying that human atrocity would have reached its climax. The silence which followed this terrible suggestion, was now loudly interrupted by a smart knocking at the door of the cabin, which. was already barred and locked for the night. " Who's there ?" said Mary, as she held a cloak across the blaze of the fire, so as to prevent the light being seen through the apertures ot the door — " 'tis in bed we are, and late enough, too." " Open the door, Mary, it's me," said a somewhat confident voice. " I saw the fire burning brightly — and there's no use hiding it." " Oh, troth, Mr. Mark, I'll not keep ye out in the cowld," said the hostess, as, unbarring the door, she admitted the guest whom we had seen some time since in the glen. *' Sure enough, 'tisn't an O'Donoghue we'd shut the door agin, any how." *' Thank ye, Mary," said the young man ; " I have been all day in the mountains, and had no sport ; and as that pleasant old Scotch uncle of mine gives me no peace, when I come home empty-handed, I have resolved to stay here for the night, and try my luck to-morrow. Don't stir, Jim — there's room enough, Joe : Mary's fire is never so grudging, but there's a warm place for every one. What's in this big pot here, Mary?" " It's a stew, sir ; more by token, of your honour's providin'." "Mine— how is that?" 10 THE o'dONOGHVE. "The hare ye shot afore tlie door, yesterday morning ; snre it's raal luck we have it for you now ;" and while Mary employed herself in the pleasant hustle of preparing the supper, the young man drew near to the fire, and engaged the others in conversation. " That travelHng carriage was going on to Bantry, Joe, I suppose ?'* stdd the youth, in a tone of easy indifference. " No sir ; they stopped at the lodge ahove." ** At the lodge ! — surely you can't mean that they were the English family — Sir Marmaduke.'* "'Tis just himself, and his daughter. I heerd them say the names, as we were leaving Macroom. They were not expected here these three weeks ; and Captain Hemsworth, the agent, isn't at home ; and they say there's no servants at the lodge, nor nothin' ready for the quahty at all ; and sure when a great lord like that " " He is not a lord, you fool ; he has not a drop of noble blood in his body : he's a London banker — rich enough to buy birth, if gold could do it.'* The youth paused in his vehemence, then added, in a mutter- ing voice — " Rich enough to buy up the inheritance of those who have blood in their veins." The tone of voice in which the young man spoke, and the angry loqk which accompanied these words, threw a gloom over the party, and for some time nothing was said on either side. At last he broke silence abruptly by saying — " And that was his daughter, then?" " Yes, sir ; and a purty crayture she is, and a kind-hearted. The moment she heerd she was on her father's estate, she began asking the names of all the people, and if they were well off, and what they had to ate, and where was the schools." " The schools !" broke in Mary, in an accent of great derision — "musha, it's great schooling we want up the glen, to teach us to bear poverty and cowld, without complaining : learning is a fine thing for the hunger " Her irony was too delicate for the thick apprehension of poor Jim, who felt himself addressed by the remark, and piously responded — "It is so, glory be to God !" "Well," said the young man, who now seemed all eagerness to re- sume the subject — " well, and what then ?" ** Then, she was wondering where was the roads up to the cabins on the mountains, as if the likes of them people had roads !" " They've ways of their own — the EngUsh," interrupted Jim, ^dio felt, iealous of his companion being always referred to — " for whenever THE O'DONOGHUE. Xk we passed a little potatoe garden, or a lock of oats, it was always, * God be good to us, but they're mighty poor hereabouts ;* but when we got into the raal wild part of the glen, with divil a house nor a human being near us, sorrow word out of their mouths but ' fine, beautiful, elegant !' till we came to Keim-an-eigh, and then, ye'd think that it was fifty acres of wheat they were looking at, wid all the praises they had for the big rocks, and black cHffs over our heads." " I showed them your honour's father's place on the mountains," said Joe. " Yes, faith," broke in Jim ; " and the young lady laughed and said, *you see, father, we have a neighbour after all."* The blood mounted to the youth's cheek, till it became almost purple, but he did not utter a word. " * 'Tis the O'Donoghue, my lady,' said I," continued Joe, who saw the difficulty of the moment, and hastened to relieve it — " that's his castle up there, with the high tower. 'Twas there the family lived these nine hundred years, whin the whole country was their own ; and they wor kings here." " And did you hear what the ould gentleman said then ?" asked Jim. " No, I didn't — I wasn't mindin' him," rejoined Joe"^ endeavouring with all his might to repress the indiscreet loquacity of the other. " What was it, Jim?" said the young man, with a forced smile. "Faix, he begun a laughing, yer honour, and says he, 'We must pay our respects at Coort,' says he ; * and I'm sure we'll be well received, for we know his Royal Highness already* — that's what he called yer honour." The youth sprang to his feet, with a gesture so violent and sudden, as to startle the whole party, " What," he exclaimed, " and are we sunk so low, as to be a scoff and a jibe to a London money-changer ? If I but heard him speak the words " " Arrah, he never said it at all," said Joe, with a look that made his counterpart tremble all over. " That bosthoon there, would make you believe he was in the coach, convarsing the whole way with him. Sure wasn't I riding the wheeler, and never heerd a word of it. Whisht, I tell ye, and don't provoke me." ** Ay^ stop your mouth with some of this," interposed Mary, as shs helped the smoking and savoury mess around the table. Jim looked down abashed and ashamed ; his testimony" was discre- dited ; and without knowing why or wherefore, he yet had an indistinct glimmering that any effort to vindicate his character would be ill-re- 12 THX O'DONOGHUE. ceived ; he therefore said nothing more: his silence was contagious, and the meal which a few moments before promised so pleasantly, passed oflf with gloom and restraint. All Mary M*Kelly*s blandishments, assisted by a smoking cup of mulled claret — a beverage which not a Chateau on the Rhone could rival in racy flavour — failed to recall the young man's good-humour : he sat in gloomy silence, only broken at intervals by sounds of some low mut- tering to himself. Mary at length having arranged the little room for his reception, bade him good night, and retired to rest. The postillions sought their dens over the stable, and the youth, apparently lost in his own thoughts, sat alone by the embers of the turf fire, and at last sunk to sleep where he was, by the chimney-corner. CHAPTER III. THE " COTTAGE AND THE CASTLE." Of Sir Marmaduke Travers, there is httle to tell the reader beyond what the few hints thrown out already may have conveyed to him. He was a London banker, whose wealth was reputed to be enormous. Ori- ginally a younger son, he succeeded somewhat late in life to the baronetcy and large estates of his family. The habits, however, of an active city life — the pursuits which a long career had made a second na- ture to him — ^rendered him both unfit to enter upon the less exciting duties of a country gentleman's existence, and made him regard such as devoid of interest or amusement. He ^continued therefore to reside in London for many years after he became the baronet ; and it was only at the death of his wife, to whom he was devotedly attached, that these habits became distasteful ; he found that he could no longer continue a course which companionship and mutual feeUng had rendered agree- able, and he resolved at once to remove to some one of his estates, where a new sphere of occupation might alleviate the sorrows of his loss. To this no obstacle of any kind existed. His only son was already launched into Hfe as an officer in the guards ; and, except his daughter, so lately before the reader, he had no other children. The effort to attain forgetfulness was not more siiccessful here, than THE O'dONOGHUE. IS it is usually found to be. The old man sought, but found not in a country life the solace he expected ; neither his tastes nor his habits suited those of his neighbours ; he was little of a sportsman, still less of a farmer. The intercourse of country social life was a poor recom- pense for the unceasing flow of London society. He grew wearied very soon of his experiment, and longed once more to return to his old haunts and habits. One more chance, however, remained for him, and he was unwilling to reject without trying it. This was, to visit Ire- land, where he possessed a large estate, which he had never seen. The property, originally mortgaged to his father, was represented as singularly picturesque and romantic, possessing great mineral wealth, and other resources, never examined into, nor made available. His agent. Captain Hemsworth, a gentleman who resided on the estate, at his annual visit to the proprietor, used to dilate upon the manifold advantages and ca- pabihties of the property, and never ceased to implore him to pay a visit, if even for a week or two, sincerely trusting the while that such an intention might never occur to him. These entreaties, made from year to year, were the regular accompaniment of every settlement of account, and as readily replied to by a half promise, which the maker was certainly not more sincere in pledging. Three years of country.life had now, however, disposed SirMarmaduke to reflect on this long unperformed journey ; and, regardless of the fact that his agent was then grouse-shooting in Scotland, he set out at a moment's notice, and without a word to apprise the household at the lodge of his intended arrival, reached the house in the evening of an autumn day, by the road we have already been describing. It is but justice to Sir Marmaduke to add, that he was prompted to this step by other than mere selfish considerations. The state of Ireland had latterly become a topic of the press in both countries. The poverty of the people — interpreted in various ways, and ascribed to very op- posite causes — was a constant theme of discussion and conversation. The strange phenomenon of a land teeming with abundance, yet overrun by a starving population, had just then begun to attract notice ; and theories were rife in accounting for that singular and anomalous social condition, which unhappily the experience of an additional half century has not succeeded in solving. Sir Marmaduke was well versed in these popular writings ; he had the " Whole State of Ireland" by heart ; and so firmly was he persuaded that his knowledge of the subject was perfect, that he became actually impatient until he had reached the country, and commenced the great scheme of regeneration and civilization, by which Ireland and her people 14 THE o'dONOGUUK. were to be placed among the most favoured nations. He had heard much of Irish indolence and superstition — Irish bigotry and intole- rance — the indifiference to comfort — the indisposition to exertion — the recklessness of the present — the improvidence of the future ; he had been told that saint-days and holy days mulcted labour of more than half its due — that ignorance made the other half almost valueless ; he had read, that, the easy contentment with poverty, had made all indus- try distasteful, and all exertion, save what was actually indispensable, a thing to be avoided. " Why should these things be, when they were not so in Norfolk, nor m Yorkshire?" was the question he ever asked, and to which his knowledge furnished no reply. There, superstitions, if they existed — and he knew not if they did — came not in the way of daily labour. Saints never unharnessed the team, nor laid the plough inactive — com- fort was a stimulant to industry that none disregarded ; habits of order and decorum made the possessor respected — poverty almost argued mis- conduct, and certainly was deemed a reproach. Why then not propa- gate the system of these happy districts in Ireland ? To do this was the great end and object of his visit. • Philanthropy would often seem unhappily to have a dislike to the practical — the generous emotions appear shorn of their freedom, when trammelled with the fruit of experience or reflection. So, certainly it was, in the case before us. Sir Marmaduke had the very best intentions — the weakest notions of their realization ; the most unbounded desire for good — the very narrowest conceptions of how to effect it. Like most theorists, no speculative difficulty was great enough to deter — ^no practical obstacle was so small as not to affright him. It never ap- parently occurred to him that men are not every where alike, and this trifling omission was the source of difficulties, which he persisted in ascribing to causes outside of himself. Generous, kind-hearted, and benevolent, he easily forgave an injury, never willingly inflicted one j he was also, however, hot-tempered and passionate ; he could not brook opposition to his will, where its object seemed laudable to himself, and was utterly unable to make allowance for prejudices and leanings in others, simply because'he had never experienced them in his own breast. Such was, in a few words, the present occupant of "the Lodge" — as the residence of the agent was styled. Originally a hunting box, it had been enlarged and ornamented by Captain Hemsworth, and converted into a cottage of singular beauty, without, and no mean pretension to comfort, within doors. It occupied an indenture of the glen of Keim- an-eigh, and stood on the borders of a small mountain-lake, the surface THE ODONOGHUE. 15 of which was dotted with wooded islands. Behind the cottage, and favoured hy the shelter of the ravine, the native oaks grew to a great size, and contrasted hy the rich foHage waving in the breeze, with the dark sides of the cliff opposite, rugged, barren and immutable. In all the luxuriance of this mild cHmate, shrubs attained the height of trees ; and flowers, rare enough elsewhere to demand the most watch- ful care, grew here, unattended and imregarded. The very grass had a depth of green, softer and more pleasing to the eye than in other places. It seemed as if nature had, in compensation for the solitude around, shed her fairest gifts over this lonely spot, one bright gem in the dreary sky of winter. About a mile further down the glen, and seated on a lofty pinnacle of rock, immediately above the road, stood the once proud castle of the O'Donoghue. Two square and massive towers still remained to mark its ancient strength, and the ruins of various outworks and bastions could be traced, extending for a considerable distance on every side. Between these square towers, and occupying the space where originally a curtain wall stood, a long low building now extended, whose high-pitched roof and narrow windows vouched for an antiquity of little more than a hundred years. It was a strange incongruous pile, in which fortress and farm-house seemed welded together — the whole no bad type of its past and its present owners. The approach was by a narrow cause- way, cut in the rock, and protected by a square keep, through whose deep arch the road penetrated — flanked on either hand by a low battle- mented wall ; along these, two rows of lime trees grew, stately and beau- ful in the midst of all the ruin about them. They spread their waving foliage around, and threw a mellow, solemn shadow along the walk. Except these, not a tree, nor even a shrub, was to be seen — the vast woods of nature's own planting had disappeared — the casualties of war — the chances of times of trouble, or the more ruinous course of poverty, had laid them low,, and the barren mountain now stood revealed, where once were waving forests and shady groves, the home of summer birds, the lair of the wild deer. Cows and farm-horses were stabled in what once had been the out- works of the castle. Implements of husbandry lay carelessly on all sides, neglect and decay marked every thing, the garden-wall was broken down in many places, and cattle strayed at will among the torn fruit-trees and dilapidated terraces, while, as if to add to the dreary as- pect of the scene, the ground for a considerable distance around had been tilled, but never subsequently restored to grass land, and now along its ridged surface noisome weeds and thistles grew rankly, tainting the 16 THE O'dONOGHUE. air with their odour, and sending up heavy exhalations from the moist and spongy earth. If, without, all looked sad and sorrow-struck, the appearances within, were not much better. A large flagged-hall, opened upon two long ill-lighted corridors, from which a number of small sitting- rooms led off. Many of these were perfectly devoid of furniture; in the others, what remained seemed to owe its preservation to its want of value rather than any other quality. Cracked looking-glasses — broken chairs, rudely mended by some country hand — ragged and patched carpets, were the only things to be found, with here and there some dirt-disJSgured piece of framed canvas, which, whether tapestry or painting, no eye could now discover. These apartments bore little or no trace of habitation ; indeed, for many years they were rarely entered by any one. A large square room in one of the towers, of some forty feet in dimensions, was the ordinary resort of the family, serving the pur- poses of drawing and dining-room. This was somewhat better in appearance: whatever articles of furniture had any pretension to comfort or convenience were here assembled ; and here, were met, old- fashioned sofas, deep arm-chairs, quaint misshapen tables like millipedes, and fat old footstools, the pious work of long-forgotten grandmothers. A huge screen, covered with a motley array of prints and caricature ^ cut off the group around the ample fire-place from the remainder of the apartment, and it is within this charmed circle we would now copduct our reader. In the great arm-chair, to the right of the ample fire-place, sat u powerfully built old man, whose hair was white as snow, and fell in long waving masses at either side of his head. His forehead, massive and expanded, surmounted two dark, penetrating eyes, which even ex- treme old age had not deprived of their lustre. The other features of his face were rather marked by a careless, easy sensuality, than by any other character, except that in the mouth the expression of firmness was strongly displayed. His dress was a strange mixture of the cos- tume of gentleman and peasant. His coat, worn and threadbare, bore traces of better days, in its cut and fashion ; his vest also showed the fragment of tarnished embroidery along the margin of the flapped pockets ; but the coarse knee breeches of corduroy, and the thick grey lambs wool stockings, wrinkled along the legs, were no better than those worn by the poorer farmers of the neighbourhood. This was the O'Donoghue himself. Opposite to him sat one as unHke him in every respect as it was possible to conceive. He was a tall, spare, raw-boned figure, whose grey eyes and high cheek-bones bore traces of a different race from that of the aged chieftain. An ex- THE o'dONOGHUE. 17 pression of intense acuteness pervaded every feature of his face, and seemed concentrated about the angles of the mouth, where a series of deep wrinkles were seen to cross and intermix with each other, omens of a sarcastic spirit, indulged without the least restraint on the part of its possessor. His wiry grey hair was hrushed rigidly back from his bony temples, and fastened into a short queue behind) thus giving greater apparent length to his naturally long and narrow face. His dress was that of a gentleman of the time : a full-skirted coat of a dark brown, with a long vest descending below the hips ; breeches somewhat a deeper shade of the same colour, and silk stockings, with silver- buckled shoes, completed an attire which, if plain, was yet scrupu- lously neat and respectable. As he sat, almost bolt upright, in his chair, there was a look of vigilance and alertness about him very oppo- site to the careless, nearly drooping air of the O'Donoghue. Such Was Sir Archibald M'Nab, the brother of the O'Donoghue's late wife, for the old man had been a widower for several years. Certain circumstances of a doubtful and mysterious nature had made him leave his native country of Scotland many years before, and since that, he had taken up his abode with his brother-in-law, whose retired habits and solitary residence afforded the surest guarantee against his ever being traced. His age must have been almost as great as the O'Donoghue's ; but the energy of his character, the lightness of his frame, and the habits of his life, all contributed to make him seem much younger. Never were two natures more dissimilar. The one, reckless, lavish, and improvident; the other, cautious, sa\ing, and full of forethought. O'Donoghue was frank and open — his opinions easily known — his re- solutions hastily formed. M'Nab was close and secret, carefully weigh- ing every thing before hp made up his mind, and not much given to imparting his notions, when he had done so. In one point alone was there any similarity between them — pride of ancestry and birth they both possessed in common ; but this trait, so far from serving to reconcile the other discrepancies of their natures, kept them even wider apart, and added to the passive estrangement of ill-matched associates, an additional element of active discord. There was a lad of some fifteen or sixteen years of age, who sat be- side the fire on a low stool, busily engaged in deciphering, by the fitful light of the bog-wood, the pages of an old volume, in which he seemed deeply interested. The blazing pine, as it threw its red gleam over the room, showed the handsome forehead of the youth, and the ample locks of a rich auburn, which hung in clusters over it ; while his face was strikingly hke the old man's, the mildness of its expression— c It IHK 0*DONOGHTyE. partly the result of youth, partly the character imparted by his p». sent occupation — was unlike that of either his father or brother; for Herbert O'Donoghue was the younger son of the house, and was said, both in temper and appearance, to resemble his mother. At a distance from the fire, and with a certain air of half assurance, half constraint, sat a man of some five-and-thirty years of age, whose dress of green coat, short breeches, and top boots, suggested at once the jockey, to which the mingled look of confidence and cunning bore ample corroboration. This was a well-known character in the south of Ireland at that time. His name was Lanty Lawler. The sporting habits of the gentry — their easiness on the score of intimacy — the ad- vantages of a ready-money purchaser, whenever they wished " to weed their stables," admitted the horse-dealer pretty freely among a class, to which neither his habits nor station could have warranted him in pre- senting himself. But, in addition to these qualities, Lanty was rather a prize in remote and unvisited tracts, such as the one we have been describing, his information being both great and varied in every thing going forward. He had the latest news of the capital — ^the fashions of hair and toilet — the colours worn by the ladies in vogue, and the new- est rumours of any intended change — he knew well the gossip of poHtics and party — upon the probable turn of events in and out of parliament he could hazard a guess, with a fair prospect of accuracy. With the prices of stock and the changes in the world of agriculture he was thoroughly familiar, and had besides a world of stories and ismall-talk on every possible subject, which he brought forth with the greatest tact as regarded the tastes and character of his company, one-half of his acquaintances being totally ignorant of the gifts and graces, by which he obtained fame and character with the other. A roving vagabond life gave him a certain free-and-easy air, which, among the majority of his associates, was a great source of his popu- larity ; but he well knew when to lay this aside, and assume the exact shade of deference and respect his company might require. If then with O'Donoghue himself, he would have felt perfectly at ease, the pre- sence of Sir Archy, and his taciturn solemnity, was a sad check upon him, and mingled the freedom he felt with a degree of reserve far from comfortable. However, he had come for a purpose, and, if successful, the result would amply remunerate him for any passing inconvenience he might incur ; and with this thought he armed himself, as he entered the room some ten minutes before. "So you are looking for Mark," said the O'Donoghue to Lanty. •* You can't help hankering after that grey mare of his.'* THE O*D0N0GHUE. 19 ** Sure enough, sir, there's no denying it. I'll have to give him the forty pounds for her, though, as sure as I'm here, she's not worth the money ; hut when I've a fancy for a beast, or take a conceit out of her — it's no use, I must buy her — that's it !" " "Well, I don't think he'll give her to you now, Lanty ; he has got her so quiet — so gentle — that I doubt he'll part with her." "It's little a quiet one suits him ; faix, he'd soon tire of her if she wasn't rearing or plunging like mad! He's an elegant rider, God bless him. I've a black horse now that would mount him well ; he's out of * Divil-may-care,' Mooney's horse, and can take six foot of a wall flying, with fourteen stone on his back ; and barring the least taste of a capped hock, you could not see speck nor spot about him wrong. " "He's in no great humour for buying just now," interposed the O'Donoghue, with a voice to which some suddenly awakened recollec- tion imparted a tone of considerable depression. "Sure we might make a swop with the mare," rejoined Lanty, determined not to be foiled so easily ; and then, as no answer was forth- coming, after a long pause, he added, " and havn't I the elegant pony for Master fierbert there ; a crame colour — clean bred — with white mane and tail. If he was the Prince of Wales he might ride her. She has racing speed — they tell me, for I only have her a few days j and, faix, ye'd win all the county stakes with her." The youth looked up from his book, and listened with glistening eyes and animated features to the description, which, to one reared as he was, possessed no common attraction. " Sure I'll send over for her to-morrow, and you can try her," said Lanty, as if replying to the gaze with which the boy regarded him. " Ye mauna do nae sich a thing," broke in M*Nab. " Keep your rogueries and rascalities for the auld generation ye hae assisted to ruin; but leave the young anes alane to mind ither matters than dicing and horse-racing." Either the O'Donoghue conceived the allusion one that bore hardly on himself, or he felt vexed that the authority of a father over his son should have been usurped by another, or both causes were in operation together, but he turned an angry look on Sir Archy, and said — " And why shouldn't the boy ride ? was there ever one of his name or family that didn't know how to cross a country ? I don't intend him for a highland pedlar." " He might be waur," retorted M'Nab, solemnly, " he might be an Irish beggar." 20 THE o'dONOGHUE. " By my soul, sir," broke in O'Donoghue ; but fortunately an inter- ruption saved the speech from being concluded, for at the same moment the door opened, and Mark O'Donoghue, travel-stained and weary- looking, entered the room. " Well, Mark," said the old man, as his eyes ghstened at the appear- ance of his favourite son — " what sport, boy V " Poor enough, sir ; five brace in two days is nothing to boast of, besides two hares. Ah, Lanty — you here ; how goes it ?" " Purty well, as times go, Mr. Mark," said the horse-dealer, afi*ect- ing a degree of deference he would not have deemed necessary had they been alone. " I'm glad to see you back again." " Why — what old broken-down devils have you now got on hand to pass off upon us ? It's fellows like you destroy the sport of the country. You carry away every good horse to be found, and cover the country with spavined, wuid-galled brutes, not fit for the kennel." "That's it, Mark — give him a canter, lad," cried the old man, joy- ftdly. " I know what you are at well enough," resumed the youth, encou- raged by these tokens of approval ; " you want that grey mare of mine. You have some fine English officer ready to give you an hundred and fifty, or, may be, two hundred guineas, for her, the moment you bring her over to England. " May I never ■ " That's the trade you drive. Nothing too bad for us — nothing too good for them." " See now, Mr. Mark, I hope I may never " " Well, Lanty, one word for all ; I'd rather send a bullet through her skull this minute, than let you have her for one of your fine English patrons." " Won't you let me speak a word at all," interposed the horse- dealer, in an accent half imploring, half deprecating. " If I buy the mare — and it isn't for want of a sporting offer if I don't — she'll never go to England — no — devil a step. She's for one in the country here beside you ; but I won't say more, and there now." At these words he drew a soiled black leather pocket-book from the breast of his coat, and opening it, displayed a thick roll of bank notes, tied with a piece of string — ■" There now — there's sixty pounds in that bundle there — at least I hope so, for I never counted it since I got it — take it for her oi leave it — just as you hke ; and may I never have luck with a beast, but there's not a gentleman in the county would give the same money for her.'* Here he dropped his voice to a whisper, and added, " Sure the speedy cut is ten pounds off her price any day, between two brothers.'* THE o'DONOGHUE. 21 "What!" said the youth, as his brows met in passion, and his heightened colour showed how his anger was raised. "Well, well — ^it's no matter, there's my offer; and if I make a ten pound note of her, sure it's all I live by ; I wasn't born to an estate and a fine property, like yourself." These words, uttered in such a tone as to be inaudible to the rest, seemed to moUify the young man's wrath, for, sullenly stretching forth his hand, he took the bundle and opened it on the table before him. " A dry bargain never was a lucky one, they say, Lanty — isn't that so ?'* said the O'Donoghue, as, seizing a small hand-bell, he ordered up a supply of claret, as well as the more vulgar elements for punch, should the dealer, as was probable, prefer that liquor. " These notes seem to have seen service," muttered Mark : " here's a ragged fellow. There's no making out whether he's two or ten." " They were well handled, there's no doubt of it," said Lanty, " the tenants was paying them in ; and sure you know yourself how they thumb and finger a note before they part with it. You'd think they were trying to take leave of them. There's many a man can't read a word, can tell you the amount of a note, just by the feel of it ! — Thank you, sir, I'll take the spirits — it's what I'm most used to." "Who did you get them from, Lanty?" said the O'Donoghue. " Malachi Glynn, sir, of Cahernavorra, and, by the same token, I got a hearty laugh at the same house once before." " How was that V said the old man, for he saw by the twinkle of Lanty' s eye, that a story was coming. " Faix, just this way, sir. It was a little after Christmas last year that Mr. Malachi thought he'd go up to Dublin for a month or six weeks with the young ladies, just to show them, by way of; for ye see, there's no dealing at all downihere ; and he thought he'd bring them up, and see what could be done. Musha ! but they're the hard stock to get rid of ! and somehow they don't improve by holding them over. And as there was levees, and drawing-rooms, and balls going on, sure it would go hard but he'd get off a pair of them anyhow. Well, it was an elegant scheme, if there was money to do it ; but devil a farthin' was to be had, high or low, beyond seventy pounds I gave for the two carriage horses and the yearlings that was out in the field, and sure that wouldn't do at all. He tried the tenants for * the November,' but what was the use of it, though he offered a receipt in full for ten shil- iings in the pound? — when a lucky thought struck him. Troth, and it's what ye may call a grand thought too. He was walking about be- fore the door, thinking and ruminating how to raise the money, when ODONOGUUE. he I sees the sheep grazing on the lawn foruint him-^not that he could sell one of them, for there was a strap of a bond or mortage on them a year before. * Faix/ and says he, * when a man's hard up for cash, he*s often obUged to wear a mighty thread-bare coat, and go cold enough in the winter season — and sure it*s reason, sheep isn't better than Chris- tians ; and begorra,* says he, * I'll have the fleece off ye, if the weather was twice as cowld.* No sooner said than done. They were ordered hito^the haggard-yard the same evening, and, as sure as ye're there, they cut the wool off them three days after Christmas. Musha I but it Was a pitiful sight to see them turned out shivering and shaking, with the snow on the ground. And it didn't thrive with him ; for three died the first night. "Well, when he seen what come of it, he had them all brought in again, and they gathered all the spare clothes and the ould rags in the house together, and dressed them up, at least the ones that were worst ; and such a set of craytures never was seen. One had an olti petticoat on ; another a flannel waistcoat ; many, could only get a cravat or a pair of gaiters ; but the ram beat all, for he was dressed in a pair of corduroy breeches, and an ould spencer of the master's ; and may I never live, if I didn't roll down full length on the grass when I seen him." Fgr some minutes before Lanty had concluded his story, the whole party were convulsed with laughter ; even Sir Archy vouchsafed a grave smile, as, receiving the tale in a different Hght, he mutteredj to himself—- "They're a' the same— ne'er-do-well, reckless deevils." One good result at least followed the anecdote — the good- humour oi the company was restored at once — ^the bargain was finally concluded ; and Lanty succeeded by some adroit flattery in recovering five pounds of the price, under the title of luck-penny— a portion of the contract M*Nab would have interfered against at once, but that, for his own especial reasons, he preferred remaining silent. The party soon after separated for the night, and as Lanty sought the room usually destined for his accommodation, he muttered, as he went, his self-gratulations on his bargain. Already he had nearly reached the end of the long corridor, where his chamber lay, when a door was cautiously opened, and Sir Archy, attired in a dressing-gown, and with a candle in his hand, stood before him. " A word wi' ye, Master Lawler,*' said he, in a low dry tone, the horse-dealer but half liked. ** A word wi' ye, before ye retire to rest.** Lanty followed the old man into the apartment with an air of affected carelessness, which soon, however, gave way to surprise, as he surveyed THE 0*DONOGHUE. 23 the chamber, so little like any other in that dreary mansion. The walls were covered with shelves, loaded mth books ; maps and prints lay scattered about on tables ; an oak cabinet of great beauty in form and carving, occupied a deep recess beside the chimney ; and over the fire- place a claymore of true Highland origin, and a pair of silver-mounted pistols, were arranged like a trophy, surmounted by a flat Highland cap, with a thin black eagle's feather. Sir Archy seemed to enjoy the astonishment of his guest, and for some minutes made no effort to break silence. At length he said — " Ye war speaking about a sma* pony for the laird's son. Mister Lawler — ^may I ask ye the price V The words acted like a talisman — Lanty was himself in a moment. The mere mention of horse flesh brought back the whole crowd of his daily associations, and with his native volubility he proceeded, not to reply to the question, but to enumerate the many virtues and perfections of the " sweetest tool that ever travelled on four legs." Sir Archy waited patiently till the eloquent eulogy was over, and then, drily repeated his first demand. " Is it her price T" said Lanty, repeating the question to gain time to consider how far circumstances might warrant him in pushing a market. " It's her price ye're asking me. Sir Archibald ? Troth, and I'll tell yon : there's not a man in Kerry could say what's her price. Goold wouldn't pay for her, av it was value was wanted. See now, she's not fourteen hands high, but may I never leave this room if she wouldn't carry me — ay, myself here, twelve stone six in the scales — over e'er a fence between this and Inchigeela." "It's no exactly to carry you that I was making my inquiry," said the old man, with an accent of more asperity than he had used before. " Well then, for Master Herbert — sure she is the very beast " *' What are you, asking for her ? — canna you answer a straightforred question, man ?" reiterated Sir Archy, in a voice there was no mistaking. " Twenty guineas, then," repHed Lanty, in a tone of defiance ; " and if ye offer me pounds I won't take it." Sir Archy made no answer ; but turning to the old cabinet, he un locked one of the small doors, and drew forth a long leather pouch, curiously embroidered with silver ; from this he took ten guineas in gold, and laid them leisurely on the table. The horse dealer eyed them askance, but without the slightest sign of having noticed them. " I'm no goin' to_buy your beast; Mr. Lawler," said the old man, slowly ; '*I'm just goin' merely to buy your ain good sense and justice. You say the powney is woHh twenty guineas.'* H " As sure as I stand here. I wouldn't ** "Weel, weel, I'm content. There's half the money; tak' it, but never let's hear anitlier word about her here : bring her awa wi' ye ; sell or shoot her, do what ye please wi' her ; but, mind me, man" — here his voice became full, strong, and commanding — " tak' care that ye meddle not wi' that young callant, Herbert. Dinna fill his head wi' ranting thoughts of dogs and horses. Let there be one of the house wi' a soul above a sculUon or a groom. Ye have brought ruin enough here; you can spare the boy, I trow: there, sir, tak' your money." For a second or two, Lanty seemed undecided whether to reject or accept a proposal so humihating in its terms ; and when at length he acceded, it was rather from his dread of the consequences of refusal, than from any satisfaction the bargain gave him. "I'm afraid. Sir Archibald," said he, half timidly, "I'm afraid you don't understand me well." " I'm afraid I do," rejoined the old man, with a bitter smile on his lip ; "but it's better we should understand each other. Good night." " Well, good night to you, any how," said Lanty, with a sUght sigh, as he dropped the money into his pocket, and left the room. " I have bought the scoundrel cheap !" muttered Sir Archy, as the door closed. " Begorra, I thought he was twice as knowing !" was Lanty's reflec- tion, as he entered his own chamber. CHAPTER IV. BLERBY o'liEABY. Lanty Lawler was stirring the first in the house. The late sitting of the preceding evening, and the deep potations he had indulged in, left Kttle trace of weariness on his well-accustomed frame. Few con- tracts were ratified in those days without the solemnity of a drinking bout, £tnd the habits of the O'Donoghue household were none of the most abstemious. All was still and silent then as the horse-dealer de- scended the stairs, and took the path towards the stable, where he had left his hackney the night before. THE o'dONOGHUE. 2$ It was Lant/s intention to take possession of his new purchase, and set out on his journey before the others were stirring ; and, with this object he wended his way across the weed-grown garden, and into the wide and dreary court-yard of the building. Had he been disposed to moralize — assuredly an occupation he was little given to — he might have indulged the vein naturally enough, as he surveyed on every side the remains of long past greatness and present decay. Beautifully proportioned columns, with florid capitals, supplied the place of gate piers. Richly carved armorial bearings were seen upon the stones used to repair the breaches in the walls. Fragments of inscriptions and half obliterated dates appeared amid the moss-grown ruins; and the very'^ door of the stable had been a portal of dark oak, studded with large nails, its native strength having preserved it when even the masonry was crumbling to decay. Lanty passed these with perfect indifference. Their voice awoke no echo within his breast ; and even when he noticed them, it was to mutter some jeering allusion to their fallen estate, rather than with any feel- ing of reverence for what they once represented. The deep bay of a hound now startled him, however. He turned suddenly round, and close beside him, but within the low wall of a ruined kennel-yard, lay a large foxhound, so old and feeble that, even roused by the approach of a stranger, he could not rise from the ground, but lay helplessly on the earth, and with uplifted throat sent forth a long waiUng note. Lanty leaned upon the wall, and looked at him. The emotions which other objects failed to suggest, seemed to flock upon him now. That poor dog, the last of a once noble pack, whose melody used to ring through every glen and ravine of the wild mountains, was an appeal to his heart he could not withstand ; and he stood with his gaze fixed upon him. "Poor old fellow," said he compassionately, " it's a lonely thing for you to be there now, and all your old friends and companions dead and gone. Rory, my boy, don't you know me ?" The tones of his voice seemed to soothe the animal, for he responded in a low cadence indescribably melancholy. "That's my boy. Sure I knew you didn't forget me;" and he stooped over and patted the poor beast upon the head. " The top of the morning to you. Mister Lawler," cried out a voice straight over his head— and at the same instant a strange-looking face was protruded from a little one-paned window of a hay loft — "*tis early you are to-day." "Ah, Kerry, how are you, my man? I was taking a look at Rory here." 39 THE O DONOGHUE. " Faix, he*s a poor sight now," responded the other with a sigh *' but he wasn't so once. I mind the time he could lead the pack over Cubber-ua-crcena mountain, and not a dog but himself catch the scent, after a hard frost and a north wind. I never knew him virrong. His tongue was as true as the priest's — sorra lie in it." A low whine from the poor old beast seemed to acknowledge the praise bestowed upon him ; and Kerry continued-— " It*s truth I'm telling ; and if it wasn't, it's just himself would contradict me. — Tallyho! Rory — tallyho! my ould boy;" and both man and dog joined in a deep-toned cry together. The old walls sent back the e(^oes, and for some seconds the sounds floated through the still air of the morning. Lanty listened with animated features and lit-up eyes to notes which so often had stirred the strongest cords of his heart, and then sud- denly, as if recalling his thoughts to their former channel, cried out — " Come down, Kerry, my man — come down here, and unlock the door of the stable. I must be early on the road this morning.** Kerry O'Leary — for so was he called, to distinguish him from those of the name in the adjoining county — soon made his appearance in the court-yard beneath. His toilet was a hasty one, consisting merely of a pair of worn corduroy small clothes and an old blue frock, with faded scarlet collar and cuffs, which, for convenience, he wore on the present occasion buttoned at the neck, and without inserting his arms . in the sleeves, leaving these appendages to float loosely at his side. His legs and feet were bare, as was his head, save what covering it derived from a thick fell of strong black hair that hung down on every, side like an ill-made thatch. Kerry was not remarkable for good looks. His brow was low, and shaded two piercing black eyes, set so closely together, that they seemed to present to the beholder one single continuous dark streak beneath his forehead ; a short snubby nose, a wide thick-lipped mouth, and a heavy massive under-jaw, made up an assemblage of features, which, when at rest, indicated little of remarkable or striking ; but when animated and excited, displayed the strangest possible union of deep cunning and simpUcity, intense curiosity and apathetic indolence. His figure was short, almost to dwarfishness, and as his arms were enor- mously long, they contributed to give that air to his appearance. His legs were widely bowed, and his gait had that slouching, shambling motion, so indicative of an education cultivated among horses and stable-men. So it was, in fact ; Kerry had begun life as a jockey. At THE o'D0N0GHtJ£4 if m thirteen lie rode a Thinning race at the Curragh, and came in first on the hack of Blue Blazes, the wickedest horse of the day in Ireland, From that hour he became a celebrity, and untH too old to ride, was the crack jockey of his time. From jockey he grew into trainer — the usual transition of the tadpole to the frog j and when the racing stud was given up by the O'Donoghue in exchange for the hunting field, Kerry led the pack to their glorious sport. As time wore on, and its course brought saddening fortunes to his master, Kerry's occupation was invaded ; the horses were 'sold, the hounds given up, and the kennel fell to ruins. Of the large household that once filled the castle, a few were now retained ; but among these was Kerry. It was not that he was useful, or that his services could minister to the comfort or convenience of the family; far from it, the commonest offices of in-door Hfe he was ignorant of, and, even if he knew, would have shrunk from performing them, as being a degradation. His whole skill was limited to the stable-yard, and there, now, his functions were unneeded. It would seem as if he were kept as a kind of memento of their once condition, rather than any thing else. There was a pride in maintaining one who did nothing the whole day but lounge about the offices and the court-yard, in his old ragged suit of huntsman. And so, too, it impressed the country people, who seeing him, believed that at any moment the ancient splendour of the house might shine forth again, and Kerry, as of yore, ride out on his thoroughbred, to make the valleys ring with music. He was, as it were, a kind of staff, through which, at a day's notice, the whole regiment might be mustered. It was in this spirit he lived, and moved, and spoke. He was always going about looking after a "nice beast to carry the master," and a "real bit of blood for Master Mark," and he would send a gossoon to ask if Barry O'Brien of the bridge "heard tell of a fox in the cover below the road." In fact, his preparations ever portended a speedy resumption of the habits in which his youth and manhood were spent. Such was the character who now, in the easy deshabille described, de- scended into the court-yard with a great bunch of keys in his hand, and led the way towards the stable. " I put the little mare into the hack-stable, Mr. Lawler/' said he, " because the hunters is in training, and I didn't hke to disturb them with a strange beast." " Hunters in training !" replied Lanty in astonishment, "»Why, I thought he had nothing but the grey mare with the black legs." "And sure, if he hasn't," responded Kerry crankily, "couldn't he buy them when he wants them." 28 THE O'OONOGHUE. ** Oh, that's it," said the other, laughing to himself. " No doubt of it Kerry. Money will do many a thing." ** Oh, it's wishing it I am for money ! Bad luck to the peace or ease I ever seen since they became fond pf money. I remember the time it was, * Kerry go down and bring this, or take that,' and devil a more about it ; and lashings of every thing there was. See now ! if the horses could eat pease pudding, and drink punch, they'd got it for askin' ; but now it's all for saving, and saving. And sure, what's the use of goold ? God be good to us, as I heard Father Luke say, he'd do as much for fifteen shillings as for fifty pounds, av it was a poor boy wanted it." " What nonsense are you talking, you old sinner, about saving. "Why man, they haven't got as much as they could bless themselves on, among them all. You needn't be angry, Kerry. It's not Lanty Lawler you can humbug that way. Is there an acre of the estate their own now ? Not if every perch of it made four, it wouldn't pay the money they owe." " And if they do," rejoined Kerry indignantly, " who has a better right, tell me that ? Is it an O'Donoghue would be behind the rest of the country — begorra, ye're bould to come up here and tell us that." " I'm not teUing you any thing of the kind — I'm saying that if they are ruined entirely " "Arrah ! don't provoke me. Take your baste and go, in God's name." And so saying, Kerry, whose patience was fast ebbing, pushed wide the stable-door, and pointed to the stall where Lanty* s hackney was standing. " Bring out that grey mare. Master Kerry," said Lanty in a tone of easy insolence, purposely assumed to provoke the old huntsman's anger. " Bring her out here." " And what for, would I bring her out ?'* " May be I'll tell you afterwards," was the reply. " Just do as I say, now." " The devil a one o' me will touch the beast at your bidding ; and what's more, I'll not let yourself lay a finger on her." " Be quiet, you old fool," said a deep voice behind him. He turned, and there stood Mark O'Donoghue himself, pale and haggard after his nighf s excess. " Be quiet, I say. The mare is his — let him have her." " Blessed Virgin !" exclaimed Kerry, " here's the hunting season beginning, and sorrow thing you'll have to put a saddle on, barrin*— barrin' " THE 0*DONOGHUE. 29 "Barring what?'* interposed Lanty, with an insolent grin. The young man flushed at the impertinence of the insinuation, but said not a word for a few minutes, then suddenly exclaimed — " Lanty, I have changed my mind ; I'll keep the mare." The horse-dealer started, and stared him full in the face — " Why Mr. Mark, surely you're not in earnest ? The beast is paid for — the bargain all settled." " I don't care for that. There's your money again. I'll keep the mare." " Ay, but listen to reason. The mare is mine. She was so when you handed me the luck-penny, and if I don't wish to part with her,] you cannot compel me." " Can't I ?" retorted Mark, with a jeering laugh ; " can't I, faith ? Will you tell me what's to prevent it ? Will you take the law of me ? Is that your threat?" "Devil a one ever said I was that mean, before !" rephed Lanty, with an air of deeply-offended pride. " I never demeaned myself to the law, and I'm fifteen years buying and selling horses in every county in Mun- ster. No, Mr. Mark, it is not that ; but I'll just tell you the truth, The mare is all as one as sold already j — there it is now, and that's the whole secret." " Sold ! What do you mean ? — that you had sold that mare before you ever bought her ?" " To be sure I did," cried Lanty, assuming a forced look of easy as- surance he was very far from feeling at the moment. "There's nothing more common in my trade. Not one of us buys a beast without know- ing where the next owner is to be had." " And do you mean, sir," said Mark, as he eyed him with a steady stare, " do you mean to tell me that you came down here, as you would to a petty farmer's cabin, with your bank-notes, ready to take whatever you may pitch your fancy on, sure and certain that our necessities must make us willing chapmen for all you care to deal in — do you dare to say that you have done this with me f" For an instant Lanty was confounded. He could not utter a word, and looked around him in the vain hope of aid from any other quarter, but none was forthcoming. Kerry was the only unoccupied witness of the scene, and his face beamed with ineffable satisfaction at the turn matters had taken, and as he rubbed his hands he could scarcely control his desire to laugh outright, at the lamentable figure of his late antagonist. " Let me say one word, Master Mark," said Lanty at length, and in W THE 0*DONOGHUE. a voice subdued to its very softest key — "just a single word in youf own ear," and with that he led the young man outside the door of the stable, and whispered for some minutes, with the greatest earnestness, concluding in a voice loud enough to be heard by Kerry — " And after that, I'm sure I need say no more." Mark made no answer, but leaned his back against the wall, and folded his arms upon his breast. " May I never if it is not the whole truth," said Lanty, with a most eager and impassioned gesture ; " and now I leave it all to yourself." " Is he to take the mare ?" asked Kerry, in anxious dread lest his enemy might have carried the day. "Yes," was the reply, in a deep hollow voice, as the speaker turned away and left the stable. While Lanty was engaged in placing his saddle on his new purchase, an operation in which Kerry contrived not to afford him any assistance whatever, Mark O'Donoghue paced slowly to and fro in the court- yard, with his arms folded, and his head sunk upon his breast ; nor was he aroused from his reverie until the step of the horse was heard on the pavement beside him. " Poor Kittane," said he, looking up suddenly, " you were a great pet : I hope they'll be as kind to you as I was ; and they'd better, too," added he, half-savagely, " for you've a drop of the Celt in your blood, and can revenge harsh treatment when you meet with it. Tell her owner that she is all gentleness, if not abused, but get her tetnper once up, and, by Jove, there's not a torrent on the mountain can leap as madly ! She knows her name, too : I trust they'll not change that. She was bred beside Lough Kittane, and called after it. See how she can follow ;" and with that, the youth sprang forward, and placing his hand on the top bar of a gate, vaulted lightly over ; but scarcely had he reached the ground, when the mare bounded after him, and stood with her head resting on his shoulder. Mark turned an elated look on the others, and then surveyed the noble animal beside him with all the pride and admiration of a master regarding his handiwork. She was, indeed, a model of symmetry, and well worthy of all the praise bestowed on her. For a moment or two the youth gazed on her, with a flashing eye and quivering lip, while the mare, catching excitement from the free air of the morning, and the spring she had made, stood with swelled veins and trembling limbs, his counterpart in eagerness. One spirit seemed to animate both. So Mark appeared to feel it, as with a bound he sprnng into the saddle, and with a wild cheer dashed forward. "With / •. /* -U'ff^-'j^^e^^-^^'iik-, '_y//^y '^/"r/yz/'^^y^^y^ ''S'U/^?/^/': THE O'DONOGHUE. 31 lightning's speed they went, and in a moment disappeared from view. Kerry jumped up on a broken gate-pier, and strained his eyes to catch them, while Lanty, muttering maledictions to himself, on the hair- brained boy, turned every where for a spot where he might view the scene. " There he goes," shouted Kerry ; "look at him now ; he's coming to the furze ditch into the big field: see! see! she does not see the fence ; her head's in the air. "Whew — elegant, by the mortial — ^never touched a hoof to it ! — murther ! murther ! how she gallops in the deep ground, and the wide gripe that's before her ! Ah, he won't take it ; he's turning away." " I wish to the Lord he'd break a stirrup-leather," muttered Lanty. "Oh, Joseph!" screamed Kerry, "there was a jump — twenty feet as sure as I'm living. Where is he now ? — I don't see him." " May you never," growled Lanty, whose indignant anger had burst all bounds : " that's not treatment for another man's horse." " There he goes, the jewel ; see him in the stubble field ; sure it's a real picture to see him going along at his ease. Whurroo — he's over the wall. "What the devil's the matter now ? — they're away ;" and so it was : the animal that an instant before was cantering perfectly in hand, had now set off at top speed, and at full stretch. " See the gate^mind the gate — Master Mark — tear-and-ages, mind the gate," shouted Kerry, as though his admonition could be heard half a mile away. "Oh! holy Mary! he's through it," and true enough — the wild and now affrighted beast dashed through the frail timbers, and held on her course, without stopping. " He's broke the gate to flitters." "May I never, if I don't wish it was his neck," said Lanty, in open defiance. " Do you, then V* called out Kerry. " Why, then, as sure as my name's Kerry O'Leary, if there's a hair of his head hurted, I'll " What the threat was intended for, cannot be known ; for his eye once more caught sight of his idol, and he yelled out— " Take care of the sheep. Bad luck to ye for sheep, ye're always in the way. That's the darHng — 'twas myself taught you to have a hght hand. Ah, Kittane, you're coming to rayson now." " The mare won't be worth sixpence," muttered Lanty. "'Twas as good as a day's sport to me," said Kerry, wiping his brow with the loose sleeve of his coat, and preparing to descend from the elevation, for the young man now entered the distant part of the lawn, and, at an easy canter, was returning to the stable-yard. " There !" said Mark, as he flung himself from the saddle, " there ^ THE O'OOMOQHVE. Kittane, it's the last time you're likely to have a bold hurst of it, or myself either, perhaps. She .touched her counter on that gate, Lanty ; but she's nothing the worse of it." , Lauty grumbled somei indistinct niutterings, as he wiped a blood stain from the mare's chest, and looked sulkily at her heaving flanks and sides reeking with foam and sweat. " Tis a darling you wor," said Kerry, patting her over from her mane to her hind quarters. " Faix, that cut is ten pounds out of my pocket this morning, any- how," said Lanty, as he pointed to the slight scratch from which a few drops of blood still flowed. " Are you off the bargain, then," said Mark sternly, as he turned his head round ; for he was already leaving the spot. " I didn't say so," was the answer. For a second or two Mark seemed uncertain what reply to make, and then, as if controlling his temper, he nodded carelessly, and with a *'Good-by, Lanty," he sauntered slowly towards the house. ""Well, Mr. O'Leary," said Lauty, in a voice of affected politeness. Irishmen are occasionally very fond of employing when they intend great self-respect, " may I trouble you to bring out that hack of mine." " 'Tis a pleasure, Mr. Lawler, and no trouble in Hfe, av it helps to get rid of you," responded Kerry, as he waddled off on the errand. Lanty made no reply ; perhaps he felt the encounter unequal — ^perhaps he despised his antagonist ; in any case, he waited patiently for Kerry's appearance, and then, passing his arm within the bridle of each horse, he slowly descended the avenue towards the high road. CHAPTER V. IMPBESSIONS OP IBELAND. It was not without a feeling closely allied to disappointment, that Sir Marmaduke Travers found the advent to his Irish estates uncelebrated by any of those testimonies on the part of his tenantry, his agent, Cap- tain Hemsworth, had often so graphically pictured before him. The post-horses were suffered to drag his carriage unmolested to its destina- tion ; there was no assemblage of people to welcome — not a bonfire to hail his arrival. True,, he had come totally unexpectedly. The two servants sent forward to prepare the lodge for his reception, only reached there a single day before himself. But Sir Marmaduke had often taken his Yorkshire tenants as much by surprise, and, there, he always found a deputation, and a cortege of mounted yeomen. There were addresses, and triumphal arches, and newspaper paragraphs, and all the innume- rable but well-known accompaniments of those patronizing acts of con- descension, which consist in the visit of a rich man to his own home. Now, however, all was different. No cheering sounds broke the quiet stillness of the deep valley. No troops of people on horseback or on foot filled the glen. The sun set, calm and golden, behind the purple hills, unscared by the lurid glow of a single bonfire. Save from an ap- pearance of increased bustle, and an air of movement and stir around the lodge itself, there was nothing to mark his coming. There, indeed, servants were seen to pass and re-pass ; workmen were employed upon the flower-garden and the shrubbery walks ; and all the indications of care and attention to the villa and its grounds easily perceptible. Be- yond these precincts, however, all was still and solitary as before. For miles the road could be seen without a single traveller. The mountains seemed destitute of inhabitants. The peaceful solemnity of the deep glen, along which the cloud shadows moved slowly in procession, in- creased the sense of loneliness, and Sir Marmaduke already began to suspect, that this last trial of a residence would scarcely prove more fortunate than the previous ones. Age and wealth are uncomplying task-masters — ^habit and power en- dure restraint with an ill grace. The old baronet was half angry with himself for what he felt a mistake, and he could not forgive the country D 34 THE O'DONOGHUE. which was)the cause of it. He had come expressly to see and pronounce for himself— to witness with his own eyes, to hear with his own ear&— and yet' he knew not how it was, nothing revealed itself before him. The very labourers who worked in the garden seemed imcommunicative and shy. Their great respect and reverence he understood as a cautious reserve. He must send for Hemsworth — there was nothing else for it. Hemsworth was used to them, and could explain the mode of dealing with them. Their very idioms required translating, and he could not advance without an interpreter. Not so his daughter. To her the scene had all the charm of ro- mance. The lone dwelling beside the blue lake, the tall and peaked mountains lost in the white clouds, the waving forest with its many a tangled path, the bright islands that, gem-like, spangled the calm surface of the water, realized many a poetic dream of her childhood, and she felt that visionary happiness which serenity of mind, united to the warm imagination of early life, alone can bestow. It was a fairy existence to live thus secluded in that lonely valley, where the flowers seemed to blossom for them alone ; for them, the summer birds sang their roundelays, and the fair moon shed her pale light over hill and stream, with none to mark her splendour save them- selves. Not these thoughts alone filled her mind. Already had she noticed the artless habits of the humble peasantry — their gratitude for the slightest services, their affectionate greetings, the touching beauty of their expressions, teeming with an imagery she never heard before. All appealed to her mind with a very different force from what they ad- dressed themselves with to her father's. Already she felt attracted by the figurative eloquence, so popular a gift among the people. The warm fervour of fancy she had believed the attribute of highly-wrought tem- peraments only, she found here amid poverty and privation ; flashes of bright wit broke from the gloom of daily suffering j and the fire which gives life its energy, burned brightly amid the ashes of many an extin- guished hope. These were features she was not prepared to meet among a peasantry living in a wild unvisited district, and day by day they fas- cinated her more strongly. It was not entirely to the difference between father and daughter that these varied impressions were owing. The people themselves assumed a tone quite distinctive to each. Sir Marmaduke they had always heard spoken of, as a stem-tempered man, whose severity towards his tenantry was, happily, tempered by the personal kindness of the agent. Captain Hemsworth constantly impressed them with the notion that all harsh measures originated with his principal — the favours came from himself THE O'DONOGfHUE. 9i ouly. The exactions of high rents, the rigorous prosecutions of the law, he ever asserted were acts compulsory with him, but always repug- nant to his own better feelings. Every little act of grace he accom- panied by an assurance, that he *' hoped Sir Marmaduke might not hear of it," as the consequences to himself might prove ruinous. In fact, he contrived to mislead both parties^ in their estimate of each other; and their first ac(juaintanceship, it could not be supposed, should dispel the illu- sion. The peasantry, however, were the first' to discover the error: long before Sir Marmaduke had made any progress in deciphering the mystic symbols of their natures, they had read his from end to end. They scanned him with powers of observation no other people in Europe can compete with ; and while he was philosophizing about the combined influence of their superstitions, their ignorance,* and their apathy to suf- fering, they were accurately speculating on all the possible benefits which might accrue from the residence amongst them, of so very kind-hearted, but such a mere simpleton of a man as himself. They listened with sincere pleasure — for they love any appeal to them- selves — to the precepts he so liberally bestowed regarding " industry" and "frugality;" nor did they ever make the reply, which was ready at every lip, that industry cannot be practised without an occupation, nor fruga- lity be pushed beyond the very borders of starvation. No; they answered with a semblance of concurrence, — " True for you, sir ; the devil a He in it — ^your honour knows it well." Or, when pushed home by any argument against their improvidence, or recklessness, the ever- present reply was — "Sure, sir, it's the will of God ;" a piece of fatalism, that rescued them from many a difficulty, when no other aid was near. " They are a simple set of people," said Sir Marmaduke, as he sat at his breakfast in the small parlour of the lodge, which looked out upon the glen. " Very ignorant, very barbarous, but easily led — I see through them clearly." " I like them greatly,' said his daughter ; " their gratitude knows no bounds for the slightest services ; they have a kind of native courtesy, so rare to find amongst a peasantry : how that poor fellow last night wished to climb the cliff, where the eagle's nest is, because 1 foolishly said I had never seen a young eagle." "They are totally misunderstood," said Sir Marmaduke, senten- tiously, rather following out the train of his own reflections, than noticing the remark of his daughter ; "all one hears of their absurd reverence for the priest, or the devoted adherence they practise towards the old famiUes of the country, is mere nonsense. You heard how Dan laughed this morning, when I joked with him about purgatory and the saints ; 36 THE 0*D0N06HUE. and what a droll description they gave of that queer household — the chieftain — what is his name ? " The O'Donoghue." "Yes ; I never can remember it. No, no ; they are not so bigotted ; they are merely uninformed. We shall soon see many changes among^ them. I have written to Bradston about the plans for the cottages, and also the design for a school-house ; and then, there's the chapel — that reminds me I have not returned the priest's visit ; he was here the day before yesterday.** " If you Hke, we'll ride there ; I have heard that the glen is beau- tiful higher up." " I was just going to propose it ; that mare seems quiet enough : Lawler says that she has been carrying a lady these last two years j will vou try her?'"* **I am longing to do so— I'm certain she is gentleness itself." " Strange fellow that horse-dealer is, too," said the old gentleman m half soliloquy. "In no other country in the universe would such a mere simpleton have taken to the trade of a jockey ; he actually did not know what price to ask for his horse ; he left it all to ourselves. He'd soon finish his career in London, at that rate of going ; but what have we got here — what in heaven's name is all this V cried he aloud, as he suddenly rose from the table, and approached a small glass door that opened upon the lawn. The object which so excited his astonishment was an assemblage of something more than a hundred poor people of every sex and age — from infancy to dotage — seated on the grass, in a wide semicircle, and await* ing the moment when he should issue forth. Every phase of human misery, which want and wretchedness can bestow, was there. The cheeks of some were pale and haggard with recent sickness ; others had but a few tattered rags to cover them ; many were cripples, unable to move without assistance. There was wan and sickly childhood, and tremulous old age ; yet the tone of their voices showed no touch of sad- ness ; they laughed and talked with all the seeming of light-heartedness ; and many a droll and merry saying broke from that medley mass of suf- fering and sorrow. The sudden appearance of Sir Marmaduke at the door instantaneously checked all merriment^ and a solemn silence en- sued, as he walked forth and stood in front of them. " What do you want, my good people T* said he at length, as none seemed disposed to open the proceedings. Had their tongues been unlocked by the spell of a magician, the effect could not have been more instantaneous — a perfect volley of speech foi- THE o'donoghue, 37 lowed, in which Sir Marmaduke in vain endeavoured to follow the words of any single speaker. Their rapid utterance, their vehement gesticula- tion, and a certain guttural mode of pronunciation, quite new to him, made them totally unintelligible, and he stood confused, perplexed, and confounded for several minutes, staring around on every side. " Do, in heaven's name, be quiet," cried he at last ; " let one or two only talk at a time, and I shall learn what you mean." A renewal of the clamour ensued j but this time it was a general effort to enforce silence — a process which eventuated in a far greater uproar than before. " Who, or what are you ?" cried Sir Marmaduke, at last losing all temper, at the continuance of a tumult there seemed no prospect of coming to an end. "We're your honour's tenants, every one of us,'* shouted the crowd with one voice. " My tenants ! " reiterated he in horror and astonishment. "What ! is it possible that you are tenants on my property ? Where do you live, my poor old man ?" said he, addressing a venerable old fellow, with a head as white as snow, and a beard like a patriarch's. " He does not talk any English, your honour's worship — he has only Irish i he lives in the glen beyond," said a comely woman at his side. "And you, where do you come from yourself?'* " I'm a poor widow, your honour, with six childer ; and sorra bit I have, but the little garden, and the grass of a goat ; and sure, fifteen shillings every half year is more nor I can pay, wid all the scrapin' in Hfe." Sir Marmaduke turned away'his head, and as he did so, his eye fell upon a poor creature, whose bloated cheeks and swollen figure denoted dropsy. The man interpreting the look into a compassionate inquiry, broke forth in a feeble voice — " I brought the nine shillings with me, yer honour ; and though the captain refused to take it, I'm sure you won't turn me out of the little place, for being a trifle late. It's the watery dropsy — glory be to God ! — I'm under ; but they say I'm get- ting better." While the poor creature spoke, a low muttering of pity burst from those around him, and many a compassionate look, and many a cheering word was expressed by those scarce less miserable than himself. There was now a certain kind of order restored to the assembly ; and as Sir Marmaduke moved along the line,' each in turn addressed his supplication or complaint. One was threatened with a distress on his pig, because he owed two half-years' rent, and could only pay a portion 38 THE o'donoghue. of the debt ; there was a failure in the potatoe crop« and a great famine the consequence. Another was only recovering from the " shak- ing ague," and begged, for time, since if he thrashed his oats, now, they would bring nothing in the^market. A third entreated hberty to cut his turf on a distant bog, as he was up to his knees in water, in the place allotted to him. Some came with odd shillings due on the last rent-day, and anxious to get leave to send their children to the school without pajrment. Every one had some favour to look for — some mere trifle to the granter ; the whole world to him who asked — and, for these, many had come miles away from homes far in the mountains ; a gUmmering hope of succour, the only encouragement to the weary journey. As Sir Marmaduke listened with a feigned composure to narratives, at which his very heart bled, he chanced to observe a strange-looking figure, in an old scarlet uniform, and a paper cap, with a cock's feather stuck slantwise in the side of it. The wearer, a tall, bony youth, with yellow hair, carried a long wattle over his shoulder, as if it were a gun, and when the old baronet's eye fell upon him, he immediately stood bolt upright, and held the sapling to his breast, like a soldier presenting arms. ** Shoulder hoo ! " he cried, and as the words were heard, a hearty burst of laughter ran through the crowd ; every grief and sorrow was at once forgotten ; the eyes wet with tears of sadness, were now moistened with those of mirth ; and they laughed like those whose hearts had nevei known suffering. "Who is this fellow?" said Sir Marmaduke, half doubting how far he might relish the jest like the others. " Terry the Woods, your honour," replied a score of voices together. " Terry the Woods !" repeated he, " and is Terry a tenant of mine ?" " Faix, I am proud to say I am not," said Terry, grounding hisweapon, and advancing a step towards him ; " divil a farthin* of rent I ever paid, nor ever will. I do have] my health mighty well — glory be to God ! — and sleep sound, and have good clothes, 'and do nothing for it ; and they say I am a fool, but which of us is the greatest fool after all." Another outbreak of laughter was only quelled by Sir Marmaduke asking the reason of Terry's appearance there, that morning — ^if he had nothing to look for. " I just came to pay my respects,"_said Terry composedly, " to wish you a welcome to the country. I thought that as you might be lading the same kind of life as myself, we. wouldn't be bad companions, you see, neither of us having muchon our hands ; and then," continued he, THE o'dONOGHUE. ^ as he took off his paper bonnet and made a deep reverence, " I wanted to see the young lady there, for they tould me she was a born beauty.** Miss Travers blushed. She was young enough to blush at a com* pHment from such a source, as her father said laughingly — " Well, Terry, and have they been deceiving you V " No," said he, gravely, as with steady gaze he fixed his large blue eyes on the fair features before him. " No — she is a purty crayture — a taste sorrowful or so— but I like her all the better. I was the same myself when I was younger.'* Terry's remark was true enough. The young girl had been a listener for some time to the stories of the people, and her face betrayed the sad emotions of her heart. Never before had such scenes of human suffer- ing been revealed before her — the tortuous windings of the poor man's destiny, where want and sickness lie in wait for those whose happiest hours are the struggles against poverty and its evils. " I can show you the beautifullest places in the whole country," said Terry, approaching Miss Travers, and addressing her in a low voice, "I'll tell you where the white heath is growing, with big bells on it, Hke cups, to hould the dew. Were you ever up over Keim-an-eigh ?" " Never," said she, smiHng at the eagerness of her.questioner. ** I'll bring you, then, by a short-cut, and you can ride the whole way, and maybe we'll shoot an eagle — have you a gun in the house ?'* " Yes, there are three or four," said she humouring him. "And if I shoot him, I'll give you the wing-feathers — that's what they always gave their sweethearts long ago • but them' times is gone by." The girl blushed deeply, as she remembered the present of young O'Donoghue, on the evening they came up the glen. She called to mind the air of diffidence and constraint in which he made the proffer, and for some minutes paid no attention to Terry, who still, continued to talk as rapidly as before. " There, they are filing off," said Terry — " orderly time," as he once more shouldered his sapling and stood erect. This observation was made with reference to the crowd of poor people, whose names and place of residence Sir Marmaduke having meanwhile written down, they were now returning to their homes with happy and comforted hearts. " There they go," cried Terry, " and an awkward squad they are." "Were you ever a soldier, Terry?" said Miss Travers. The poor youth grew deadly pale — the very blood forsook his lips, as he muttered, " I was." Sir Marmaduke came up at the instant, and Terry checked himself at once and said— 40 THE O'DONOGHUE. " Whenever you want me, leave word at Mary M*Kell/s, in the glen below, and I'll hear of it." " But don't you think you had better remain here with us ? you could help in the garden and the walks." " No ; I never do be working at all — I hate work." "Yes, but easy work, Terry," said Miss Travis, "among the flowers and shrubs here." " No — I'd be quite low and sorrowful if I was to be staying in one place, and maybe — maybe" — here he whispered so low, as only to be heard by her — " maybe they'd find me out." *'No; there's no fear of that," said she, "we'll take care no one shall trouble you — stay here, Terry." " Well, I believe I will," said he, after a pause, " I may go away when I like." " To be sure, and now let us see how you are to be lodged," said Sir Marmaduke, who already, interested by that inexplicable feeling which grows out of our pity for idiotcy, entered into his daughter's schemes for poor Terry's welfare. A small cottage near the boat-house on the verge of the lake, in- habited by a labourer and his children, ofiPered the wished-for asylum, and there Terry was at once installed, and recognised as a member of the household. CHAPTER VI. "THE BLACK VALLEY." Although deferred by the accidents of the morning, Sir Marma- duke's visit to the priest was not abandoned, and at length, he and his daughter set out on their excursion up the glen. Their road, after pur- suing the highway for about two miles, diverged into a narrow valley, from which there was no exit save by the mode in which it was entered. Vast masses of granite rock, piled heap above heap, hutig as it were suspended over their heads, the tangled honey-suckle falling in rich festoons from these, and the purple arbutus glowing like grape-clusters among the leaves. It was a mellow, autumnal day, when the warmth of colouring is sobered down by massive shadows — the impress of the THE 0*DONOGHUE. 41 clouds which moved slowly above. The air was hot and thick, and, save when an occasional breeze came, wafted from the water, was even oppressive. The silence of the glen was profound — not a bird was heard, nor was there in the vast expanse of air, a single wing seen floating. As they rode, they often stopped to wonder at the strange but beautiful effects of Hght that glided now slowly along the mountains — disappeared — then shone again ; the giant shadows seeming to chase each other through the dreary valley. Thus, sauntering along they took no note of time, when at last the long low cottage, where the priest lived, came in sight. It was an humble abode, but beautifully situated at the bottom of the glen ; the whole valley lying expanded in front, with its bright rivulet and its bold sides of granite. The cottage itself was little better than that of a poor farmer; and save from the ornament of some creepers, which were trained against the walls, and formed into a deep porch at the entrance, differed in no respect from such. A few strag- gling patches of cultivation, of the very rudest kind, were seen, here and there, but all without any effort at fence or enclosure. Some wild fruit- trees were scattered over the little lawn in front, if the narrow strip of grass that flanked the river could be called such, and here, a small Kerry cow was grazing, the only living thing to be seen. A little well, arched over with pieces of rock, and surmounted by a small wooden cross, stood close to the road-side, and the wild-thorn that overshadowed it was hung on every side with small patches of rags »f every colour and texture that human dress ever consisted of ; a sight new to the eyes of the travellers, who knew not, that the shrine was deemed holy, and the tree, the receptacle of the humble offering of those, whose sorrows of mind and body came there for alleviation and succour. Sir Marmaduke dismounted and approached the door, which lay wide open ; he knocked gently with his whip, and as no answer to his sum- mons was returned, repeated it again and again. He now ventured to call aloud, but no one came, and at last, both father and daughter began to suspect there might be no one in the house. " This is most strange,'' said he, after a long pause, and an effort to peep in through the windows, half hid with honey-suckle. " The place seems totally deserted. Let us try at the back, however." As the old baronet wended his way to the rear of the cottage, he muttered a half upbraiding against his daughter for not complying with nis desire to have a groom along with them — a want, which now in- creased the inconvenience of their position. She laughingly defended 43 THE O DONOGHUE. herself against tlie charge, and at the same moment sprang down from her saddle, to assist in the search. " I certainly perceived some smoke from tne chimney as we came up the glen, and there must have been some one here lately, at least," said she, looking eagerly around on every side. " This is indeed sohtude," muttered her father, as he hstened for some minutes, during which the stillness had an effect most appalling. "While he was speaking, IMiss Travers had drawn near to a low latticed mndow which lay half open, and as she peeped in, immediately drew back, and beckoned with her hand for her father to approach, intimating by a cautious gesture that he should do so noiselessly. Sir Marmaduke came stealthily to her side, and, leaning over her shoulder, looked into the room. As both father and daughter exchanged glances, they seemed with difficulty to refrain from laughing, while astonishment was strongly depicted on the countenance of each. As they continued to gaze, their first emotion gradually yielded to a look of intense interest at the scene before them. Seated beside the large turf fire of the priest's kitchen, for such it was, was a youth of some fifteen or sixteen years. ;His figure, .Hght and well proportioned, was clad in a fashion which denoted his belonging to the better class, though neglect and time had made many an inroad on the costume. His brow was lofty and delicately formed — the temples marked with many a thin blue vein, which had given a look of delicacy to the countenance, if the deep glow of health had not lit up his cheeks, and imparted a bright lustre to his eyes. He held before him an open volume, from which he declaimed rather than read aloud, as it seemed, for the special delight and amusement of a small ragged urchin of about nine years old — who, with bare legs and feet, was seated on a Httle pyramid of turf, right opposite to him. Well might Sir Marmaduke and his daughter feel surprise; the volume was Homer, from which, with elevated voice and flashing eye, the boy was reading — the deep-toned syllables ringing through the low-vaulted chamber with a sweet but a solemn music. Contrasted with the fervid eloquence of the youth, was the mute wonder and rapt at- tention of the little fellow who Hstened. Astonishment, awe, and eager curiosity, blended together in that poor httle face, every linea- ment of which trembled with excitement. If a high soaring imagination and elevated tone of thought were depicted in the one, the other, not less forcibly realized the mute and trembling eagerness of impassioned interest. The youth paused for a few seconds, and seemed to be reflecting over THE O'dONOGHUE. ^ what he read, when the boy, in an accent broken with anxiety, cried out — " Read it, again, Master Herbert. Oh, read it again. It's like the cry of the big stag-hound at Carrignacurra," " It is the language of the gods, Mickey — finer and grander than ever man spoke," replied the youth with fervour. "Listen to this, here ;'* and then, with solemn cadence he declaimed some twenty lines, while, as if the words were those of an incantation, the little fellow sat spell- bound, with clasped hands and staring eye-balls gazing before him. " What does it mean, Master Herbert ? — what is it 1" said he, in panting eagerness. *' It's about a great hero, Mickey, that was preparing for battle. He was putting on his armour, a coat and a cap of steel, and he was belting on his sword." *' Yes, yes," broke in the httle fellow, "and wasn't he saying how he'd murther and kill all before him?" " Eight enough," said the youth, laughing. " You guessed it well." *' Ah, I knew it," said the boy. " I saw how you clenched your fist, and your eyes wor shinin' like sparks of fire, and I knew it was darin' them he was, in the book there. What did he do after. Master Herbert ? Just tell me that, sir." " He went out in his chariot " " Say it like himself first, sir, av it's plazin' to ye," said he, with a most imploring look of entreaty. "I do be glad to hear it out of the book." The youth, thus entreated, resumed the volume, and read on for se- veral minutes without stopping. " Oh, that's grand !" said the boy, in a burst of enthusiasm. " 'Tis for all the world the way the thunder comes down the glen — moanin' first, far off on the mountains, and then swellin* into a big roar, and afterwards going clap ! clap ! like a giant clapping his hands. Did he kill the inimy, master dear 1" " No, he was killed himself, and his body dragged over the battle- field." " Wirra, wirra, wirra l" broke in the child, while he rung his hands, and burst forth into a torrent of tumultuous grief. " He was killed, Mickey, and listen to the lament of his friends for his death." Scarcely had the youth read a few lines, when Sir Marmaduke, ad- vancing a little farther, his shadow fell across the chamber. The youth sprang up at once, and came towards them. The flush of surprise — ^it 44 THE 0*DONOGHUE. might be, too, of shame — ^was on his features ; biit there was less of awkwardness than many might have exhibited in the manner of his address, as he said — " Father Luke is from home, sir. He has been sent for to Bally- voumey " " You are his relation, I presume V* said Sir Marmaduke, without letting him finish his speech. " I am hb pupil," replied the youth, with a tone in which offended pride was clearly confessed. " I ask pardon," said the baronet hastily. " It was merely that I might convey my respectftil greetings to the worthy father that I asked the question. Perhaps you will allow me to trespass so far upon you, and say, that Sir Marmaduke Travers has been here." "While Sir Marmaduke was speaking, the youth's eyes were fixed with a steadfast gaze on the features of the young girl, of whose presence till then he seemed unconscious. Fixed and earnest as his stare was, there was nothing in it of rudeness, still less of insult. It was the unequi- vocal expression of astonishment, the suddenly-awakened sense of ad- miration in one, on whom, till that very instant, beauty had shed no fas- cination. His eyes were bent upon her, as Sir Marmaduke thus finished speaking, and the old man smiled as he saw the wonder-struck admira- tion of the boy. " You will please to say Sir Marmaduke Travers," repeated he once more, to recall the scattered senses of the youth. " And his daughter ?" murmured the other, as he still continued to stare at her. " Yes, his daughter," rephed Sir Marmaduke, smiling. " May 1 ask if there be no shorter road back^ to * the Lodge," than that yonder ? for I perceive it is full two hours later than I suspected.'* " None for those on horseback. The mountain path lies yonder, but even on foot it is not without danger.'* " Come, then, Sybella ; let us lose no time. We must ride briskly, to reach home by day-light. "We are late enough already." " Too late, if you ride not very fast," replied the youth. " The rain has fallen heavily on the mountains this afternoon. See that waterfall pnder. I crossed it dry-shod at day-break, and now, it is a cataract. This river rises rapidly, and in a single night's rain I have seen the valley all one lake." " "What are we to do tnen ?" cried Miss Travers, eagerly, for now she felt self-reproach at her refusal to take a groom along with them, and was'vexed with herself, as well as uneasy for her father. THE o'donoghub. 45 " Keep the left of the valley till you reach the tall black rock they call * the Pulpit' — ^you know it, at least you mu£3t have seen it, as you came along — then cross the stream, it will be fordable enough by that time, and make the best of your way along under the cliffs, till you arrive at the broken bridge — the two buttresses, I mean. Re-cross the stream there, and gain the meadows, and in some hundred yards you are safe upon the high road. Away then ; lose no more time, now ; a minute is all the space between risk and safety ;" and with these words he sprang forward, and lifted the young girl to her saddle, ere she had time or forethought to decline the service. " May we not know the name of our kind adviser ?" asked Sir Mar- maduke, as he mounted his horse. " Hark ! there it comes I* said the youth, pointing upwards to the brow of a cHfF, over which a leaping torrent had just bounded. " The mountain lakes are flooded, when Derrybahn is spouting. Away! away! if you care for safety." They turned their horses' heads as he spoke, and with a hasty " good bye" they spurred forwards. Short as the time had been since they travelled the same path, the scene was wonderfully changed ; the placid stream that stole along, murmuring over its gravelly bed, now rushed onward with a yellow current streaked with white foam ; the tiny rivulets that came in slender drops upon the road-side, were now become continuous streams of water, hurrying on to bear their tribute to the river. The sky itself was black and louring, resting midway on the mountains, or drifting past in heavy clouds, while no breeze was stirring below. The many torrents as they fell, filled the air with a low monotonous sound, like the noise of tree tops moved by a distant storm. " I thought I heard a voice calling to us," said Sir Marmaduke, as for the first time they slackened their pace, to clear several loose stones that obstructed the way — ",did you hear it ?" " I half thought so, too," replied his daughter ; '* but I can see no one near. There it is again 1 " They halted and listened ; but the swelling uproar of the waterfalls drowned every sound, and they spurred forward once more, fearing to loiter longer ; yet, both as they went, thought they could trace the words, " come back, come back ;" but from some strange dread of communi- cating tears that might not be real, neither told the other. " He said the left side of the valley ; bnt surely he mistook : see how the water has gained here, and the opposite bank seems dry." " Let us follow the advice, father/' cried Sybella, ^' we have no guid^ 46 THE ODONOGHVU. ance save his ; he could not — ^would not deceive us. Is it not grand j with all its danger, I can admire it.'* As she spoke, a tremendous clap of thunder hroke ahove their heads, and made the valley tremhle with the sound, while, as if by the shock the charged clouds were rent open, and the rain descended in torrents. With the swooping gush of the ocean spray, storm-lashed and drifted, the rain came down, wrapping in misty darkness every object around them. And now, the swollen cataracts tore madly down the mountain sides, leaping from crag to crag, and rending the clayey soil in deep clefts and gashes. Again the thunder pealed out, and every echo sent back the sound, till the whole glen vibrated with the deafening clamour. Still they sped onward. The terrified horses strained every limb, and dashing madly on — mid rock and rushing water they went, now, clearing at a bound the course of some gushing stream — ^now, breasting the beating rain with vigorous chest. The storm increased ; the howling wind joined with the deep-toned thunder into one long continuous roar, that seemed to shake the very air itself. "Yonder!" said the father, as he pointed to the tall dark pinnacle of rock, known by the country people as " the Pulpit" — " yonder T* Sybella strained her eye to see through the dense beating rain, and at last caught sight of the huge mass, around whose summit the charged clouds were flying. " "We must cross the river in this place," said the old man, as he sud- denly checked his horse, and looked with terrified gaze on the swollen stream that came boiling and foammg over to where they stood, with branches of trees and fragments of rock rolling onward in the tide. " The youth told us of this spot." *«^Let us not hesitate, father," cried the young girl, with a tone of firm, jresolute daring she had not used before— " remember what he said, a minute may save or ruin us. Great heaven ! what is that V* A terrific shriek followed her words, and she fell with her head upon her horse's mane ; a broad flash of lightning had burst from a dark doud, and came with vivid force upon her eyeballs. «* Father, dear father, my sight is gone," she screamed aloud, as lifting up her head she rubbed the orbs now paralyzed by the shock. "My child, my child!" cried the old man, with the piercing shriek of a breaking heart ; " look on me, look towards me. Oh, say that you can see me, now — ^my brain is turning." "Oh God, I thank thee 1" said the terrified girl, as once more her ^sion was restored, and, dimly, objects began to form themselves before her. THE O'DONOGHtJE. ^ 47 With bare head and upturned eyes, the aged man looked up, and poured forth his prayer of thankfulness to heaven. The raging storm beat on his brow unfelt ; his thoughts were soaring to the Throne of Mercies, and knew not earth, nor all its sorrows. A clap of thunder at the moment broke from the dense cloud above them, and then, in quick succession, like the peahng of artillery, came several more, while the forked lightning shot to and fro, and at last, as if the very earth was riven to its centre, a low booming sound was heard amid the clouds ; the darkness grew thicker, and a crash followed that shook the ground beneath them, and splashed the wild waves on every side. The spray sprung madly up, while the roaring of the stream grew louder; the clouds swept past, and the tall Pulpit rock was gone! Struck by lightning, it had rolled from its centre, and fallen across the river, the gushing waters of which poured over it in floods, and fell in white sheets of foam and spray beyond it. ** God is near us, my child," said the old man with fervour ; '''let us onward." Her streaming eyes turned on him one look of affection — the em- blem of a heart's love — and she prepared to follow. To return was now impossible, the river had already extended the whole way across the valley in the rear ; the only chance of safety lay in front. " Keep by my side, dearest," said the father, as he rode first into the stream, and tried to head the terrified animal against the current. " I am near you, father, fear not for me," said she firmly, her bold heart nerved to the danger. For some seconds the affrighted horses seemed rooted to the earth, and stood amid the boiling current as if spell-bound ; a fragment of a tree, however, in its course, struck the flank of the leading horse, and he sprung madly forward, followed by the other. Now, breasting the stream — ^now, sinking to the mane beneath it, the noble beasts strug- gled fiercely on till near the spot, where the Pulpit-rock had left a space between it and the opposite bank, and here, a vast volume of water now poured along unchecked by any barrier. " To my side — near me, dearest — ^near me," cried the father, as his horse dashed into the seething flood and simk above the crest be- neath it. " I cannot, father — I cannot," screamed the affrighted girl, as with a bound of teiTor her horse sprang back from the chasm, and refused to follow. The old man heard not the words — the current had swept him far down into the stream, amid the rent branches and the rolling 48 ^ THE o'donoghue. Tocks — " My child, my child," the only accents heard above the raging din. Twice did the heroic girl try to face the current, but in vain — the horse plunged wildly up and threatened to fall back, when suddenly through the white foam a figure struggled on and grasped the bridle at the head ; next moment, a man leaped forward and was breasting the surge before her — " Head the stream — head the stream if you can," cried he, who still held on, while the wild waves washed over him ; but the poor horse, rendered unmanageable through fear, had yielded to the current, and was now each moment nearing the cataract. " Cling to me, now," cried the youth, as with the strength of despe- ration he tore the girl from the saddle, while with the other hand he grasped an ash bough that hung drooping above his head. As he did so, the mare bounded forward — the waves closed over her, and she was carried over the precipice. "Cling fast to me, and we are safe," cried the youth, and with vigorous grasp he held on the tree, and thus supported, breasted the stream and reached the bank. Exhausted and worn out, both mind and body powerless, they both fell senseless on the grass. The last shriek of despair broke from the father's heart as the horse, bereft of rider, swept past him in the flood. The cry aroused the faint- ing girl ; she half rose to her feet and called upon him. The next mo- ment they were locked in each other's arms. " It was he who saved me, father," said she in accents broken with joy and sorrow ; " he risked his life for mine." The youth recovered consciousness as the old man pressed him to his heart. "Is she safe ?" were the first words he said as he stared around him vaguely, and then, as if overcome, he fell heavily back upon the sward. A joyous cheer broke forth from several voices near, and at the instant, several country people were seen coming forward, with Terry at their head. " Here we are — ^here we are, and in good time too," cried Terry -, "and if it wasn't that you took a fool's advice, we'd have gone the other road. The carriage is in the glen, my lady," said he, kneeling down beside Sybella, who still remained clasped in her father's arms. By this time, some of Sir Marmaduke's servants had reached the spot, and by them the old man and his daughter were assisted toward the high road, while two others carried the poor youth, by this time total^ jmable to make the least exertion. THE O'dONOGHUE. 49 " This brave boy — this noble fellow," said Sir Marmaduke, as he stooped to kiss the pale high forehead, from which the wet hair hung backwards — " Can no one tell me who he is V* " He's the young O'Donoghue," replied a half dozen voices together ; "a good warrant for courage or bravery any day." " The O'Donoghue !" repeated Sir Marmaduke, vainly endeavouring in the confusion of the moment to recall the name, and where he had heard it. *' Ay, the O'Donoghue," shouted a coarse voice near him, as a new iigure rode up on a small mountain pony. " It oughtn't to be a strange name in these parts. Rouse yourself. Master Herbert, rouse up, my child — sure it isn't a wettin' would cow you this way ?" *^What! Kerry, is this you?" said the youth faintly, as he looked around him with half-closed eyelids. " Where's my father?'* " Faix, he's snug at the parlour fire, my darlin', where his son ought to be, if he wasn't turning guide on the mountains, to the enemy of his kith and kin." These words were said in a whisper, but with an energy that made the boy start from the arms of those who bore him. " Here's the pony. Master Herbert, get up on him, and be off at once ; sure there isn't a blackguard there, with lace on liis coat, wouldn't be laughing at your old clothes when the light comes." Sir Marmaduke and his daughter were a few paces in advance as these words were spoken, the old baronet giving directions for bestowing every care and attention on one he deemed his guest. The boy, ashamed and offended both, yielded to the counsel, and suffered himself to be placed upon the saddle. "Now, then, hould fast, and I'll guide him," said Kerry, as elbow- ing the crowd right and left, he sprung forward at a run, and in less than a minute had disappeared in the darkness. Sir Marmaduke became distracted at the loss of his benefactor, and message after message was despatched to bring him back, but all in vain ; Kerry and his pony had already gained so much in advance, none could overtake them. "To-morrow then, my child," said Sir Marmaduke, "to-morrow will, I hope, enable me to speak my gratitude, though I shall not sleep well to-night — I never rested with so heavy a debt unpaid before." And with these words^they slowly wended their way homewards 50 THE o'DONOOVtra. CHAPTER Vn ••sib archy'b temper tried.' It was strange that, although the old man and hi« tender daughter should have sustained no other ill results from their adventure, than the terror which even yet dwelt on their minds, the young and vigorous youth, well trained to every accident of flood or field, felt it most seriously. The exertions he made to overtake Sir Marmaduke and his daughter, followed by the struggle in the swollen stream, had given such a shock to his frame, that ere day broke the following morning, he was in a fever. The mental excitement conspiring with fatigue and exhaus- tion, had brought on the symptoms of his malady with such rapidity, that it was evident, even to the unaccustomed observers around him, his state was precarious. Sir Archibald was the first person at the sick youth's bed-side. The varied fortunes of a long life, not devoid of its own share of vicissitude, had taught him so much of medical skill, as can give warning of the approach of fever ; and as he felt the strong and frequent pulse, and saw the flushed and almost^ swollen features before him, he recog- nized the commencement ,of severe and dangerous illness. Vague and confused images of the previous night's adventure, or visions of the dark valley and the tempest, occupied all the boy's thoughts ; and though he endeavoured, when spoken to, to preserve coherency and memory, the struggle was unavailing ; and the imme- diate impression of a question past, his mind wandered back to the theme which filled his brain. " How was it then ?" said Sir A^chy, who, as he sat beside the sick bed, questioned the youth about his adventure. " You said something of a horse ?" " Yes ; she was riding. Oh, how bravely she rode too ! It was fine to see her as the spray fell over her Hke a veil, and she shook the drop? from her hair." ""Whence came she? Who was the lady V ** Take care — take care," said the youth in a solemn whisper, and with a steadfast look before him ; *' Derrybahn has given warning — the THE o'dONOGHUEo 51 storm is coming. It is not for one so tender as you to tempt the river of the black valley." " Be still, my boy," said the old man ; " you must not speak thus ; your head will ache if you take not rest — keep quiet." **Yes; my head, my head," muttered he vaguely, repeating the words which clinked upon his mind. " She put her arm round my neck There — there," cried he, starting up wildly in his bed, " catch it — seize it — my feet are slipping — the rock moves — I can hold no longer ; there — there," and with a low moaning sigh he sunk back fainting on the pillow. Sir Archibald applied all his efforts to enforce repose and rest ; and having partially succeeded, hastened to the O'Donoghue's chamber, to confer with the boy's father on what steps should be taken to procure medical aid. It was yet some hours earlier than the accustomed time of his wak- ing, as the old man saw the thin and haggard face of Sir Archy peering between the curtains of his bed. *' Well, what is it ?" said he, in some alarm at the unexpected sight. " Has Gubbins issued the distress ? Are the scoundrels going to sell us out?" " No, no ; It is another matter brings me here," repHed M*Nab, with a gravity even deeper than usual. " That infernal bond ! By God, I knew it ; it never left my dreams these last three nights. Mark was too late, I suppose, or they wouldn't take the interest, and the poor fellow sold his mare to get the money." "Dinna fash about these things now," said M*Nab with impatience^ "It's that poor callant, Herbert — he's very ill — it's a fever he's caught. I'm thinking." " Oh, Herbert !" said O'Donoghue, with a tone of evident relief, that his misfortunes had taken any other shape than the much- dreaded one of money-calamity. " What of him 1" " He's in a fever ; his mind is wandering already." " Not a bit of it ; it's a mere \vi:tting — a common cold : the boy fell into the river last night at the old bridge there ; Kerry told me some- thing about it ; and so, maybe, Mark may reach Cork in good time after all." ** I am no' speaking of Mark just now," said M *Nab tartly, " but of the 'other lad, wha may be dangerously ill, if something be nae done quickly." " Then, send for Roach. Let one of the boys saddle a norse and ride over to Killarnev. Oh! I was forgetting ; let a fellow go off on 52 THE 0*O0N0GHUB. foot, he'll get there before evening. It is confoundedly hard to havi nothing in the stables, even to mount a messenger. I hope Mark may be able to manage matters in Cork. Poor fellow, he hates business as much as I do myself." Sir Archy did not wait for the conclusion of this rambhng reply. Long before it was over, he was half-way down stairs in search of a safe messenger to despatch to Killarney for Doctor Roach, muttering be- tween his teeth as he went — " We hae nae muckle chance of the docter if we canna send the siller to fetch liim, as weel as the flunkie. Eh, sirs ? — he's a cannie chiel, is auld Roach, and can smell a fee as soon as scent a fever," and with this sensible reflection he proceeded on his way. Meanwhile the O'Donoghue himself had summoned energy enough to slip on an old and ragged dressing-gown, and a pair of very unlocomotive slippers, with which attired, he entered the sick boy's room. "Well, Herbert, lad," said he, drawing the curtains back, and suffering the grey light to fall on the youth's features, "what is the matter? your imcle has been routing me up with a story about you." He ceased suddenly, as his eyes beheld the change a few hours had wrought in the boy's appearance. His eyes, deep-buried in their orbits, shone with an unnatural lustre — his cheeks were pale and sunken, save where a bright patch of florid red marked the centre of each ; his lips were dry and shrivelled, and had a slight tremulous motion, as if he were muttering to himself. ** Poor fellow," said the father, " how dreadfully ill he looks. Have you any pain, my boy?" The boy knew the voice, and recognized the kindly accent, but could not hear or understand the words ; and as his eyes glistened with de- light, he stole his burning hand from beneath the bed-clothes, and held it out, all trembhng, towards his father. ** How sudden this has been : you were quite well last night, Herbert." " Last night !" echoed the boy, with a strange emphasis on the only words he had caught up. " No, by the way, it was the night before I mean. I did not see you last night ; but, cheer up, my dear boy ; we've sent for Roach — he'll put you to rights at once. I hope Mark may reach home before the doctor goes. I'd like to hare his advice about that strain in the back." These last words were uttered in soliloquy, and seemed to flow from a train of thought very different from that arising from the object before him. Sunk in these reflections, he drew near the window, which looked out upon the old court-yard behind the house, and where now a very I THE O'DONOGHUE. 53 considerable crowd of Beggars had assethbled to collect the akns usually distributed each morning from the kitchen. Each was provided with an ample canvas bag, worn over the neck by a string, and capable of con- taining a sufficiency of meal or potatoes, the habitual offering, to sup- port the owner for a couple of days at least. They were all busily engaged in stowing away the provender of various sorts and kinds, as luck, or the preference of the cook, decided, laughing or grumbling over their portions, as it might be, when Sir Archibald M'Nab hurriedly presented himself in the midst of them — an appearance which seemed to create no pecuhar satisfaction, if one were to judge from the increased alacrity of their movements, and the evident desire they exhibited to move off. The ^O'Donoghue laughed as he witnessed the discomfiture of the ragged mob, and let down the window-sash to watch the scene. '' 'Tis going we are ; God be good to us !"■ " Ye needn't be cursing that way,*' said an old hag, with a sack on her back, large enough to contain a child. " Eyah ! the Lord look down on the poor," said a little fat fellow, with a flannel night-cap and stockings without any feet ; " there's no pity now at all, at all." "gThe heavens be your bed, any way," said a hard-featured little wo- man, with an accent that gave the blessing a very different signification from the mere words, " Blessed Joseph ! sure it isn't robbers and thieves we are, that ye need hunt us out of the place." Such were the exclamations on every side, intermingled with an undergrowl of the *' Scotch naygur" — " the ould scrape-gut," and other equally polite and flattering epithets. " This is no' a place for ye, ye auld beldames and blackguards ; awa wi' ye — awa wi' ye at once." "Them's the words ye' 11 hear in heaven yet, darlint,'* "said an old fiend of a woman with one eye, and a mouth garnished .by a single tooth. " Them's the verywords St. Peter will spake to yourself." * " Begorra, he'll not be strange in the other place anyhow," muttered another. " 'Tis there he'll meet most of his countrymen." This speech was the signal for a general outbursfof laughter. "Awa wi ye, ye ragged deevils ; ye'r a disgrace to a Christian country.' " Throth we wear breeches an us," said an 'old fellow on crutches ; " and sure I hear that's more nor they do, in the parts your honour comes from." Sir Arch/s passion boiled over at this new indignity. He ..stormed m THB O DONOGHTrE and swore, with all the impetuous rage of one beside himself with pas- sion i but the effect on his hearers was totally lost. The only notice they took was an occasional exclamation of — " There it Js now ! Oh, blessed father I hear what he says ! Oh, holy mother! isn't he a terrible man ?*'— comments by no means judiciously adapted to calm his irritation. Meanwhile symptoms o* evacuating the territory were sufficiently evident. Cripples were taken on the backs and shoulders of their respective friends ;? sacks and pouches were slung over the necks. Many* a preparatory shake of the rags showed that the wearer was getting ready for the road, when Sir Archy, suddenly checking himself in the full torrent of his wrath, cried out — " Bide a wee — stay a mmit, ye auld beasties — I hae a word to say to some amang ye," The altered tone of voice in which he spoke seemed at once to have changed the whole current of popular feeling j for now they all chimed in with — " Arrah, he's a good man after all ; sure 'tis only a way he has** — sentiments which increased in fervency as Sir Archibald took a tolerably well-filled purse from his pocket, and drew out some silver into his hand, many exclaiming — " 'Tis the kind heart often has the hard word; and sure ye can see in his face he isn't cruel.' " Hear till me," cried Sir Archy aloud, as he held up a shilling before their wistful eyes, "there's mony a ane among ye, able to earn s iller. ^ Which o' ye now will step down to Killamey, and tell the docter,^he's wanted up here wi a* despatch? Ye maun go fast and bring him, or send him^here to-night ; and if ye do, I'll gie ye this piece o' siller money when ye come back." A general groan from that class whose age and infirmities placed them out of the reach of competitorship, met this speech, while from the more able section, a not less unequivocal expression of discontent broke forth. " Down to Killamey 1" cried one ; " begorra, I wonder ye didn't say Kenmare when ye war about it — the devil a less than ten miles it is." " Eyah ! I'll Uke to see my own four bones going the same road ; sorra a house the whole way where there's a drop of milk or a pratie." ** That's ^the charity to the poor, I suppose," said the fat fellow ot the night-cap. " 'Tis wishing it I am, the same charity." " We wor to lirmg the doctor on our back, I hope," said a cripple in a bowl* "■■•"" " 55 •* Did ever man hear or see the like o' this ?" exclaimed M'Nab, as with upHfted hands he stared in wonderment around him. "One wad na believe it." " True for you, honey,'* joined in one of the group. " I'm fifty-three years on the road, and I never heerd of any one askin' us to do a hand's turn, afore." "Out of my sight, ye worthless ne'er-do-weels ; awa wi ye at once and for ever. I'U send twenty miles round the country, but I'll hae a mastiff here, 'ill worry the first o' ye that dares to come near the house." " On my conscience, it will push you hard to find a wickeder baste nor yourself." " Begorra, he won't be uglier any how." And with these comments, and the hearty laughter that followed, the tattered and ragged group defiled out of the yard with all the honours of war, leaving Sir Archy alone, overwhelmed with astonishment and anger. A low chuckling laugh, as the sash was closed over head, made him look up, and he just caught a glimpse of O'Donoghue as he retired from the window ; for in his amusement at the scene, the old man for- got the sick boy and all about him, and only thought of the ridiculous interview he had witnessed. " His ain father — his ain father !" muttered Sir Archy, as with his brows contracted and his hands clasped behind his back, he ruminated in sadness on all he saw. " What brings ye back again, ye lazy scoun- drels ? How dare ye venture in here again ?" This not over-courteous interrogatory was addressed to poor Terry the Woods, who, followed by one of Sir Marmaduke's footmen, had at that instant entered the yard. "What for, are ye come, I say? and what's the flunkie wanting be- side ye?" Terry stood thunderstruck at the sudden outbreak of temper, and turned at once to the responsible individual, to whom he merely acted as guide, to make a reply. " And are ye tramping it too ?" said M*Nab, with a sneering accent as he addressed the footman. " Methinks ye might hae a meal's meat out o' the goold lace on your hat, and look mair like a decent Chris- tian afterwards. Ye'r out of place maybe." These last words were dehvered in an irony, to which a tone of in- creduHty gave all the sting ; and these only were intelligible to the sleek and well-fed individual to whom they were addressed. In all hkelihood, had he been charged with felony or highway robbery, his self-respect might have sustained his equanimity ; any 56 THE 0*DONOGHUE. common infraction of the statute-law might have been alleged against him without exciting an undue indignation ; but the contemptuous in- sinuation of being " out of place" — that domestic outlawry, was more than human endurance could stomach; nor was the insult more palatable coming from one he believed to be a servant himself. It was therefore with the true feeling of outraged dignity he replied — " Not exactly out of place jest 'now, friend ; though, if they don't treat you better than your looks show, I'd recommend you trying for a new situation." Of a verity, Sir Archibald's temper was destined to sore trials that morning ; but this was a home thrust, for which no forethought could have prepared him. " I hope I am no' going to lose my senses," said he, as he pressed his hands on either side of his temples. " May the Lord keep me from that worst of a* human calamities." This pious wish, uttered with real, unfeigned fervency, seemed to act like a charm upon the old man's temper, as though the very appeal had suggested a calmer and more patient frame of mind. It was, then, with all the dignity of his natural character, when unclouded by momentary flashes of passion, that he said — " What may be your errand here this morning ?" Few and simple as the words were, there was that in their quiet, unassuming delivery, which in a second recalled the footman to a full consciousness of his impertinent mistake. He saw at once the im- measurable gulph, impassible to any effort of assumption or insolence, which separated them, and with the ready tact of his calling, he respectfully took off his hat, and held forth a sealed letter, without one word of reply or apology. Sir Archibald put on his spectacles, and having carefully read the superscription, turned back towards the house without speaking. " Here is a letter for you, O'Donoghue," said he, as he entered the parlour where the chief was already seated at his breakfast, whfle Kerry O'Leary, a short distance behind his chair, was relating the cir- cumstances of the last night's adventure. | " Is it from Mark ?" said the old man eagerly ; and then glancing at ' the writing, he threw it from him in disappointment, and added, " I am getting very uneasy about that lad." " Had ye no' better read the letter ; the messenger wha brought it seems to expect an answer," interposed M'Nab. "Messenger! — eh — ^not by post? Is Hemsworth come back?'* exclaimed O'Donoghue, with an evidemt degree of fear in his manner*. THE 0*DONOGHUE. 37 " No, sir," said Kerry, guessing to what topic his master's thoughts were turning ; "the Captain is not coming, they say, for a month or six weeks yet.'* " Thank Grod," muttered O'Donoghue ; " that scoundrel never leaves me a night's rest, when I hear he's in the neighbourhood. Will you see what's in it, Archy ? — my head is quite confused this morning ; I got up three hours before my time." Sir Archibald resumed his spectacles, and broke the seal. The con- tents were at some length it would seem, for as he perused the letter to himself, several minutes elapsed. " Go on, Kerry," said O'Donoghue ; " I want to hear all about this business." " "Well, I believe your honour knows the most of it now ; for when I came up to the glen, they were all safe over, barrin' the mare ; poor Kittane, she was carried down the falls, and they took her up near a mile below the old bridge, stone dead ; Master Mark will fret his heart out when he hears it." " This is a very polite note," interposed Sir Archy, as he laid the letter open before him, "from Sir Marmaduke Travers, begging to know when he may be permitted to" pay his personal respects to you, and express his deep and grateful sense — his own words — of your son's noble conduct in rescuing his daughter at the hazard of his life. It is written with much modesty and good sense, and the writer canna be other than a true gentleman." " Travers — Travers," repeated O'Donoghue ; " why that's the man himself. It was he bought the estate ; he's Hemsworth's principal." "And if he be," replied M'Nab, " canna an honest man ha'e a bad servant? There's nothing about Hemsworth here. It's a ceevil de- mand from one gentleman to anither." " So it is, then, Sir Marmaduke, that has been staying at the lodge these some weeks past. That was Mark's secret — poor dear boy, he wouldn't tell me, fearing it would annoy me. Well, what is it he wants." " To visit you, O'Donoghue." "What nonsense; the mischief's done already. The mortgage is foreclosed ; and as for Carrignacurra, they can do nothing before the next term ; Swaby says so, at least." " Can ye no' comprehend. It is no law document ; but a ceevil way to make your acquaintance. Sir Marmaduke wad pay his respects to ye." **Well, let him come," said O'Donoghue, laughing; "he's sure to find me at home. The sheriff takes care of that for him. Mark will be here to-morrow or next day ; I hope he won't come before that." 56 THK o'donoghve. " The answer must be a written one," said M'Nab ; " it wad na be polite to gie the flunkie the response*'* *'"With all my heart, Archy, so that I am not asked to indite it. IVIiles O'Donoghue are the only words I have written for many a year" — and he added, with a half bitter laugh — " it would haTe been as well for poor Mark, if I had forgotten even that same." Sir Archibald retired to write the answer, with many a misgiving as to the substance of the epistle ; for while deeply gratified at heart, that his favourite, Herbert, had acquitted himself so nobly, his own pride was mortified, as he thought over the impressions a visit to the O'Donoghue household might have on the mind of a " haughty South- ern," for such in his soul he believed him. There was no help for it, however ; the advances were made in a spirit so very respectful, every line breathed such an evident desire, on the writer's part, to be well received, that a refusal, or even a formal acceptance of the proffered visit, was out of the question. His reply, then, accepted the intended honour, with a profession of satisfaction ; apologising for his omission in calling on Sir Marmaduke, on the score of ill health, and concluded by a few words about Herbert, for whom many inquiries were made in the letter. This, written in the clear, but quaint, old-fashioned characters of the vmter*s time, and signed, " O'Donoghue," was carefully folded, and enclosed in a large square envelope, and with it in his hand, M 'Nab re-entered the breakfast room. " "Wad you hke to hear the terms of the response, O'Donoghue, before I seal it up ?" asked Sir Archy, with an air of importance. " No, no ; I am sure if s all right and proper. You mentioned, of course, that Mark was from home, but we were expecting him back every day." " I didna make ony remark o' that kind. I said ye wad be happy to see him, and felt proud at the honour of making acquaintance wi' him." " Damn me if I do, then, Archy," broke in the old man roughly. " For so great a stickler for truth as yourself, the words were somewhat out of place. I neither feel pride nor honour on the subject. Let it gc however, and there's an end to it." " I've despatched a messenger for Roach to Ballamey ; that bit of brainless body, Terry, is gone by the mountain road, and we may e pect the docter here to-night ;" and with these words, Sir Archy departed to send off his epistle ; and the O'Donoghue leaned back in hi3 easy chair, sorely wearied and worried by the fatigues of the day. THK O DONOGHFVa CHAPTER VIII. IH» HOUSK OF SICKITEBS. How painftJly is the sense of severe illness diffused through every part of a household. How solemn is the influence it sheds on every indivi- dual, and every ohjeet ; the noiseless step, the whispered words, the closed curtains, the interruption to the ordinaiy avocations of hfe, or the performance of them in gloom and sadness. When wealth and its apphances exist, these things take all the features of extreme care and sohcitude for the sufferer ; all the agencies of kindness and skill are brought into active exertion, to minister to the rich man in sickness ; but when poverty and its evils are present — when the struggle is against the pressure of want, as well as the sufferings of malady, the picture is indeed a dark one. The many deficiencies in comfort, which daily habit has learned to overlook, the privations which in the active conflict with the world are forgotten, now, come forth in the solitude of the sick house, to affright and afflict us, and we sorrow over miseries long lost to memory till now. Never since the fatal illness which left O'Donoghue a widower, had there been any thing like dangerous sickness in the house ; and like most people who have long enjoyed the;blessings of uninterrupted health, they had no thought for such a calamity, nor deemed itJamong leave two hogsheads of Bourdeaux, for that very true-hearted, kind, brave homme, Hemsworth, at the Lodge there. You remember last winter we entered into a compact with him to stock his cellar, provided no information of our proceedings reached the revenue from any quarter. "Well, the wine was safely stored in one of the caves on the coast, and we started with a light con- science ; we had neither despatches nor run-brandy to trouble ns — nothing to do but eat our supper ; saluer madame" — here he turned round, and with an air of mock respect kissed Mary's hand — "and get afloat again. As we came near the * Lodge,' I determined to make my visit a brief one ; and so' leaving all my party, Harry included, outside, I approached the house, which, to my surprise, showed lights from nearly every window. This made me cautious, and so I crept stealthily to a low window, across which the curtain was but loosely drawn, and Mort de ma vie 1 what did I behold, but the prettiest face in Europe. Vne ange de heautc. She was leaning over a table copying a drawing, or a painting of some sort or other. Tete bleu ! here was a surprise. I had never seen her before, although I was with Hemsworth a dozen times." " Go on — go on," said Lanty, whose curiosity was extreme to hear what happened next. "'Eh bien — I tried the sash, but it was fastened, I then went round the house, and examined the other windows, one after the other — all the same. Que /aire ? I thought of knocking boldly at the back-door, but then I should have no chance of a peep at la belle in that way." '* "What did you want with a peep at her ?" asked Mary, gruffly. " Diable I what did I want? Pour V admirer y V adorer — or, at least to make my respects, as becomes a stranger, and a Frenchman. Pursuivons. There was no entree, without some noise — so I preferred the room she was in, to any other, and gently disengaging my dirk, I slipped it between the two sashes, to lift up the latch that fastened them. Mort bleu ! the weapon slipped, and came slap through the >ane, with a tremendous fracas. She started up, and screamed — there THE O DCNOGHtnET. 7% Iras no use in any more delay. I put my foot through the window, an# pushed open the sash at once — but before I was well in the room, beife were ringing in every quarter of the house, and men's voices calling aloud, and shouting to each other — when, suddenly, the door opened, and whiz went a pistol-ball close by my head, and shattered the shutter behind me. My fellows, outside, hearing the shot, unslung their pieces, and before I could get down to them, poured in a volley — why, where- fore, or upon whom, the de\il himself, that instigated them, can tell. The garrison mustered strong, however, and replied — that they did, by Jove, for one of ours, Emile de Louvois, is badly wounded. I sounded the retreat, but the scoundrels would not mind me — and before I was able to prevent it, teie bleu ! they had got round to the farm- yard, and set fire to the corn-stacks ; in a second, the corn and hay blazed up, and enveloped houss and all in smoke. I sounded the retreat once more, and off the villains scampered, with poor Emile, to the boat; and I, finding my worthy friend here an inactive spectator of the whole from a grove near the road, resolved not to give up my supper — and so, me void ! — but come,, can none of you explain this affair 1 What is Hemsworth doing, with all this armed household, and this captive princess ?" " Is the * Lodge' burned down ?'' said Lanty, whose interest in the inhabitants had a somewhat selfish origin, " No, they got the fire under. I saw a wild-looking devil mount one of the ricks, with a great canvas sail, all wetted, and drag it over the burning stack — and before I left the place, the Lodge was quite safe." " I'm sorry for it," said Marj?-, with a savage determination. " I'm sorry to the heart's core. Luck nor gi'ace never was in the glen, since the first stone of it was laid — nor will be again, till it is a ruin ! Why didn't they lay it in ashes, when they were about it ?" " Faith, it seemed to me," said Talbot, in a low soft voice, " they would have asked nothing better. I never saw such bull-dogs in my life. It was all you could do, Flaha alt, to call them off." " True enough," replied Jacques, laughing. " They enjoy a bris^e Hke that with all their hearts." '^ The English won't stay long here, after this night," was Lanty s sage reflection, but one which he did not utter aloud in the present company. And then, in accordance with Jacques' request, he pro- ceeded to explain by what different tenants the Lodge became occupied since his last visit ; and that an English baronet and his daughter, vith a household of many servants, had replaced Hemsworth and hi* BO THE o'dONOGHUE. few domestics. At every stage of the recital, Flahault stopped tlie narrative, to give him time to laugh. To him the adventure was full of drollery. Even the recollection of his wounded comrade little damped his enjoyment of a scene, which might have been attended by the saddest results ; and he chuckled a hundred timss of er what he suspected the Englishman must feel, on this, his first visit to Ireland. " I could rob the mail to-morrow, for the mere fun of reading his letters to his friends," said he. " Mort bleu ! what a description of Irish rapparrees, five hundred in number, armed with pikes." " I wish ye'd gave him the cause to do it," said Mary, bitterly — " what brings them here ? who wants them ? or looks for them ?" " You are right, Mary," said Talbot, mildly. " Ireland for the Irish !" " Ay, Ireland for the Irish !" repeated Mary and Lanty ; and the sentiment was drank with all the honours of a favoured toast. For some time the party continued to discuss Flahault's story, and calculate on every possible turn the affair might give rise to. All agree- ing, finally, on one point, that Sir Marmaduke would scarcely venture to protract his stay in a country, where his visit had been signalized by such a reception. The tone of the conversation seemed little to accord with Captain Jacques* humour, whose convivial temperament found shght pleasure in protracted or argumentative discussions of any kind. " Que le diahle Vimporte^^' cried he, at last. " This confounded talk has stopped the bottle this half-hour. Come, Talbot, let's have a song, my lad; never shake your head, mon enfant. "Well, then, here goes." Thus saying, Flahault pushed back his chair a little from the table, and in a rich deep bass voice, which rung through the high rafters of the cabin, chanted out the following rude verses, to a French vaudeville air — giving the final e of the French words, at the end of each line, that peculiar accentuation of a — which made the word sound contrahanda ! Though this information as to Captain Jacques' performance seems of little moment, yet suck was the fact, that any spirit the doggerel Dossessed could only be attributed to the manner of the singer, and the efifect produced by the intonation we have mentioned. LA CONTRABANDE. A bumper, " mes enfans," to swallow your care, A full bumper, we pledge, " a L'Irlande ;'* The land of " belles femmes — le pays de bonne chefe, •* Et toujours de la Contrabandc.** THE o'dONOGBUE. 81 8ome like to make love, and some like to make war. Some of beauty obey "' la commande ;" But what is a glance from an eye, "bleu," or "noir,** Except it be, " la Contrabande." When a prince takes the cash that a peasant can't sparer And lets him lie down " sur la lands ;" Call it, as you like — but the truth is, I swear, " C'est bien pire que — la Contrabande." Stolen kisses are ever the sweetest, we're told, They sink like a "navire qui fende ;" And what's true of a kiss, is the same, too, of gold. They're both, in their way, *' Contrabande !** When kings take your money, they won't even say, " Mon ami le Dieu vous le rende ;" While even the priest, for a blessing takes pay, " C'est partout et toujours, Contrabande.** The good things of life are not equal, I'm sure. Then, how pleasant to make the "amende;" To take from the wealthy, and give to the poor, *• Voila ! que j'appelle, Contrabande." Yet, as matters go, one must not deem it strange. That even " La France et L'Irlande," If good wishes and friendship they simply exchange, There are folks who call that, " Contrabande." " Vive la Contrabande, mes amis,'* shouted out Jacques, as he arose glass in hand, and made the room ring with the toast. And every voice repeated the words, in such imitations as they were able. " 'Tis an elegant song, any way," said Lanty, " if one only under- stood it all — and the tune's mighty like the ' Cruiskeen Lawn.' " " Well, Harry," said Flahault, slapping his friend on the shoulder, *' will the song persuade you to turn smuggler ? I fear not. You'd rather practise your own * Contrabande' among the bright eyes and dark locks of the capital. Well, there are worse * metiers.' I have had a turn at it these fifteen years, and whether on the waters or Ontario, or Champlain, or scudding along under the fog-banks of the Scheldt, I never grew weary of it. But, now for a little business talk — where is the Padre ? where's Father Luke ? was he not to have been hereto-night?" Mary whispered the answer in the captain'*: ear. o iS THE O DONOGHUE. •* All I parhleUf** exclaimed lie aloud — " is it so ? Practising a little * Contrabande' of his own — trying to see a poor fellow safe over the frontier, into the next world." " Fie for shame. Captain Jacques," said Mary, with pious horror. " That's not the way to talk of the holy oflfices." " I wish I had old Maurice Dulang here, the priest of Trois Rivieres, he's the boy could despatch them without trouble." Neither Lanty nor Mary gave any encouragement to Flahault's new turn of the conversation, and so, addressing himself to Talbot, he went on — " We were dining together one day, at the little inn at Trois Rivieres, when a messenger came from Lachegon, for the Pere to administer the last rites to a * mourant.' Maurice promised to be there in half-an-hour, but never stirred — and though three other messengers came for him, the answer was all the same — until, at last came word, * Cest trop tardy il est mort^ " * Trop tard /' said Maurice, ' not a bit of it ; give me a pen and mk, and some paper.' With that he folded a piece, note fashion, and wrote — " *MoN CHER Pierre — Pais ton petit possible pour cet pauvre diable, qui s'est glisse hors du monde sans mes soins. Apparement il etait bien presse ; mais ta I'arrangera pour le mieux. " * Ton viel ami, " * Maurice Dulang. *♦ * St. Pierre, I, la Conciergerie au Paradis.' " * Put that in his mouth,' said Maurice, * and there's no fear of him.*" "'Twas a blessed gospel he gave him," said Mary, who did not com- prehend the French portion of the story, "and sure it's as good as any thing." "We all thought so, Mary. Poor Maurice related the story at Lyons, when he was led out to the guillotine — ^but though the Com- missaire laughed heartily, and enjoyed it much, they had found a bre- viary in his portmanteau, and they couldn't let him off. Pauvre bete ! To travel about the world with the * piece de conviction' in his posses- sion. What, Harry, no more wine ?" " I thank you, no more for me, although that claret is a tempta- tion." " A bouquet, every glass of it ! What say you. Master Lawler — does it suit your palate V* THE o'donoghue. 83 *• I begin to think it a taste cold, or so, by this time,*' said Lanty ; *rm not genteel enough for wine, God help me — but it's time to turn in, any how — and there's Mary asleep already." " I don't stir till I finish the flask," said Jacques, firmly ; " and ir you won't drink, you needn't grudge me your company. It's hard to say when we meet again. You go northward, Talbot, isn't that so V " Yes, and that's the point I wish to come to — where and how shall I find a mount ? — I depended on this priest you spoke of to meet me, but he has not made his appearance.'* " You never fell upon your legs more fortunately — here's your man for a horse, all Ireland over. Eh, Lanty, what's to be had now ?" " Devil a thing can be got for love or money," said Lanty. " If the gentleman only told me yesterday " " Yesterday, Master Lanty, we were riding white horses in the Western Ocean — but that's gone by — ^let us talk of to-day." " My own hackney is here in the stable. If his honour likes him, I'll sell him ; but he's a fancy beast, and must have a fancy price." " Has he strength and speed for a fast ride," said Talbot, " and will his condition bear it ?" " I'll answer for it — you may push on to Cork in a hand gallop, if you give him ten minutes* rest, and a glass of whiskey at Macroom." " That's enough — what's his price ?" ''Take a look at him first," replied Lanty, "for if you are judge of a beast, you'll not refuse what I ask you." With these words he lighted a candle, and placed it in an old iron lantern, which hung against the wall, and opening a small door at the back of the cabin, proceeded, by a narrow passage cut in the rock, towards the stable, followed by Talbot, Flahault remaining where he was, as if sunk in meditation. Scarcely, however, had the two figures disappeared in the distance, when he shook Mary violently by the shoulder, and whispered in a quick, but collected tone — "Mary— Mary, I say— is that fellow all safef' "Ay is he safe," said she, resuming her wonted calmness in a second. " Why do you ask now ?" " I'll tell you why — for myself I care not a sous — I'm here to-day, away to-morrow — but Talbot's deep in the business — his neck's in the halter — can we trust Lawler on his account — a man of rank and large fortune as he is, cannot be spared — what say you ?" **You may trust him. Captain," said Mary, "he knows his life would not be his own two hours if he turned informer — and then this Mr. Talbot , he's a great man you tell me ?" 64 THE O'DONOGHUE. "He's a near kinsman of a great peer, and has a heavy stake in the game — that's all I know, Mary — and, indeed, the present voyage was more to bring him over, than any thing else — but hush, here they come." " You shall have your money — you've no objection to French gold, I hope — for several years I have seen no other," said Talbot entering. " I know it well," said Lanty, " and would just as soon take it, as if it had King George on it." " You said forty pounds, fifty Louis is not far oflf — will that do ?" said the youth, as he emptied a hea\ily filled purse of gold upon the table, and pushed fifty pieces towards the horse-dealer. " As well as the best, sir," said Lanty, as he stored the money in his long leathern pocket-book, and placed it within his breast pocket. " Will Mrs. M*Kelly accept this small token, as a keepsake," said the youth, while he took from around his neck a fine gold chain of Vene- tian work, and threw it gallantly over Mary's ; "this is the first shel- ter I have found, after a long exile from my native land ; and you, my old comrade, I have left you the pistols you took a fancy too, they are in the lugger — and so, now good-bye, all, I must take to the road at once — I should like to have met the priest, but all chance of that seems over." Many and affectionate were the parting salutations between the young man and the others ; for, although he had mingled but httle in the evening's conversation, his mild and modest demeanour, added to the charm of his good looks, had won their favourable opinions ; besides that he was pledged to a cause which had all their sympathies. While the last good-bye was being spoken, Lanty had saddled and bridled the hackney, and led him to the door. The storm was still raging fiercely, and the night dark as ever. "You'd better go a little ways up the glen, Lanty, beside him," said Mary, as she looked out into the wild and dreary night. «'Tis what I mean to do," said Lanty, " I'll show him as far as the turn of the road." Though the stranger declined the proffered civility, Lanty was firm in his resolution, and the young man, vaulting lightly into the saddle, called out a last farewell to the others, and rode on beside his guide. Mary had scarcely time to remove the remains of the supper, when Lanty re-entered the cabin. "He's the noble-hearted fellow, anyway," said he, "and never took a shiLUng off the first price I asked him ;" and with that he put his hand into his breast pocket to examine, once more, the strange coin oi THE O DONOGHUE. 86 France. With a start, a tremendous oath broke from him — " My mo- ney — my pocket-book is lost," exclaimed he, in wild excitement, while he ransacked pocket after pocket of his dress. *'Bad luck to that glen, I dropt it out there, and with the torrent of water that's falling, it will never be found — och, murther, this is too bad." In vain the others endeavoured to comfort and console him — all their assurances of its safety, and the certainty of its being discovered the next morning, were in vain. Lanty re-lighted the lantern, and mutter- ing maledictions on the weather, the road, and his] own politeness, he issued forth to search after his treasure, an occupation which, with all his perseverance, was unsuccessful ; for when day was breaking, he was still groping along the road, cursing his hard fate, and every thing which had any share in inflicting it. *' The money is not the worst of it," said Lanty, as he threw himself down, exhausted and worn out, on his bed. " The money's not the worst of it — there was papers in that book, I wouldn't have seen for double the amount." Long after the old smuggler was standing out to sea the next day, Lanty Lawler wandered backwards and forwards in the glen, now search- ing among the wet leaves that lay in heaps by the way side, or, equally in vain, sounding every rivulet and water-course which swept past. His search was fruitless ; and well it might be — the road was strewn with fragments of rocks and tree-tops for miles — while even yet the swollen stream tore wildly past, cutting up the causeway in its passage, and foaming on amid the wreck of the hurricane. Yet the entire of that day did he persevere, regardless of the beating rain, and the cold, drifting wind, to pace to and fro, his heart bent upon recovering what he had lost. *'Yer sowl is set upon money; devil a doubt of it, Lanty," said Mary, as dripping with wet, and shaking with cold, he at last re-enter- ed the cabin ; " sorra one of me would go rooting there, for a crock oi, goold, if I was sure to find it." " It is not the money, Mary, I tould you before — it's something else was in the pocket-book," said he, half angrily, while he sat down to brood in silence over his misfortune. " 'Tis a letter from your sweetheart, then," said she, with a spice ot iealous malice in her manner, for Lanty had more than once paid his ad- dresses to Mary, whose wealth was reported to be something considerable " May be it is, and may be it is not," was the cranky reply. " Well, she'll have a saving husband, any way," said Mary, tartly, " and one that knows how to keep a good grip of the money.'* 86 THE o'donoghub. The horse-dealer made no answer to this enconium on his economy, but with eyes fixed on the ground, pondered on his loss ; meanwhile Mrs. M'Kelly's curiosity, piqued by her ineffectual efiforts to obtain information, grew each instant stronger, and at last became irrepressible. *• Can't you say what it is you've lost? sure there's many a one goes by, here, of a Saturday to market — and if you leave the token " " There's no use in it — sorra bit," said he, despondingly. " You know your own saycrets best," said Mary, foiled at every effort ; "and they must be the dhroll saycrets too, when you're so much afraid of their being found out." '' Troth then," said Lanty, as a ray of his old gallantry shot across his mind ; " troth then, there isn't one I'd tell a saycret too as soon as yourself, Mary M 'Kelly ; you know the most of my heart already, and why wouldn't you know it all ?" " Faix it's little I care to hear about it," said Mary, with an affecta- tion of indifference, the most finished coquetry could not have surpassed. •* Ye may tell it, or no, just as ye plaze." " That's it now," cried Lanty — " that's the way of women, the whole world over ; keep never minding them, and bad luck to peace or ease you get ; and then try and plaze them, and see what thanks you have. I was going to tell you all about it." "And why don't you?" interrupted she, half fearing lest she might have pulled the cord over- tight already ; " why don't you tell it, Lanty dear?" These last words settled the matter. Like the feather that broke the camel's back, these few and slight syllables were all that was want- ing to overcome the horse-dealer's resistance. "Well, here it is now," said he, casting, as he spoke, a cautious glance around, lest any chance listener should overhear him. "There was in that pocket-book, a letter, sealed with three big seals, that Father Luke gave me yesterday morning, and said to me, * Lanty Lawler, I'm going over to Bally voumey, and after that, I'm going on to Cork, and it's mighty likely I'll go as far as Dublin, for the Bishop may be there, and if he is, I must follow him; and here's a letter,' says he, * that you must give the O'Donoghue with your own hands' — them was the words — 'with your own hands, Lanty ; and now swear you'll not leave itto any one else, but do as I tell you ;' and, faix, I took my oath of it, and see, now, it's lost ; may I never, but I don't know how I'll ever face him again ; and sure God knows what was in it." ** And there was three seals on it," said Mary, musingly, as if such extraordinary measures of secrecy could bode nothing good. THE O DO.NOGHUE. 87 '* Each of them as big as a half-crown-— and it was thick inside too ; musha 'twas the evil day I ever set eyes on it !'* and with this allusion to the lost money, which, by an adroitness of superstition, he coupled with the bad luck the letter had brought him, Lanty took his farewell of Mary, and, with a heavy heart, set out on his journey. CHAPTER XI. MISTAKBS ON A. I. li SIDES. The occurrence so briefly mentioned by Flahault, of the night attack on the " Lodge,'' was not so easily treated by the residents ; and so many different versions of the affair were in circulation, that Miss Travers, the only one whose information could have thrown any light upon it, -was confused by the many marvels she heard, and totally unable to recall to mind what had really taken place. Sir Marmaduke himself examined the servants, and compared their testimony ; but fear and exaggeration conspired to make the evidence valueless. Some asserting that there were at least a hundred assailants surrounding the house at one time — others, that they wore a kind of uniform, and had their faces blackened — some again had seen parties prowling about the premises during the day, and could positively swear to one man, " a tall fellow in a ragged blue coat, and without shoes or stockings" — no uncommon phenomena in those parts. But the butler negatived all these assertions, and stout- ly maintained that there had been neither attack nor assailants — that t.ie whole affair was a device of Terry's, to display his zeal and bravery ; and, in short, that he had set fire to the rick in the haggard, and "got up" the affray for his own benefit. In proportion as any fact occurred to throw discredit on the testimony of each, he who proffered it became a thousand times more firm and re- solute in his assertion — circumstances dubious a moment before, were then suddenly remembered and sworn to, with numerous little aids to corroboration newly recalled to mind. To one point, however, all the evidence more or less converged, and that was, to accuse Terry of being the cause, or at least an accomplice in the transaction. Poor fellow — his own devotedness had made enemies for him every where — the alacrity with 88 THE o'donoghue. which he mounted the burning stack was an offence not soon to be for- gotten by those who neither risked Hfe nor Hmb ; nor were the taunts he lavished on their sluggish backwardness to be forgiven now. Unhappilyj too, Terry was not a favourite among the servants : he had never learnt how much deference is due from the ragged man to the pampered menial of a rich household ; he had not been trained to that subserviency oi demeanour which should mark the intercourse of a poor, houseless, friendless creature like himself, with the tagged and lace-covered ser- vants of a wealthy master. Terry, by some strange blunder of his na- ture, imagined that, in his freedom and independence, he was the better man of the two ; he knew that to do nothing, was the preroga- tive of the great; and as he fulfilled that condition to a considerable extent, he fancied he should enjoy its privileges also. For this reason ne had ever regarded the whole class of servants as greatly his inferiors ; and although he was ready and willing to peril his life at any moment for Sir Marmaduke or his daughter, the merest common-place services he would refuse to the others, without a moment's hesitation. Nekher intimidation could awe, nor bribery bend him — his nature knew not what fear was in any shape, save one — that of .being apprehended and shot for a deserter — and as to any prospect of buying his good offices, that was totally out of the question. In an Irish household Terry's character would have been appreciated at once. The respect which is never refused to any bereavement, but, in particular, to that greatest of all afflictions, would have secured for him, there, both forgiveness and affection — ^his waywardness and ca- price would have been a law to the least good-tempered servant of the family; but Sir Marmaduke's retainers were all English, and had about as much knowledge of, or sympathy with, such a creature, as he himseh possessed of London life and manners. As his contempt was not measured by any scale of prudence, but coolly evinced on every occasion of their intercourse, they, one and all, detested him beyond bounds — most, asserting that he was a thorough- paced knave, whose folly was a garb assumed to secure a life of idleness — and all, regardinghim in the light of a spy, ever ready to betray them to their master. When, therefore, one after another, the servants persisted in either openly accusing or insinuating suggestions against Terry, Sir Marma- duke became sorely puzzled. It was true, he himself had witnessed his conduct the night before ; but if their version was correct, all his daring, energy, and boldness were so many proofs against him. He was, indeed, reluctant to think so badly of the poor fellow — but how discredit the evi- T' V/y7,^//'//./yyyA< 'y/^/'97y^'^/^Ay (yt^^y^J^^^^^y^y '^ v^;^^^ THE O DONOGHUE. 90 mthfedoubied energy,, the doctor sped along the road at a canter, which threatened annihilatio:^ to the frail vehicle at every bound of the animal. " Five hundred !" muttered Sir Marmaduke to himself, as he looked after him. "I'd give half my fortune to see him safe through it." Meanwhile Roach proceeded on his way, speculating on all the gain this fortunate meeting might bring to him, and then meditating what reasons he should allege to the O'Donoghue for his speedy return. " I'll tell him a lucky thought struck me in the glen," muttered he; " or, what ! if I said I forgot something — a pocket-book, or case of in- struments — any thing will do ;'* and, with this comfortable reflection, he urged his beast onward. The night was falling as he once more ascended the steep and narrow causeway, which led to the old keep ; and here, now, Kerry O'Leary was closing the heavy but time-worn gate, and fastening it with many a bolt and bar, as though aught within could merit so much precaution. The sound of wheels seemed suddenly to have caught the huntsman's ear, for he hastily shut down the massive hasp that secured the bar of the gate, and as quickly opened a little latched window, which, barred with iron, resembled the grated aperture of a convent door. "You're late this time, any how,'* cried Kerry. "Tramp back again, friend, the way you came ; and be thankful it's myself seen you ; for, by the blessed Father, if it was Master Mark was here, you'd carry away more lead in your skirts than you'd like." "What, Kerry?— what's that you're saying?" said the astonished doctor ; " don't you know me, man ?" "Kerry's my name, sure enough; but artful as yoif are, you'll just keep the other side of the door. Be off now, in God's name. 'Tis a fair warning I give you ; and faix if you. won't listen to rayson, you might hear worse ;'* and as he spoke, that ominous sound, the click oi a gun-cock, was heard, and the muzzle of a carbine peeped between the iron bars. " Tear-and-ounds ! ye scoundrel ! you're not going to fire a bullet at me ?" " 'Tis slugs they are," was the reply, as Kerry adjusted the piece, and seemed to take as good an aim as the darkness permitted ; " divil a more nor slugs, as you'll know soon. I'll count three, now, and may I never wear boots, if I don't blaze, if you're not gone before it's over. Here's one," shouted he, in a louder key. *' The saints protect me, but I'll be murdered," muttered old Roach, blessing himself, but imable from terror to speak aloud, or stir frc:n the spot, "Here's two.!" cried Kerry, still louder. 96 THE o'dONOGHUE. •* I*m going ! — I'm going ! give me time to leave this blasted place ; bad luck to the day and the hour I ever saw it." ** It's too late," shouted Kerry. " Here's three !" and as he spoke bang went the piece, and a shower of slugs and duck-shot came pepper- ing over the head and counter of the old pony ; for in his fright. Roach had fallen on his knees to pray. The wretched quadruped, thus rudely saluted, gave a plunge and a kick, and then wheeled about with an alacrity long forgotten, and scampered down the causeway with the old gig at his heels, rattling as if it were coming in pieces. Kerry broke into a roar of laughter, and screamed out — "I'll give you another yet, begorra! that's only a true copy; but you'll get the original now, you ould varmint I" A heavy groan from the wretched doctor, as he sank in a faint, was the only response ; for in his fear he thought the contents of the piece were in his body. " Musha, I hope he isn't dead," said Kerry, as he opened the wicket cautiously, and peeped out with a lantern. " Mister Cassidy — Mister James, get up now — it's only joking I was. — Holy Joseph j is he kilt f and overcome by a sudden dread of having committed murder, Kerry stepped out, and approached the motionless figure before him. " By all that's good, I've done for the sheriff," said he, as he stood over the body. "Oh! wirra, wirra! who'd think a few grains of shot would kill him." " What's the matter here ? who fired that shot ?" said a deep voice, as Mark O'Donoghue appeared at Kerry's side, and snatching the lantern, held it down till the light fell upon the pale features of the doctor. " I'm murdered ! I'm murdered !" was the faint exclamation of old Roach. " Hear me, these are my dying words, Kerry O'Leary mur- dered me." " "Where are you wounded 1 where' s the ball ?" cried Mark, tearing open the coat and waistcoat in eager anxiety. " I don't know, I don't know ; it's inside bleeding I feel." " Nonsense, man, you have neither bruise nor scar about you ; you're frightened, that's all. Come, Kerry, give a hand, and we'll help him in." But Kerry had fled ; the idea of the gallows had just shot across his mind, and he never waited for any further disclosures about his victim ; but deep in the recesses of a hay-loft he lay cowering in terror, and endeavouring to pray. Meanwhile Mark had taken the half lifeless body on his shoulder, and with the ease and indifference he would have bestowed upon an inanimate burden, coolly carried him into the parlour, and threw him upon a sofa. THE O'dONOGHUE. QT CHAPTER XII. THE OLEN AT MIDNIGHT. "What have you got there, Mark?" called out the O'Donoghue, as the young man threw the still insensible figure of the Doctor upon the sofa. " Old Roach, of Killarney," answered Mark sullenly. " That con- founded fool, Kerry, must have been listening at the door there, to what we were saying, and took him for Cassidy, the sub-sheriff ; he fired a charge of slugs at him — that's certain ; but I don't think there's much mischief done." As he spoke, he filled a goblet with wine, and without any waste of ceremony, poured it down the Doctor's throat. "You're nothing* the worse, man," added he, roughly; "you've given many a more dangerous dose yourself, I'll be bound, and people have survived it too." " I'm better now," said Roach, in a faint voice ; " I feel something better ; |)ut may I never leave this spot if I don't prosecute that scoun- drel, O'Leary. It was all malice — I can swear to that." " Not a bit of it, Roach ; Mark says the fellow mistook you for Cassidy." " No, no — don't tell me that : he knew me well ; but I foresaw it all. He filled my pony with water ; I might as well be rolling a barrel before me, as try to drive him this morning. The rascal had a spite against me for giving him nothing ; but he shall hang for it."" " Come, come^ Roach, don't be angry ; it's all past and over now ; the fellow did it for the best." "Did it for the best! Fiiel a loaded blunderbuss into a fellow- creature for the best !" " To be sure he did," broke in Mark, with an imperious look and tone. " There's no harm done, aud you need not make such a work about it." " Where's the pony and the gig, then ?" called out Roach, suddenly remembering the last sight he had of them. " I heard the old beast clattering down the glen, as if he had fifty kettles at his tail. They'll stop him at last ; and if they shouldn't, I don't suppose it matters much : the whole yoke wasn't worth a five H 00 THE O DONOGHUS. pound note — no, even giving the owner into the bargain,** muttered he, as he turned away. The indignity of this speech acted Hke a charm upon Roach ; as i{ galvanised by the insult, he sat bolt upright on the sofa, and thrust his hands down to the deepest recesses of his breeches pockets, his invariable signal for close action. "What, sir, do you tell me that my conveniency, with the pony, harness and all '* "Have patience. Roach," interposed the old man ; "Mark was but jesting. Come over and join us here." At the same instant the door was flung suddenly wide, and Sir Archy rushed in, with a speed very unlike his ordinary gait. " There's a change for the better," cried he, joyfully ; " the boy has made a rally, and if we could overtake that d — d auld beestie, Roach, and bring him back again, we might save the lad." "The d d auld beestie," exclaimed Roach, as. he sprung from the sofa and stood before him, "is very much honoured by your flat- tering mention of him." Then turning towards the O'Donoghue, he added — " Take your turn out of me now, when you have me ; for, by the Father of Physic, you'll never see Denis Roach under this roof again." The O'Donoghue laughed till his face streamed with the emotion, and he rocked in his chair like one in a convulsion. " Look, Archy," cried he — " see now ! — hear me. Roach," were the only words he could utter between the paroxysms, while M*Nab, the very picture of shame and confusion, stood overwhelmed with his blunder, and unable to say a word. "Let us not stand fooling here," said Mark, gruffly, as he took the Doctor's arm ; " come and see my brother, and try what can be done for him." With an under-growl of menace and rage, old Roach suffered himself to be led away by the young man. Sir Archy following slowly, as they mounted the stairs. Although alone, the O'Donoghue continued to laugh over the scene he had just witnessed ; nor did he know which to enjoy more — the stifled rage o;" the Doctor, or the mingled shame and distress of M*Nab. It was, indv ed, a rare thing to obtain such an occasion for triumph over Sir Archy, whose studied observance of all the courtesies and proprieties of life, formed so strong a contrast with his own careless and indifferent habits. " Archy will never get over it — thaf s certain, and begad he shan't do so for want of a reminder. The d d auld beestie !" and with the words came back his laughter, which had not ceased as Mark re-entered M' THE o'donoghtje. 99 e room. "Well, lad," he cried, "ha-^e they made it up — what has Sir Archy done with him ? " " Herbert's better,'* said the youth, in a low deep voice, and with a look that sternly rebuked the heartless forgetfulness of his father. "Ah! better, is he? Well, that is good news, Mark; and Roach thinks he may recover ?" " He has a chance now ; a few hours will decide it. Roach will sit up with him till four o'clock, and then, I shall take the remainder of the night, for my uncle seems quite worn out with watching." "No, Mark, my boy, you must not lose your night's rest; you've had a long and tiresome ride to-day." "I'm not tired, and I'll do it," replied he, in the determined tone of his self-willed habit — one, which his father had never sought to control, from infancy upwards. There was a long pause after this, which Mark broke, at length, by saying — " So, it is pretty clear now that our game is up — the mortgage is foreclosed. Hemsworth has noticed the Bally- vourney tenants not to pay us the rents, and the ejectment goes on." " What of Callaghan ?" asked the O'Donoghue, in a sinking voice. "Refused — flatly refused to renew the bills. If we give him five hundred down," said the youth, with a bitter laugh, " he says, he'd strain a point." " You told him how we were circumstanced, Mark ? Did you men- tion about Kate's money?" " No," said Mark, sternly, as his brows met in a savage frown. " No, sir, I never said a word of it. She shall not be made a beggar of, for our faults. I told you before, and I tell you now, I'll not suffer it." "But hear me, Mark. It is only a question of time. I'll repay " " Repay !" was the scornful echo of the young man, as he turned a withering glance at his father. " Then there's nothing but ruin before us," said the O'Donoghue, in a solemn tone — " nothing !" The old man's head fell forward on his bosom, and, as his hands dropped listlessly down at either side, he sat the very impersonation of overwhelming affliction, while Mark, with heavy step and slow, walked up and down the roomy chamber. "Hemsworth's clerk hinted something about this old banker's inteu- f ion of building here," resumed he, after a long interval of silence. "Building where ? — over at ' the Lodge ?' " "No, here — at Carrig-na-curra — throwing down this, old place, I sup- pose, and erecting a modem villa instead." 100 THE O'dONOGHUE. " Wliat !" exclaimed the O'Donoghue, with a look of fiery indigna- tion. " Are they going to grub us out, root and branch ? Is it not enough to banish the old lords of the soil, but they must remove their very landmarks also ?" " It is for that he's come here, I've no doubt," resumed Mark ; " he only waited to have the whole estate in his possession, which this term frill give him." " I wish he had waited a Httle longer — a year, or at most, two, would nave been enough," said the old man, in a voice of great dejection, then added, with a sickly smile — " You have httle aifection for the old walls, Mark." The youth made no reply, and he went on — " Nor is it to be won- dered at. You never knew them in their happy days ! but I did, Mark — ay, that I did. I mind the time well, when your grandfather was the head of this great county— when the proudest and the best in tke land stood uncovered when he addressed them, and deemed the highest honour they could receive, an invitation to this house. In the very room where we are sitting, I've seen thirty guests assembled, whose names comprised the rank and station of the province ; and yet, all — every man of them, regarded him as their chief, and he was so, too the descendant of one who was a king." The animated features of the young man, as he listened, encouraged the O'Donoghue, and he went on. "Thirty-seven thousand acres de- scended to my grandfather, and even that was but a moiety of our former possessions." " Enough of this," interrupted Mark rudely. "It is but an unpro- fitable theme. The game is up, father," added he, in a deep stern voice, "and I, for one, have little fancy to wait for the winner to claim the stakes. Could I but see you safely out of the scrape, I'd be many a mile away, ere a week was over." " You would not leave me, boy !" cried the old man, as he grasped the youth's hands in his, and gazed on him with streaming eyes. "You would not desert your poor old father. Oh, no — no, Mark ; this would not be like you. A Httle patience, my child, and death will save you that cruelty." The young man's chest heaved and fell like a swelling wave ; but he never spoke, nor changed a muscle of his rigid features. " I have borne all misfortunes well till now," continued the father. " I cared httle on my own account, Mark ; my only sorrow was for -yon ; but so long as we were together, boy — so long as hand in hand ve stood against the storm, I felt that my courage never failed me. Stay THE O'DONOGHUE. 101 by me, then, Mark — tell me tliat whatever comes, yotill never leave me. Lei it not be said, that when age and affliction fell upon the O'Donoghue, his son — the boy of his heart — deserted him. You shall command in every thing," said he, with an impassioned tone, as he fixed his eyes upon the youth's countenance. ** I ask for nothing but to be near you. The house — the property — all shall be yours." "What house — what property — do you speak of?" said Mark, rudely. "Are we not beggars ?" The old man's head dropped heavily; he relinquished the grasp of his son's hand, and liis outstretched arm fell powerless to his side. " I was forgetting," murmured he, in a broken voice — " it is as you say — you are right, Mark — you must go." Few and simple as the words were, the utterance sunk deep into the young man's heart ; they seemed the last effort of courage wrung from despair, and breathed a pathos he was unable to resist. " I'll not leave you," said he, in a voice scarce louder than a whisper : " there's my hand upon it," and he wrung in his strong grasp the unresisting fingers of the old man. "That's a promise, father, and now let us speak no more about it." " I'll get to my bed, Mark," said the O'Donoghue, as he pressed his hands upon his throbbing temples. It was many a day since any- thing like emotion had moved him, and the conflict of passion had worn and exhausted him. " Good-night, my boy — my own boy ;" and he fell upon the youth's shoulder, half choked with sobs. As the O'Donoghue slowly ascended the stairs, towards his bed- room, Mark threw himself upon a chair, and buried his face in his hands. His sorrow was a deep one. The resolve he had just aban- doned, had been for many a day the cherished dream of his heart — his comfort under every affliction — his support against every difficulty. To seek his fortune in some foreign service — to win an honourable name, even though in a strange land, was the whole ambition of his life ; and so engrossed was he in his own calculations, that he never deigned a thought of what his father might feel about it. The poverty that eats its way to the heart of families seldom fails to loosen the ties of domestic affection. The daily struggle, the hourly conflict with necessity, too often destroy the delicate and trustful sense of protection that youth should feel towards age. The energies that should have expanded into homely affection and mutual regard, are spent in warding off a common enemy ; and with weary minds and seared hearts the gentler charities of life have few sympathies. Thus was it" here. Mark mistook his selfishness for a feeling 'of indepen- '02 THE 0*DONOGHUB. dence ; he thought indiflference to others meant confidence in himself and he was not the first who made the mistake. Tired with thinking, and harassed with difficulties, through which he could see no means of escape, he threw open the window, to sufi'er the cool night air to blow upon his throbbing temples, and sat down beside thecasement, to enjoy its refreshing influence. The candles had burned down in -the apartment, and the fire, now reduced to a mere mass of red embers, scarce threw a gleam beyond the broad hearth-stoue. The old tower itself 'flung a dark shadow upon the rock, and across the road beneath it, and, except in the chamber of the sick boy, in a distant part of the building, not a light was to be seen. The night was calm and star-lit : a stillness almost painful reigned around. It seemed as if exhausted nature, tired with the work of storm and hurricane, had sunk into a deep and wearied sleep. Thou- sands of bright stars speckled the dark sky ; yet the light they shed upon the earth, but dimly distinguished mountain and valley, save where the calm surface of the lake gave back their lustre, in a heaven, placid and motionless as their own. Now and then, a bright meteor would shoot across the blue vault, and disappear in the darkness ; while in tranquil splendour, the planets shone on, as though to say, the higher destiny is to display an eternal brightness, than the brilliancy of momentary splendour, however glittering its wide career. The young man gazed upon the sky. The lessons which, from human lips, he had rejected with scorn and impatience, now sunk deeply into his nature, from those silent monitors. The stars looked down, like eyes, into his very soul, and he felt as if he could unburthen his whole heart of its weary load, and make a confidence with heaven. " They point ever downwards," said he to himself, as he watched the bright streak of the faUing stars, and moralized on their likeness to man's destiny.. But as he spoke, a red line shot up into the sky, and broke into ten thousand glittering spangles, shedding over glen and mountain, a faint but beauteous gleam, scarce more lasting than the meteor's flash. It was a rocket sent up from the border of the Bay, and was quickly answered by another from the remote end of the .Glen. The youth started, and leaning out from the window, looked down the valley ; but nothing was to be seen or heard — all was silent as before, and already the flash of the signals, for such they must have been he could not doubt, had faded away, and the sky shone in its own spangled beauty. " They are smugglers !" muttered Mark, as he sank back in his chair; Cor in that wild district such signals were employed without much feais THE 0*DONOGHUE. 103 hy those who either could trust the revenue as accomplices, or dare them by superior numbers. More than once it had occurred to him to join this lawless band, and many a pressing invitation had he received from the leaders to do so ; but still, the youth's ambition, save in his darkest hours, took a higher and a nobler range : the danger of the career was its only fascination to him. Now, however, all these thoughts were changed : he had given a solemn pledge to his father never to leave him ; and it was with a feeling of half apathy he sat, pondering over what cutter it might be that had anchored, or whose party were then preparing to land their cargo. ** Ambrose Denner, belike," muttered he to himself, " the Flem- ish fellow, from the Scheldt — a greedy old scoundrel too, he refused a passage to a poor wretch that broke the jail in Limerick, because he could not pay for it. I wish the people here may remember it to him. Maybe its Hans ** der Teufel," though, as they call him ; or Flahault — ^he's the best of them, if there be a difference. I've half a mind to go down the Glen and see ;" and while he hesitated, a low, monotonous sound of feet, as if marching, struck on his ear ; and as he listened, he heard the distant tramp of men, moving in, what seemed, a great number. These could not be the smugglers, he well knew : reckless and fearless as they were, they never came in such large bodies as these noises portended. There is something solemn in the sound of marching heard in the stillness of the night, and so Mark felt it, as with cautious breathing he leaned upon the window, and bent his ear to listen. Nearer and nearer they came, till at last the footfalls beat loudly on the dull ground as, in measured tread, they stepped. At first a dark moving mass, that seemed to fill the narrow road, was all he could discern, but as this came closer, he could perceive that they marched in companies or divisions, each headed by his leader, who, from time to time, stepped from his place, and observed their order and precision. They were all country people ; their dress, as well as he could discern, the common costume of every day, undistinguished by any military emblem. Nor did they carry arms ; the captains alone wore a kind of white scarf over the shoulder, which could be distinctly seen, even by the imperfect light. They, alone, carried swords, with which they checked the move- ments from time to time. Not a word was uttered in the dense ranks — ^not a murmur broke the stillness of the solemn scene, as that host poured on. The one command, " Right shoulders forward — wheel !'* being given at intervals, as the parties defiled beneath the rock, at which place the road made an abrupt turning. So strange the spectacle, so different from all he had ever witnessed 104 THE O'DONOGHUE. or heard of, the youth more than once half doubted lest, a wearied and fevered brain had not called up the illusion ; but as he continued to ^aze on the moving multitude, he was assured of- its reality ; and now /ms he harassed by conjectures what it all should mean. For nearly an hour — to him it seemed many such — the human tide flowed on, till at length the sounds grew fainter, and the last party moved by, followed, at a Httle distance, by two figures on horseback. Their long cloaks con- cealed the wearers completely from his view, but he could distinctly mark the steel scabbards of swords, and hear their heavy clank agamst the horses' flanks. Suff'ering their party to proceed, the horsemen halted for a few seconds at the foot of the rock, and as they reined in, one called out to the other, in a voice, every syllable of which fell distinctly on Mark's ears — "That's the place, Godfrey; and even by this light you can judge of its strength." " But why is he not with us ?" said the other hastily. " Has he not an inheritance to win back — a confiscation to wipe out?" " True enough," said the first speaker ; *' but eighty winters do not improve a man's nerve for an hazardous exploit. He has a son though, and, as I hear, a bold fellow." " Look to him, Harvey : it is of moment that we should have one so near the Bay. See to this quickly. If he be like what you say, and desires a command " The rest was lost in the sound of their retreating hoofs, for already the party resumed their journey, and were in a few minutes hidden from his view. With many a conflicting doubt, and many a conjecture, each wilder than the other, Mark pondered over what he had seen, nor noted the time as it sHpped past, till the grey tint of day-dawn warned him of the hour. The rumbling sounds of a country cart just then attracted his attention, and he beheld a countryman, with a little load of turf, on his way to the market at Killarney. Seeing that the man must have met the procession, he called aloud — " I say, my good man, where were they all marching, to-night — those fellows?" "What fellows, your honour ?" said the man, as he touched his hat obsequiously. "That great crowd of people — you could not help meeting them — there was no other road they could take." " Sorra man, woman, or child I seen, your honour, since I left home, and that's eight miles from this," and, so saying he followed his Journey, leaving Mark in greater bevdlderment than before. TBS O'POXOGHUE* 10& CHAPTER XIII. ** THE GUARDSMAN." Leaving for a brief season Glenflesk and its inhabitants, we shall ask of our readers to accompany us to London, to a scene somewhat different from that of our last chapter. In a handsomely furnished drawing-room in 'St. James's street, where the appliances of ease and luxury were blended with the evi- dence of those tastes so popular among young men of fashion of the period, sat, or rather lay, in a deep cushioned arm-chair, a young officer, who, even in the dishabille of the morning, and with the evi- dent traces of fatigue and dissipation on his brow, was strikingly hand- some. Though not more than three or four-and-twenty, the habits of his life, and the assured features of his character, made him appear several years older. In figure he was tall and well-proportioned, while his countenance bore those lineaments which are pre-eminently distin- guished as Saxon, — massive but well-chiselled features, the harmony of whose expression is even more striking than their individual excel- lence, a look of frank daring, which many were prone to attribute to superciliousness, was the most marked trait in his face, nor was the impression lessened by a certain " hauteur ^^^ which military men of the time assumed, and which, he, in particular, somewhat prided himself on. The gifts of fortune and the graces of person will often seem to invest their possessor with attributes of insolence and overbearing, which are, in reality, nothing more than the unbridled buoyancy of youth and power revelling in its own exercise. We have no fancy to practise mystery with our reader, and shall at once introduce him to Frederick Travers, Sir Marmaduke's only son^ and Captain in the first regiment of Guards. Wealth and good looks were about as popular fifty years ago, as they are in the year we write in, and Frederick Travers was as universal a favorite in the circles he frequented as any man of his day. Courtly manners, spirits nothing could depress, a courage nothing could daunt, expensive tastes, gratified as rapidly as they were conceived, were all accessaries which v^on their way among his acquaintances, and made them proud of his intimacy* and boastful of his friendship. That circumstances Hke these 106 THE o'dONOGHUE. should have rendered a young man self-willed and imperious, is not to be wondered at, and such was he in reality — less, however, from the unlimited license of his position, than from an hereditary feature which distinguished every member of his family, and made them as intolerant of restraint, as they were wayward in purpose. The motto of their house was the index of their character, and in every act and thought they seemed under the influence of their emblazoned inscription, " *A tort et li travers." Over his father, Frederick Travers exercised an unhmited influence ; from his boyhood upward he had never met a contradiction, and the natural goodness of his temper, and the afi'ectionate turn of his dispo- sition, made the old man believe in the excellence of a system, whose success lay less in its principle, than in the virtue of him, on whom it was practised. Sir Marmaduke felt proud of his son's career in the world, and enjoyed to the utmost all the flattery which the young man's acceptance in society conferred ; he was proud of him, almost as much as he was fond of him, and a letter from Frederick had alwavs the effect of restoring his spirits, no matter how deep their depression the moment before. The youth returned his father's aff'ection with his whole heart ; he knew and valued all the high and generous principles of his nature ; he estimated with an honest pride those gifts which had won Sir Mar- maduke the esteem and respect of his fellow-citizens ; but yet, he thought he could trace certain weaknesses of character, from which his own more enlarged sphere of life had freed him. Fashionable associates, the society of men of wit and pleasure, seem often to suggest more acute and subtle views of life, than are to be obtained in less exalted and distinguished company ; the smart savings and witty epigrams which are current among clever men appear to be so many texts in the wisdom of the world. Nothing is more common than this mistake ; nothing more frequent than to find, that inter- course with such people diffuses few, if any, of their distinguishing merits among their less gifted associates, who rarely learn any thing from the intercourse, but a hearty contempt for all who are debarred from it. Frederick was of this school ; the set he moved in was his reUgion — ^their phrases, their prejudices, their passions, he regarded as standards for all imitation. It is not surprising, then, if he conceived many of his father's notions obsolete and antiquated, and had they not been his, he would have treated them as ridiculous. This somewhat tedious explanation of a character with whom we hare not any very lengthened business hereafter, demands some THE O DONOGHUE. 107 apology from us, still, without it we should be unable to explain to our reader the reason of those events to whose narrative we are hastening. On the table, among the materials of a yet untasted breakfast, lay an open letter, of which, from time to time, the young man read, and as often threw from him, with expressions of impatience and anger. A night of more than ordinary dissipation had made him irritable, and the contents of the epistle did not seem of a character to calm him. " I knew it" said he at last, as he crushed the letter in his hand. " I knew it, well ; my poor father is unfit to cope with those savages ; what could ever have persuaded him to venture among them I know not ! the few hundreds a year the whole estate produces, are not worth as many weeks' annoyance. Hems worth knows them well ; he is the only man fit to deal with them. Heigho ! " said he, with a sigh, " there is nothing for it I suppose, but to bring them back again as soon as may be — and this confounded accident Hemsworth has met with in the Highlands, will lay him on his back these five weeks — I must e'en go myself. Yet nothing was ever more ill-timed. The Queen's fete at Frogmore, fixed for Wednesday; there's the tennis match on Friday, — and Saturday, the first day of the Stag hounds. It is too bad. Hemsworth is greatly to blame ; he should have been candid about these people, and not have made his Pandemonium an Arcadia. My father is also to blame ; he might have asked my advice about this trip ; and Sybella, too — why didn't she write ? She above all should have warned me about the folly ;" and thus did he accuse in turn all the parties concerned in a calamity, which, after all, he saw chiefly reflected in the inconvenience it caused himselfi Now, assuredly, Hemsworth requires some vindication at our hands. It had never entered into that worthy man's most imaginative con- ceptions, to believe a visit from Sir Marmaduke to his Irish property within the reach of possibility ; for although, as we have already said, lie was in the constant habit of entreating Sir Marmaduke to bestow this mark of condescension on his Irish tenants, he ever contrived to accompany the recommendation with certain casual hints about the habits and customs of the natives, as might well be supposed sufficient to deter a more adventurous traveller than the old baronet ; and while he pressed him to come, and see for himself, he at the same time phed him with newspapers and journals, whose columns were crammed with the fertile theme of outrage ; the editorial comments on which often indicated a barbarism even deeper than the oflFence they aiFected to deplore. The accident which ultimately led to Sir Mar- lOS THE 0*DONOGHUE. maduke's hurried journey, was a casualty which Hemsworth had overlooked, and when he heard that the family were actually domes- ticated at ** the Lodge," his regrets were indeed great. It was only on the day before the intelligence reached him — for the letter had followed him from place to place for a fortnight — that he had the misfortune to break his leg, by a fall from a cliff in deer shooting. "Whatever the urgency of the measure, he was totally incapable of undertaking a Journey to Ireland, whither, under other circumstances, he would have hastened with all speed. Hemsworth' s correspondent, of whom we shall have occasion to speak more, hereafter, was the sub-agent of the estate, — a creature of his own, in every sense, and far more in his interest, than in that of his principal. He told him, in forcible terms, how Sir Marmaduke had commenced his work of Irish reformation ; that, already, both the baronet and his daughter had undertaken the task of improvement among the tenantry ; that rents were to be lowered, school-houses erected, medical aid provided for the sick and suffering, more comfortable dwellings built, more liberal wages allowed; he narrated, how rapidly the people, at first suspicious and distrustful, were learning to feel confidence in their benefactor, and anxious to avail themselves of his benevolence ; but more than all, he dwelt upon the conviction, which every hour gained ground among them, that Hems- worth had misrepresented the landlord, and that, so far from being him- self the instrument of, he had been the obstacle to, their welfare and hap- piness. The letter concluded with a pressing entreaty for his speedy return to " the Lodge,'* as, should he be longer absent, the mischiei would become past remedy. Never did agent receive an epistle more alarming ; he saw the game, for whijch he had been playing half a lifetime, slip from him at the very moment of winning. For above twenty years his heart was set upon becoming the owner of the estate ; all his plans, his plots, his machinations, had no other end or object. From the deepest stroke of his policy, to the most trivial act of his power, he had held this in view. By his artful management a veil was intercepted between the landlord and the people, which no acuteness on either side could penetrate. The very acts intended as benefits by the owner of the soil, passed through such a medium, that they diverged from their destined direction, and fell, less as blessings than inflictions. The landlord was taught to regard the tenant, as incurably sunk in barbarism, igno- rance, and superstition. The tenant to suppose the landlord, a cruel, unfeeling task-master, with no care but for his rent ; neither sympathy for their sufferings, nor sorrow for their calamities. Hems- THE O'DONOGHUE. 109 wortlb played his game like a master ; for while obtaining the smallest amount of rental for his chief, he exacted the most onerous and impoverishing terms from the people. Thus diminishing the apparent value of the property, he hoped one day to be able to purchase, and at the same time preparing it for becoming a lucrative and valuable possession, for although the rents were nominally low, the amount of fees and " duty-labor" were enormous. There was scarcely a man upon the property whose rent was paid to the day and hour, and for the favour of some brief delay, certain services were exacted, which virtually reduced the tenants to a vassalage the most miserable and degrading. If, then, the eye ranged over a district of a poverty-struck and starving peasantry, with wretched hovels, naked children, and rude, unprofitable tillage, let the glance but turn to the farm around " the Lodge," and, there, the trim fences, the well-weeded corn, and the nicely- cultivated fields, were an evidence of what well-directed labour could effect ; and the astounding lesson"seemed to say : — Here is an object for imitation. Look at yonder wheat : see that clover, and the meadow beyond it. They could all do likewise. Their land is the same, the climate the same, the rent the same; but yet ignorance and obstinacy are incurable. They will not be taught — prefer their own barbarous ways to newer and better methods — in fact, are beyond the lessons of either precept or example. Yet what was the real case ? To till that model-farm, to make these fields the perfection you see them, families were starving — age, left to totter to the grave, uncared-for — manhood, pining in want and misery, and infancy, to dawn upon suffering, to last a life long. Duty-labour calls the poor man from the humble care of his own farm, to come, with his whole house, and toil upon the rich man's fields, the requital for which is some poor grace of a week's or a month's forbearance, ere he be called on for that rent these exactions are preventing him from earning. Duty-labour summons him from his own profitless ground, to behold the fruits his exertions are raising for another's enjoyment, and of which he must never taste! Duty-labour culls the days of fairsky and supshine, and leaves him the gloomy hours of winter, when, with darkness without, and despair within, he may brood, as he digs, over the disproportioned fortunes of his tyrant and himself ! Duty-labour is the type of a slavery, that har- dens the heart, by extinguishing all hope, and uprooting every feeling of self-confidence and reliance, till, in abject and degraded misery, the -wretched man grows reckless of his life, while his vengeance yearns for •that of his task master. Nor does the system end here ; — the agent must be conciliated by 110 TB£ o'dONOGHUB, presents of various kinds ; — the humble pittance, wrung from imsery, and hoarded up by industry, must be offered to him, as the means of obtaining some poor and petty favour, most frequently, one, the -rightful due of the asker. A tyranny like this spreads its baneful influence far beyond the aflflictions of mere poverty — it breaks down the spirit, it demoralizes the heart of a people ; for where was black-mail ever ex- torted, that it did not engender cruelty on the one hand, and abject slavery on the other ? So far from regarding those placed above them in rank and station, as their natural friends and protectors, the peasantry felt the great man as their oppressor ; they knew him not, as their comforter in sickness, their help in time of trouble — they only saw in him, the rigid exactor of his rent, the merciless task-master, who cared not for time or season, save those that brought round the period of repayment ; and as, year by year, poverty and misery ate deeper into their natures, and hope died out, fearful thoughts of retribution flashed upon minds, on which no prospect of better days shone ; and, in the gloomy desolation of their dark hours, they wished and prayed for any change, come in what shape, and surrounded by what danger it might, if only this bondage should cease. Men spoke of their light-heartedness, their gaiety of temper, their flashing and brilliant wit. How little they knew that such qualities, by some strange incongruity of our natures, are the accompaniments of deeply-reflective and imaginative minds, overshadowed by lowering fortune. The glittering fancy, that seems to illumine the path of life, it often but the wild-fire that dances over the bleak and desolate heath. Their apathy and indifference to exertion was made a matter of re- proach to them ; yet, was it ever known that toil should be voluntary, when hopeless, and that labour should be endured without a prospect of requital ? We have been led, almost unconsciously, into this somewhat length- ened digression, for whidi, even did it not bear upon the circumstances of our story, we would not seek to apologize to our reader. Such we believe to have been, in great part, the wrongs of Ireland — the fertile source of those thousand evils under which the land was suffering. From this one theme have arisen, most, if not all, the calamities of the country, "Rappywere it, if we could say that such existed no longer — that such a state of things was a matter for historical inquiry, or an old man's me- mory — and that in our own day, these instances were not to be found among us. THE o'dONOGHUE. Ill When Hemsworth perceived that the project of his life was in peril, he bethought him of every means by which the danger could be averted. Deep and well-founded as was his confidence in the cleverness of his deputy, his station was an insurmountable barrier to his utility at the present conjuncture. Sam "Wylie, for so this worthy was called, was admirable as a spy, but never could be employed as minister pleni- potentiary : it needed one, now, who should possess more influence over Sir Marmaduke himself. For this purpose, Frederick Travers alone seemed the fitting person ; to him, therefore, Hemsworth wrote a letter marked "strictly confidential," detailing, with pains-taking accuracy, the inevitable misfortunes Sir Marmaduke' s visit would entail upon a people, whose demands no benevolence could satisfy, whose expectations no concessions could content. He narrated the fearful instances of their vengeance, whenever disap- pointment had checked the strong current of their hopes ; and told, with all the semblance of truth, of scenes of bloodshed and murder, no cause for which could be traced, save in the dark suspicions of a people long accustomed to regard the Saxon as their tyrant. The night attack upon " the Lodge" furnished also its theme of terror ; and so artfully did he blend his fact and fiction, his true state- ment, and his false inference, that the young man read the epistle with an anxious and beating heart, and longed for the hour, when he should recal those he held dearest, from such a land of anarchy and misfortune. Not satisfied with the immediate object in view, Hemsworth inge- niously contrived to instil into Frederick's mind misgivings as to the value of an estate thus circumstanced, representing, not without some truth on his side, that the only chance of bettering the condition of a peasantry so sunk and degraded, was by an actual residence in the midst of them, a penalty, which to the youth, seemed too dear for any requital whatever. On a separate slip of paper, marked " to be burned when read,'* Fre- derick deciphered the following lines : — " Above all things, I would caution you regarding a family wno, though merely of the rank of farmer, affect a gentility which had its origin some dozen centuries back, and has had ample opportunity to leak out in the meantime ; these are the * O'Donoghues,' a dangerous set, haughty, ill-conditioned, and scheming. They will endeavour, if they can, to obtain influence with your father, and I cannot too strongly re- present the hazard of such an event. Do not, I entreat you, suffer his compassion, or mistaken benevolence, to be exercised in their behalf. Were they merely unworthy, I should say nothing on the subject; but 112 THE O^DONOGHUS. they are highly and eminently dangerous, in a land, where their claims are regarded as only in abeyance — deferred, but not obliterated, bt confiscation. "E. H." It would in no wise forward the views of our story, were we to detail to our readers the affecting scenes which preluded r*rederick's departure from London, the explanations he was called on to repeat, as he went from house to house, for a journey at once so sudden and extraordinary ; for even so late as fifty years ago, a visit to Ireland was a matter oi more moment, and accompanied by more solemn preparation, than many now bestow on an overland journey to India. The Lady Marys and Bettys of the fashionable world regarded him pretty much as the damsels of old did some doughty knight, when setting forth on his way to Palestine. That filial affection could exact such an instance of devo- tion, called up their astonishment, even more than their admiration ; and many were the cautions, many the friendly counsels, given to the youth for his preservation in a land so rife with danger. Frederick was a soldier, and a brave one ; but still, he was not entirely divested of those apprehensions which the ignorance of the day propagated ; and although only accompanied by a single servant, they were both armed to the teeth, and prepared to do valiant battle, if need be, against the Irish " rogues and rapparrees." Here, then, for the present, we shall leave him, having made his last "adieux" to his friends, and set out on his journey to Ireland. THK o'dONOGHUE. 113 CHAPTER XIV. THB COMMENTS ON A HURRIED DEPARTUEB. Brief as has been the interval of our absence from Glenflesk, time's changes have been there. Herbert O'Donoghue had experienced a for- tunate change in his malady, and on the day following Roach's eventful return, became actually out of danger. The symptoms of his disease, so suddenly subdued, seemed to reflect immortal honour on the Doctor, who certainly did* not scruple to attribute to his skill, what, with more truth, was owing to native vigour and youth. Sir Archy alone was ungrateful enough to deny the claim of physic, and slightly hinted tt Roach, that he had at least benefited his patient by example, if not precept, since he had slept the entire night through, without awaking. The remark was a declaration of war, at once ; nor was Roach slow to accept the gage of battle — ^in fact, both parties were well wearied of the truce, and anxious for the fray. Sir Archibald had only waited till the moment Roach's services in the sick-room could be safely dis- pensed with, to re-open his fire ; while Roach, harassed by so unexpected a peace, felt like a beleaguered fortress during the operation of the miners, and knew not when, and how, the dreaded explosion was te occur. Now, however, the signal-gun was fired — ^hesitation was at an end ; and, of a verity, the champions showed no disinchnation for the field. " Ye'll be hungry this morning. Doctor," said Sir Archy, "and I have ordered breakfast a bit early. A pick o' ham at twelve o'clock, and a quart of sherry, aye gives a man a relish for breakfast." "Begad so it might, or for supper too,'* responded Roach, "when the ham was a shank bone, and the sherry-bottle like a four ounce mix- ture." " Ye slept surprisingly after your shght refection. I heerd ye snoring like a grampus." " 'Twasn't the night-mare, from indigestion, any how," said Roach, with a grin. " I'll give you a clean bill of health from that malady here." " It's weel for us, that we ken a cure for it — more than ye can say for the case you've just left." 114 THE o'dONOGHUE. " I saved the boy*s life," said Roach indignantly. " Assuredly ye did na kill him, and folks canna a' ways say as muckle for ye. We maun thank the Lord for a' his mercies ; and he vouch- safed you, a vara sound sleep." ' How this controversy was to be carried on further, it is not easy to say ; but at this moment the door of the breakfast-room opened cau- tiously, and a wild rough head peeped stealthily in, which gradually was followed by the neck, and in succession the rest of the figure of Kerry O'Leary, who, dropping down on both knees before the Doctor, cried out in a most lamentable accent — " Oh ! Docther darlint — Docther dear — forgive me — for the love of Joseph, forgive me !" Roach's temper was not in its blandest moment, and his face grew purple with passion, as he beheld the author of his misfortunes at his feet. " Get out of my sight, you scoundrel, I never want to set eyes Dn you, till I see you in the dock — ay, with handcuffs on you." "Oh, raurther, murther, is it take the law of me, for a charge of swan drops? Oh, Docther acushla, don't say you'll do it." " I'll have your life, as sure as my name's Roach." " Try him wi' a draught," interposed M'Nab. " Begorra, I'm willin'," cried Kerry, grasping at the mediation. ** Til take any thing, barrin' the black grease he gave the masther — ^that would UW the divil." This exceptive compliment to his skill was not so acceptable to the Doctor, whose passion boiled ovei> at the new indignity. "Ill spend fifty guineas, but I'll hang you, — there's my word on it." " Oh, wirra ! wirra !" cried Kerry, whose apprehensions of how much law might be had for the money, made him tremble all over — " that's what I get for tramping the roads all night after the pony." " Where's the pony — ^where's the gig ?" called out Roach, suddenly reminded by material interests, that he had more at stake than mere vengeance. " The beast is snug in the stable — that's where he is, eating a peck of oats — last year's com — divil a less." "And the gig?" " Oh, the gig, is it ? Musha, we have the gig too," responded Kerry, but with a reluctance that could not escape the shrewd questioner. ** Where is it, then V* said Roach, impatiently. " Where would it be, but in the yard ? — ^we're going to wash it.** The Doctor did not wait for the conclusion of this reply, but hastening from the room, passed down the few stairs that led towards the old THE O'dONOGHUE. 115 court-yard, followed by Sir Archy and Kerry, the one, eager to witness the termination of the scene — the other, muttering in a very different spirit — " Oh, but it's now we'll have the divil to pay I" As soon as "Roach arrived at the court-yard, he turned his eyes on every side, to seek his conveyance ; but although there were old har- rows, broken ploughs, and disabled wheel-barrows in numbers, nothing was there, that bore any resemblance to what he sought. "Where is it ?" said he, turning to Kerry, with a look of exasperation that defied all attempt to assuage by mere ** blarney" — " where is it ?'* ** Here it is, then," said O'Leary, with the tone of one, whose courage was nerved by utter despair, while at the same time, he drew forth two wheels and an axle, the sole surviving members of the late vehicle. As he displayed the wreck before them, the ludicrous — always too strong for an Irish peasant, no matter hojv much it may be associated with his own personal danger — overcame his more discreet instincts, and he broke forth into a broad grin, while he cried — "* There's the inside of her, now !' as Darby Cossoon said, when he tuk his watch in pieces, * and begorra, we'll see how she's made, any way !' " This true history must not recount the expressions in which Roach permitted himself to indulge ; it is enongh to say, that his passion took the most violent form of invective, against the house, the glen, the family, and their retainers, to an extreme generation, while he stamped and gesticulated Hke one insane. " Ye'U hae sma' space for yer luggage in yon,'* said M'Nab, with one of his driest laughs, while he turned back and re-entered the house. " Where's my pony ? — where's my pony ?" shouted out the Doctor, determined to face all his calamities at once. " Oh, faix, he's nothing the worse," said Kerry, as he unlocked the door of the stable, and pointed with all the pride of veracity to a beast in the stall before them. " There he is, jumping hke a kid, out of his skin wid' fun this morning." Now, although the first part of Kerry's simile was assuredly incorrect, as no kid, of which we have any record, ever bore the least resemblance to the animal in question, as to the fact of being "out of his skin," there could not be a second opinion, the beast being almost entirely flayed from his shoulders to his haunches, his eyes being represented by two globular masses, about'the size of billiard-balls, and his tail bearing some affinity to an overgrown bamboo, as it hung down, jointed and knotted, but totally destitute of hair. "The thief of the world," said Kerry, as he patted him playfully; 116 THE O'DONOGHUE. *• he stripped a trifle of hair off him with kicking ; but a Httle gun- powder and butter will bring it on again, in a day or two." *' Liar that thou art, Kerry — it would take a cask of one, and a firkin of the other to make up the necessary ointment !" Tliere are some evils which no anticipation can paint equal to their severity, and these, in compensation perhaps, are borne for the most part, without the same violent exuberance of sorrow lesser misfortunes elicit. So it was — Roach spoke not a word: one menace of his clenched hand towards Kerry, was the only token he gave of his mahce, and he left the stable. " I've a note here for Doctor Roach," said a servant, in Sir Marma- duke's livery, to Kerry, as he proceeded to close and lock the stable- door. ** I'm the person," said the Doctor, taking the billet and breaking the seal. " Have you the carriage here now ?" asked he, when he had finished reading. " Yes, sir, it's on the road. Sir Marmaduke desired me not to drive up, for fear of disturbing the sick gentleman." "I'm ready, then," said the Doctor ; " and never casting a look back- ward, nor vouchsafing another word, he passed out of the gate, and descended towards the high road. " I'll take good care of the baste till I see you, sir," shouted Kerry after him ; and then, as the distance widened, he added, "and may I never see your ould yallow wig^ agin, I pray this day. Divil take me, bui I hopeiyou've some of the slugs in ye, after all ;" and with these pious wishes, expressed fervently, Kerry returned to the house, his heart considerably lightened by the Doctor's departure. Scarcely was he seated beside the kitchen fire — the asylum he regarded as -his own — when, all fears for his misconduct and its conse- quences past, he began speculating in a very Irish fashion, on the reasons of the Doctor's sudden departure. "He's off now to * the Lodge' — devil fear him — faix if he gets in there, they'll not get him out so asy — they'll have a pain for every day of fhe week before he leaves them. Well, well, thanks be to God, he's out of this." " Is he gone, Kerry ?" said Mrs. Branagan. " Did he leave a ' cure' for Master Herbert before he went ?" " Sorra bit," cried Kerry, as if a sudden thought struck him, ** that's what he didn't !" and without hesitating another moment, ^e sprung from his chair, and mounted the stairs towards the parlour, where now the O'Donoghue, Mark, and Sir Archj were assembled at breakfast. THE o'dONOGHUE. . 117 •* He's away, sir, he's otf again," said Kerry, as though the nature of his tidings did not demand any more ceremonious preliminary. "Who's away ? Who's gone ?" cried they all in hreath. " The Doctor, sir. Doctor Roach. There was a chap in a skyrblue livery came up with a bit of a letter for him to go down there, and when he read it, he just turned about, this way," here Kerry performed a not over graceful pirouette, ** and. without saying by yer leave, he walks down the road and gets into the coach. * Won't you see Master Herbert before you go, sir,' says I ; * sure you're not leaving him that way ?* but bad luck to one word he'd say, but went away wid a gran on him." " What !" cried Mark, as his face crimsoned viith passion. ** Is this true ? — are you sure of what you're saying ?" " I'll take the book an it," said Kerry, solemnly. " Well, Archy," said the O'Donoghue, addressing his brother-in-law. "You are a good judge of these matters. Is this conduct on the part of our neighbour suitable or becoming ? Was it exactly right and proper to send here for one, whose services we had taken the trouble to seek, and might much have needed besides ? Should we not have been consulted, think you ?" " There's not a poor farmer in the glen would not resent it !" cried Mark, passionately. " Bide a wee, bide a wee," said Sir Archy, cautiously, " we hae na heard a' the tale yet. Eoach may perhaps explain." " He had better not come here, to do so," interrupted Mark, as he strode the room in passion ; " he has a taste for hasty departures, anJ, by G — , I'll help him to one ; for out of that window he goes, as sme as my name is Mark." " 'Tis the way to serve him, divil a doubt," chimed in Kerry, who was not sorry to think how agreeably he might thus be relieved from any legal difficulties. "I am no seeking to excuse the man," said Sir Archy, temperately. "It's weel kenned we hae na muckle love- for ane anither ; but fair play is bonnie play." " I never heard a mean action yet, but there was a Scotch adage to warrant it," muttered Mark, in a whisper inaudible by the rest. " Its no' improbable but that Sir Marmaduke Travers did ask if the Doctor could be spared, and it's no' impossible, either, that Roach took the answering the question in his ain hands." '* I don't think so," broke in Mark ; "the whole thing bears a dif- ferent aspect. It smacks of Enghsh courtesy to an Trish kern." 116 THE 0*DONOGHUE. " By Jove, Mark is right," said the 0*Donoghue, whose prejudices, strengthened by poverty, too readily chimed in with any suspicion of intended insult. « " They were not long learning the game," said Mark, bitterly ; "they are, if I remember aright, scarce two months in the country, and, see, they treat us as * mere Irish* already. *• Ye*r ower hasty, Mark. I hae na muckle respect for Roach, nor wad I vouch for his good breeding ; but a gentleman, as this Sir Mar- maduke's note bespeaks him ." " What note ? I never heard of it." " Oh ! it was a polite kind of message, Mark, to say he would be obUged if I pennitted him to pay his respects here. I forget to tell you of it." "Does the enemy desire a peep at the fortress, that he may calcu- late how long we can hold out ?" said the youth, sternly. " Begorra, with the boys from Ballyvoumey and Inchigeela, we'll howld the place agin the Enghsh army," said Kerry, mistaking the figurative meaning of the speech ; and he rubbed his hands with delight at the bare prospect of such a consummation. Sir Archy turned an angry look towards him, and motioned with his hand for him to leave the room. Kerry closed the door after him, and for some minutes the silence was unbroken. "What does it matter after all?" said the O'Donoghue, with a sigh. "It is a mere folly to care for these things, now. When the garment is worn and threadbare, one need scarce fret that the lace is a little tarnished." " True, sir, quite true ; but you are not Doxmd to forget or forgive him, who would strip it rudely off, even a day or an hour before its time." " There is na muckle good in drawing inferences from imaginary evils. Shadows are a' bad enough ; but they needna hae children and grand- ehildren ; and so I'll even take a cup :' tea to the callant ;" and thus, wise in practice and precept. Sir Archibald left the room, while O'Donoghue and Mark, already wearied of the their>ft ceased to discuss it further. THE o'dONOGHUE, 119 CHAPTER XV. SOME OF THE PLEASURES OF PROPEETT. In the small, but most comfortable apartment of the Lodge, which in virtue of its book-shelves and smartly bound volumes was termed "the Study," sat Sir Marmaduke Travers. Before him was a table covered with writing materials, books, pamphlets, prints, and drawings; his great arm-chair was the very ideal of lounging luxury, and in the soft car- pet his slippered feet were almost hidden. Through the window at his right hand, an alley in the beech-wood opened a view of mountain scenery, it would have been difficult to equal in any country of Europe. In a word, it was a very charming little chamber, and might have excited the covetousness of those whose minds must minister to their maintenance, and who rarely pursue their toilsome task, save de- barred from every sound and sight that might foster imagination. How almost invariably is this the case ! "Who has not seen, a hundred times over, some perfect little room, every detail of whose economy seemed devised to sweeten the labour of the mind, teeming with its many apph- ances for enjoyment, yet encouraging thought more certainly than mi- nistering to luxury — with its cabinet pictures, its carvings, its. antique armour, suggestive in turn of some passage in history, or some page in fiction; — who has not seen these devoted to the half hour lounge over a newspaper, or the tiresome examination of house expenditure with the steward, while he, whose mental flights were soaring midway 'twixt earth and heaven, looked out from some gloomy and cobwebbed pane upon a forest of chimneys, surrounded by all the evils of poverty, and tortured by the daily conflict with necessity. Here sat Sir Marmadulte, a great volume like a ledger open before him, in which, from time to time, he employed himself in making short memoranda. Directly in front of him stood, in an attitude of respectful attention, a man of about five-and-forty years of age, who, although dressed in an humble garb, had yet a look of something above the com- mon ; his features were homely, but intelHgent, and though a quick sharp glance shot from his grey eye when he spoke, yet in his soft, smooth voice the words came forth with a measured calm, that served to indicate a patient and gentle disposition. His frame betokened 120 strength, wliile bis face was pale and colourless, and without the other indications of active health in his gait and walk, would have implied a dehcacy of constitution. This was Sam Wylie the sub-agent — one whose history may be told in a few words : — His father had been a but- ler in the O'Donoghue house, where he died, leaving his son, a mere child, as a legacy to his master. The boy, however, did not turn out well ; delinquencies of various kinds — theft among the number — were discovered against him ; and after many, but ineffectual efforts, to reclaim him, he was turned off, and advised, as he wished to escape worse, to leave the county. ^ He took the counsel, and did so; nor for many a year after was he seen or heard of. A report ran that he passed four- teen years in transportation ; but however that might be, when he next appeared in Kerry, it was in the train of a civil engineer, come to make surveys of the county. His cleverness and skill in this occupation re- commended him to the notice of Hems worth, who soon after appointed him as bailiff, and, subsequently, sub-agent on the estate ; and in this capacity he had now served about fifteen years, to the perfect satisfac- tion, and vfith the full confidence of his chief. Of his " antecedents," Sir Marmaduke knew nothing ; he was only aware of the implicit trust Hemsworth had in him, and his own brief experience perfectly concur- red in the justice of the opinion. He certainly found him intelligent, and thoroughly well-informed on all connected with the property. When questioned, his answers were prompt, direct, and to the purpose ; and to one of Sir Marmaduke's business habits, this quahty possessed merit of the highest order. If he had a fault with him, it was one he could readily pardon — a leniency towards the people — a desire to palli- ate their errors and extenuate their failings— and always to promise well for the future, even when the present looked least auspicious. His hearty concurrence vdth all the old baronet's plans for improvement were also highly in his favour ; and already Wylie was looked on as "a very acute fellow, and with really wonderful shrewdness for his station;'* as if any of that acuteness or that shrewdness, so estimated, could have its growth in a more prolific soil, than in the heart and mind of one bred and reared among the people ; who knew . their habits, their tone of thinking, their manners, and their motives — not through any false medium of speculation and theory, but practically, innately, instinctively ■^-who had not studied the peasantry like an algebraic formula, or a problem in Euclid, but read them, as they sat beside their turf fires, in the smoke of their mud hovels, cowering from the cold of winter, and gathering around the scanty meal of potatoes — the only tribute they had not rendered to the landlord. THE O'dONOGHUE. 121 •* Jftoger Sweeny," said Sir Marmaduke — " Roger Sweeny complaius of his distance from the bog ; he cannot draw his turf so easily, as when he Hved on that swamp below the lake ; but I think the change ought to recompense him for the inconvenience." " He's a Ballyvourney man, your honour," said Sam, placidly, "and if you couldn't bring the turf up to his door, and cut it for him, and stack it, and carry a creel of it inside, to make the fire, he'd not be content." " Oh, that's it — is it?" said Sir Marmuduke, "accepting an explanation he was far from thoroughly understanding. " Then here' s Jack Heffernan — what does this fellow mean, by saying that a Berkshire pig is no good?" " He only means, your honour, that he's too good for the place, and wants better food than the rest of the family." "The man's a fool, and must learn better. Lord Mudford told me that he never saw such an excellent breed, and his swine-herd is one of the most experienced fellows in England. "Widow Mul — Mul — what ?" said he, endeavouring to spell an unusually long name in the book be- fore him—" MuUa " " MuUahedert, your honour," slipped in WyHe, " a very dacent crayture." "Then why won't she keep those bee-hives; can't she see what an excellent thing honey is in a house — if one of her children was sick, for instance?" " True for you, sir," said Sam, without the slightest change of fea- ture. " It is wonderful how your honour can have the mind to think of these things — upon my word, it's surprising." " Samuel M'Elroy refuses to drain the field — does he?" " No, sir ; but he says the praties isn't worth digging out of dry ground, nor never does grow to any size. He*s a Ballyvourney man, foo, sir." " Oh, is he ?" said Sir Marmaduke, accepting this as a receipt in full for any degree of eccentricity. " Shamus M'Gillicuddy — heavens what a name ! This Shamus ap- pears a very desperate fellow ; he beat a man the other evening, coming back from the market." " It was only a neighbour, sir ; they live fornint each other.'* "A neighbour ! but bless my heart, that makes it worse." " Sure, sir, it was nothing to speak of; it was Darby Lenahan said vour honour's bull was a pride to the place, and Shamus said the O'Donoghue's was a finer baste any day ; and from one word they came to another, and the end of it was, Lenahan got a crack on the scull that laid him Quivering on the daisies." 192 THE o'donoghue. ** Savage mflaan, that Shamus ; I'll keep a sharp eye on him.* "Faix, and there's no need — he*s a Bally vourney man." The old baronet looked up from his large volume, and seemed for a )nomeut undecided whether he should not ask the meaning of a phrase, which, occurring at every moment, appeared most perplexing in signifi- cation ; but the thought that by doing so, he should confess his igno- rance before the sub-agent, deterred him, and he resolved to leave the interpretation to time and his own ingenuity. " What of this old fellow, who has the mill ? — ^has he consented to have the overshot wheel ?" " He tried it on Tuesday, sir," said Sam, with an almost imper- ceptible smile, " and the sluice gave way, and carried off the house and the end of the bam into the tail race. He's gone in, to take an action again your honour for the damages.'* " Ungrateful rascal ! I told him I'd be at the whole expense myself, and I explained the great saving of water the new wheel would ensure him." " True, indeed, sir ; but as the stream never went dry for thirty years, the ould idiot thought it would last his time. Begorra, he had enough of water on Tuesday, anyhow." " He's a Ballyvourney man, isn't he ?" " He is sir," replied "Wyhe, with the gravity of a judge. Another temptation crossed Sir Marmaduke*s mind, but he withstood it, and went on — " The mountain has then been divided as I ordered, has it ?" " Yes, sir ; the lines were all marked out before Saturday." " Well, I suppose the people were pleased to know, that they have, each, their own separate pasturage ?'* " Indeed, and, sir, I won't tell you a Ke — they are not ; they'd rather it was the ould way still." " What, have I taken all this trouble for nothing then ? — is it pos- sible that thejr'd rather have their cattle straying wild about the country, than see them grazing peaceably on their own land ?" "That's just it, sir; for, you see, when they had the mountain among them, they fed on what they could get ; one, had maybe a flock of goats, another, maybe a sheep or two, a heifer, an ass, or a bullsheen. "A what?" " A little bull, your honour ; and they didn't mind if one had more nor another, nor where they went, for the place was their own ; but now, that it is all marked out and divided, begorra, if a beast is got tres- passing, out comes some one with a sticky and wallops him back again, THE o'donoghue. 123 and then the man that owns him, natural enough, would' nt see shame on his cow, or whatever it was, and that leads to a fight ; and faix, there*s not a day now, but there's blood spilt over the same boundaries." " They're actually savages !" said Sir Marmaduke, as he threw his spectacles over his forehead, and dropped his pen from his fingers in mute amazement ; "I never heard — I never read of such a people." " They're Bally vourney men," chimed in "WyHe, assentively. "D d " Sir Marmaduke checked himself suddenly, for the idea flashed on him that he ought at least to know what he was cursing, and so he abstained from such a perilous course, and resumed his search in the big volume. Alas ! his pursuit of information was not more successful as he proceeded: every moment disclosed some case, where, in his honest efforts to improve the condition of the people, from ignorance of their habits, from total unconsciousness of the social differences of two nations, essentially unlike, he discovered the failure of his plans, and unhesitatingly ascribed to the prejudices of the peasantry, what with more justice might have been charged against his own unskilfulness. He forgot that a people long neglected cannot at once be won back — that con- fidence is a plant of slow growth ; but more than all, he lost sight of the fact, that to engraft the customs and wants of richer communities, upon a people sunk in poverty and want — to introduce among them new and improved modes of tillage — to inculcate notions which have taken ages to grow up to maturity, in more favoured lands, must be attended with failure and disappointment. On both sides the elements of suc- cess were wanting. The peasantry saw — for, however strange it may seem, through every phase of want and wretchedness their intelHgence and apprehension suffer no impairment — they saw his anxiety to serve them ; they believed him to be kind-hearted and well-wishing, but they knew him to be also wrong-headed and ignorant of the country, and what he gained on the score of good feeling, he lost on the score of good sense ; and Paddy, however humble his lot, however hard his con- dition, has an innate reverence for abiHty, and can rarely feel attach- ment to the heart, where he has not felt respect for the head. It is not a pleasant confession to make, yet one might explain it without detri- ment to the character of the people, but assuredly, popularity in Ireland would seem to depend far more on intellectual resources, than on moral principle and rectitude. Romanism has fostered this feeling, so natural is it to the devotee to regard power and goodness as inseparable, and to associate the holiaess of religion, with the sway and influence of the ^sthood. If the tenantry regarded the landlord as a simple-hearted. 124 THE 0*DONOGHUE. crotchety old gentleman with no harm in him, the landlord belieyed them to be almost incurably sunk in barbarism and superstition. Their native courtesy in declining to accept suggestions they never meant to adopt, he looked [on as duplicity ; he could not understand that the matter-of-fact sternness of English expression has no parallel here ; that poUteness, as they understood it, has a claim, to which truth itself may be sacrificed ; and he was ever accepting in a literal sense, what the people intended to be received with its accustomed qualification. But a more detrimental result followed than even these : the truly well-conducted and respectable portion of the tenantry felt ashamed to adopt plans and notions they knew inapplicable and unsaited to their con lition ; they therefore stood aloof, and by their honest forbearance incurred the reproach of obstinacy and barbarism ; while the idle, the lazy, and the profligate, became converts to any doctrine or class of opinion, which promised an easy life and the rich man's favour. These, at first sight, found favour vdth him, as possessing more intelligence and tractibility than their neighbours, and for them, cottages were built, rents abated, improved stock introduced, and a hundred devices orga- nized to make them an example for all imitation. Unhappily the con- ditions of the contract were misconceived : the people believed that all the landlord required was a patient endurance of his benevolence ; they never reckoned on any reciprocity in duty ; they never dreamed that a-^ Swiss cottage cannot be left to the fortunes of a mud cabin ; that stag- nant pools before the door, weed-grown fields, and broken fences, har- monize ill with rural pailings, drill cultivation, and trim hedges. They took all they could get, but assuredly they never understood the obliga- tion of repayment. They thought (not very unreasonably perhaps), " it's the old gentleman's hobby that we should adopt a number of habits and customs we were never used to — live in strange houses and work with strange tools. Be it so ; we are willing to gratify him," said they, "but let him pay for his whistle." He, on the other hand, thought they were greedily adopting what they only endured, and deemed all converts to his opinion who lived on his bounty. Hence, each morning presented an array of the most worthless, irreclaimable of the tenantry around his door, all eagerly seeking to be included in some new. scheme of regeneration, by which they understood three meals a day and nothing to do. How to play off these two distinct and very opposite classes, Mr. Sam "Wylie knew to perfection; and while he made it appear that one portion of the tenantry whose rigid rejection of Sir Marmaduke's doctrines proceeded from a sturdy spirit of self-confidence and indepen* THE o'donoghue. 125 •dence, were a set of wild, irreclaimable savages ; he softly insinuated his compliments on the success in other quarters, while, in his heart he well knew what results were about to happen "They're here now, sir," said Wyhe, as he glanced through the mndow towards the lawn, where, with rigid punctuality Sir Marmaduke each morning held his levee; and where, indeed, a very strange and motley crowd appeared. The old baronet threw up the sash, and as he did so, a general mar- mur of blessings and heavenly invocations met his ears — sounds, that if one were to judge from his brightening eye and beaming counte- nance, he relished well. No longer, however, as of old, suppliant, and entreating, with 'tremulous voice and shrinking gaze did they make their advances. These people were now enlisted in his army of "regenerators ;' they were converts to the landlords manifold theories of improved .agriculture, neat cottages, pig-styes, dove-cots, bee-hives, and heaven knows what other suggestive absurdity, ease and affluence ever devised >to plate over the surface of rude and rugged misery. "The Lord bless your honour every morning you rise, 'tis the ihgant little place ye gave me to live in. Musha, 'tis happy and comfortable I do be every night, now, barrin' that the slates does be falling betimes — bad luck to them for slates, one of them cut little Joe's head this .morning, and I brought him up for a bit of a plaster." This was the address of a stout, middle-aged woman, with a man's ?great coat around her in lieu of a cloak. ** Slates falling — why doesn't your husband fasten them on again ? ''he said he was a handy fellow, and could do any thing about a house." " It was no he then ; Thady Morris is a good warrant for a job any ..day, and if it was thatch was on it " "Thatch — why, woman, I'll have no thatch; I don't want the r cabins burned down, nor will I have them the filthy hovels they -used to be." '/Why would your honour? — sure there's rayson and sinse agin it," was the chorus of all present, while the woman resumed — " Well, he tried that same too, your honour, and if he did, by my sowl, it was worse for him, for when he seen the slates going off every minit with the wind, he put the harrow on the top' " " The harrow — ^put the harrow on the roof?" " Just so — wasn't it natural ? But as sure as the wind riz, down came -the harrow, and stript every dirty kippeen of a slate away with it.* " So the roof is off," said Sir Marmaduke with stifled rage. " Tis as clean as my five fingers, the same rafters," said she with tmmoved gravity. 126 THE O DON06HT7E, "This is too bad— Wylie, do you hear this?" said the old gentle, nan, \fdth a face dark mth passion. "Aye," chorused in some half dozen fViends of the woman— " nothing stands the wind like the thatch." Wyhe whispered some words to his master, and by a side gesture, motioned to the woman to take her departure. The hint was at once taken, and her place immediately filled by another. This was a short little old fellow, in yellow rags, his face concealed by a handkerchief, on removing which, he discovered a countenance that bore no earthly resemblance to that of a human being : the eyes were entirely concealed by swollen masses of cheek and eye-lid — the nose might have been eight noses — and the round* immense lips, and the small aperture be- tween, looked like the opening in a ballot-box. "Who is this? — what's the matter here?" said Sir Marmaduke, as lie stared in mingled horror and astonishment at the object before him. " Faix, ye may well ax," said the little man, in a thick guttural voice. " Sorra one of the neighbours knew me this morning. I'm Tim M^Garrey, of the cross-roads." " "What has happened to you then V asked Sir Marmaduke, some- what ruffled by the sturdy tone of the ragged fellow's address. " 'Tis your own doing, then — divil a less — you may be proud of your work." " My doing ! — ^how do you dare to say so ?" " 'Tis no darin* at all — 'tis thrue, as I'm here. Them bloody bee- hives you made me take home wid me, I put them in a comer of the house, and by bad luck it was the pig's comer, and, sorra bit, but she rooted them out, and upset them, and with that, the varmint fell upon us all, and it was two hours before- we killed them — divil such a fight ever ye seen : Peggy had the beetle, and I the griddle, for flattening them agin the wall, and maybe we didn't work hard, while the childer was roarin* and bawlin' for the bare life." " Gracious mercy, would this be credited ? — could any man conceive barbarism like this ?" cried Sir Marmaduke, as with uplifted hands he stood overwhelmed with' amazement. Wylie again whispered something, and again telegraphed to the appli- cant to move off; but the little man stood his ground and continued. " 'Twas a heifer you gave Tom Lenahan, and it's a dhroll day, the M'Garrey's wara't as good as the Lenahans, to say we'd have nothing but bees, and them was to get a dacent baste !" "Stand aside, sir," said Sir Marmaduke ; "Wylie has got my ordera about you. Who is this f" THE o'dONOGHUE. 1^ " Faix, me, sir — Andrew Maher. I'm come to give your honour the key — I couldn't stop there any longer." " What ! not stay in that comfortable house, with the neat shop I Uad built and stocked for you ? What does this mean ?" " 'Tis just that, then, your honour — the house is a nate little place, and barrin* the damp, and the little grate, that won't burn turf at all, one might do well enough in it ; but the shop is the divil entirely." " How so — what's wrong about it ?*' ** Every thing's wrong about it. First and foremost, your honour, the neighbours has no money ; and though they might do mighty well for want of tobacco, and spirits, and bohea, and candles, and soap, and them trifles, as long as they never came near them, throth they couldn't have them there fornint their noses, without wishing for a taste ; and so one comes in for a pound of sugar, and another wants a ha' porth of nails, or a piece of naygar-head, or an ounce of starch — and divil a word they have, but 'put it in the book, Andy.' By my conscience, it's a quare book would hould it all." " But they'll pay in time — they'll pay when they sell the crops." " Bother j lax yer honour's pardon — I was manin' they'd see me far enough first. Sure, when they go to market, they'll have the rint, and the tithe, and the taxes ; and when that's done, and they get a sack of seed potatoes for next year, I'd like to know where's the money that's to come to me ?" "Is this true, Wylie? — are they as poor as this ?" asked Sir Mar- maduke. Wylie' s answer was still a whispered one. " Well," said Andy, with a sigh, " there's the key any way. I'd rather be tachin' the gaffers again, than be keeping the same shop." These complaints were followed by others, differing in kind and com- plexion, but all, agreeing in the violence with which they were urged, and all, inveighing against " the improvements" Sir Marmaduke was so interested in carrying forward. To hear them, you would suppose that the grievances suggested by poverty and want, were more hi unison with comfort and enjoyment, than all the appliances wealth can bestow: and that the privations to which habit has inured us, are sources of greater happiness, than we often feel in the use of unre- Btricted hberty. Far from finding any contented. Sir Marmaduke only saw a few among the number, willing to endure his bounties, as the means of ob- taining other concessions they desired more ardently. They would keep their cabins clean, if any thing was to be made by it : they'd weed 128 TBS ODONOGHVX. tlieir potatoes, if Sir Marmaduke would only offer a price for the weeds. In fact, they were ready to engage in any arduous pursuit of cleanliness, decency, and propriety, but it must be for a consideration. Otherwise, they saw no reason fbr encountering labour, which brought no requital ; and the real benefits offered to them, came so often associated with new- fangled and absurd innovations, that, both became involved in the same disgrace, and both sunk in the same ridicule together. These were the refuse of the tenantry ; for we have seen that the independent feeling of the better class held them aloof from all the schemes of " improvement," which the others, by participating in, contaminated. Sir Marmaduke might, then, be pardoned, if he felt some sinking of the heart at his failure ; and, although encouraged by his daughter to persevere in his plan to the end, more than once he was on the brink of abandoning the field in discomfiture, and confessing that the game was above his skill. Had he but taken one-half the pains to learn something of national character, that he bestowed on his absurd efforts to fashion it to his Hking, his success might have been different. He would, at least, have known how to distinguish between the really deserving, and the unworthy recipients of his bounty — between the honest and independent peasant, earning his bread by the sweat of his brow, and the miserable dependant, only seeking a life of indolence, at any sacrifice of truth or character; and even this knowledge, small HS it may seem, will go far in appreciating the difficulties which attend all attempts at Irish social improvement, and explain much of the suc- cess or failure observable in different parts of the country. But Sir Marmaduke fell into the invariable error of his countrymen — he first suffered himself to be led captive, by " blarney," and when heartily sick of the deceitfulness and trickery of those who employed it, coolly lat down with the conviction, that there was no truth in the land. THE o'donoghuk* 196 CHAPTER XVI. "THE FOREIGN LETTB E." The arrival of a post-letter at the O'Donoghue house was an occur" rence of sufficient rarity to create some excitement in the household and many a surmise, as to what new misfortune hung over the family was hazarded between Mrs. Branagan and Kerry O'Leary, as the latter poised and balanced the epistle in his hand, as though its weight and form might assist him in his divination. After having conned over all the different legal processes which he deemed might be conveyed in such a shape, and conjured up in his ima- gination a whole army of sheriffs, sub-sheriffs, bailiffs, and drivers, of which the ominous letter should prove the forerunner, he heaved a heavy sigh at the gloomy future his forebodings had created, and slowly ascended towards his master's bed-room. " How is Herbert ?" said the O'Donoghue, as he heard the footsteps beside his bed, for he had been dreaming of the boy a few minutes previous. " Who is that ? Ah 1 Kerry. Well, how is he to-day ?" " Troth there's no great change to spake of," said Kerry, who, not having made any inquiry himself, and never expecting to have been questioned on the subject, preferred this safe line of reply, as he deemed it, to a confession of his ignorance. "Did he sleep well, Kerry?" " Oh ! for the matter of the sleep we won't boast of it. But here's a letter for your honour, come by the post." *' Leave it on the bed, and tell me about the boy." "Faix there's nothing particular, then, to tell yer honour — sometimes he'd be one way, sometimes another — and more times the same way again. That's the way he'd be all the night through." The O'Donoghue pondered for a second or two, endeavouring to frame some distinct notion from these scanty materials, and then said — " Send Master Mark to me." At the same instant he drew aside the curtain, and broke the seal of the letter. The first few lines, however, seemed to satisfy his curiosity, although the epistle was written in a close hand, and extended over three sides of the paper and he threw K THE O DONOGHUE. it carelessly on the bed, and lay down again once more. During aK this- time, however, Kerry managed to remain in the room, and, while affecting to arrange clothes and furniture, keenly scrutinized the features of his master. It was of no use, however. The old man's looks were as apathetic as usual, and he seemed already to have forgotten the missive Kerry had endowed with so many terrors and misfortunes. " Herbert has passed a favourable night,'* said Mark, entering a few moments after. ** The fever seems to have left him, and, except for debility, I suppose there is httle to ail him. What !-=-a letter ! Who is this from r " From Kate," said the old man hstlessly. " I got as far as * My dear uncle ;* the remainder must await a better Hght, and, mayhap, sharper eyesight too — for the girl has picked up this new mode of scribbling, which is almost unintelligible to me." As the O'Donoghue was speaking, the young man had approached the window, and was busily perusing the letter. As he read, his face changed colour more than once. Breaking off, he said — "You don't know, then, what news we have here ? More embarrass- ment — ay, by Jove, and a heavier one than even it seems at first sight. The French armies, it appears, are successful all over the Low Countries, and city after city falling into their possession ; and so, the convents are breaking up, and the Sacr6 Coeur, where Kate is, has set free its inmates, who are returning to their friends. She comes here." " What ! — here?" said the O'Donoghue, with some evidence of doubt at intelligence so strange and unexpected. "Why, Mark, my boy, that's impossible — the house is a ruin ; we haven't a room ; we have no ser- vants, and have nothing hke accommodation for the girl." " Listen to this, then," said Mark, as he read from the letter : — * You may then conceive, my dear old papa — for I must call you the oH name again, now that we are to meet — ^how happy I am to visit Carrig-na-curra once more. I persuade myself I remember the old beech wood in the glen, and the steep path beside the waterfall, and the wooden railings to guard against the precipice. Am I not right ? And there's an ash tree over the pool, lower down. Cousin Mark climbed it to pluck the berries for me, and fell in, too. There's memory for you !" " She'll be puzzled to find the wood now," said the O'Donoghue, with a sad attempt at a smile. " Go on, Mark." ** It's all the same kind of thing : she speaks of Molly Cooney's cablOf and the red boat-house, and fifty things that are gone many a THE o'dONOGHTJE. 131 day ago. Strange enough, she remembers what I myself have long since forgotten. ' How I long for my own little blue bed-room, that looked out on Keim-an-eigh !' " " There, Mark — don't read any more, my lad. Poor dear Kate ! — what would she think of the place now ?" " The thing is impossible," said Mark, sternly ; " the girl has got a hundred fancies and tastes, unsuited to our rude life ; her French habits would ill agree with our barbarism. You must write to your cousin — that old Mrs. Bedingfield — if that's her name. She must take her for the present, at least ; she offered it once before." " Yes," said the old man, with an energy he had not used till now, "she did, and I refused. My poor brother detested that woman, and would never, had he lived, have entrusted his daughter to her care. If she likes it, the girl shall make this her home. My poor Harry's child shall not ask twice for a shelter, while I have one to offer her." " Have you thought, sir, how long you may be able to extend the hospitality you speak of? Is this house now your own, that you can make a proffer of it to any one ? — and if it were, is it here, within these damp, discoloured walls, with ruin without and within, that you'd de- sire a guest — and such a guest ?" " What do you mean, boy V* " I mean what I say. The girl educated in the midst of luxury, pampered and flattered — we heard that from the Abbe — what a favourite she was there, and how naturally she assumed airs of command and superiority over the girls of her own age — truly, if penance were the object, the notion is not a bad one." " I say it again — this is her home. I griere it should be so rude a one — but, I'll never refuse to let her share it." " Nor would I," muttered Mark, gloomily, "if it suited either her habits, or her tastes. Let her come, however ; a week's experience will do more to undeceive her than if we wrote letters for a twelve- month." "You must write to her, Mark ; you must tell her, that matters have not gone so well with us latterly — that she'll see many changes here ; but mind, you say how happy we are to receive her." " She can have her choice of blue bed-rooms, too — shall I say that ?" said Mark, almost savagely. " The damp has given them the proper tinge for her fancy ; and as to the view she speaks of, assuredly there is nothing to baulk it : the window has fallen out many a day ago, liiat looked on Keim-an-eigh." }82 THE o'donoghue. " How can you torture me this way, boy V* said the old man, with a look of imploring, to which his white hairs and aged features gave a most painful expression. But Mark turned away, and made no answer. "My uncle," said he, after a pause, "must answer this epistle. Letter-writing is no burthen to him. In fact, I believe, he rather hkes it ; so here goes to do him a favour. It is seldom the occasion pre- sents itself." It was not often that Mark O'Donoghue paid a visit to Sir Archibald in his chamber ; and the old man received him as he entered with all the show of courtesy he would have extended to a stranger — a piece of attention which was very far, indeed, from relieving Mark of any por- tion of his former embarrassment. " I have brought you a letter, sir,'* said he, almost ere he took his seat — "a letter which my father would thank you xto. reply to. It is from my cousin Kate, who is about to return to Ireland, and take up her abode here." "Ye dinna mean she's doming here, to Carrig-na-curra ?" " It is even so ! though I don't wonder at your finding it hard of behef." " It's mair than that — ^it's far mair — ^it*s downright incredible." " I thought so, too ; but my father cannot agree with me. He will not believe that this old barrack is not a baronial castle ; and persists in falling back on what is past, rather than look on the present, not to speak of the future." " But she canna live here, Mark," said Sir Archy, his mind ever dwelling on the great question at issue. "There's no' a spot in the whole house she could inhabit. I ken something of these French damsels, and their ways ; and the strangers that go there for education are a' worse than the natives. I mind the time I was in Paris with his Royal " Sir Archy coughed, and reddened up, and let fall his snufF-box, spilling all the contents on the floor. " Gude save us, here's a calamity ! It was real macabaw, and cost twa shillings an ounce. I maun even see if I canna scrape it up wi* a piece of paper ;" and so, he set himself diligently to glean up the scattered dust, muttering, all the time, maledictions on his bad luck. Mark never moved nor spoke the entire time ; but sat with the open letter in his hand, patiently awaiting the resumption of the discussion. "Weel, weel," exclaimed Sir Archy, as he resumed his seat once more ; " let us see the epistle, and perhaps we may find some clue to put her off." " My father insists on her coming," said Mark, sternly. THE O DONOGHUE 133 "So he may, lad," replied Sir Archy; "but she may ha*e her ain reasons for declining — dinna ye see that ? This place is a ruin. Wha's to say it is no' undergoing a repair — that the roof is off, and will not be on for sax months to come. The country, too, is in a vara dis- turbed state. Folks are talking in a suspicious way." Mark thought of the midnight march he had witnessed ; but said nothing. " There's a fever, besides, in the house, and wha can tell the next to tak' it. The Lord be mercifu' to us !" added he gravely, as if the lat- ter thought approached somewhat too close on a temptation of Provi- dence. " If she's like what I remember her as a child," replied Mark, " your plan would be a bad one for its object. Tell her the place is a ruin, and she'd give the world to see it for bare curiosity ; say, there was a likeli- hood of a rebellion, and she would risk her life to be near it ; and as for a fever, we never were able to keep her out of the cabins when there was sickness going. Faith, I believe it was the danger, and not the be- nevolence, of the act charmed her." " You are no' far wrang. I mind her weel — she was a saucy cutty ; and I canna forget the morning she gave me a bunch o' thistles on my birth day, and ca'ed it a * Scotch bouquey.' " "You had better read the letter in any case," said Mark, as he pre- sented the epistle. Sir Archy took it, and perused it from end to end without a word ; then laying it open on his knee, he said — *' The lassie's heart is no' far wrang, Mark, depend upon it. Few call up the simple memories o' childish days, if they have no' retained some of the guileless spirit that animated them. I wad like to see her mysel'," said he, after a pause. " But what have we here in the post- script ?" — and he read aloud the following lines : — " I have too good a recollection of a Carrig-na-curra household, to make any apology for adding one to the number below stairs, in the person of my maid. Mademoiselle Hortense, from whose surprise and astonishment at our Irish mountains I anticipate a rich treat. She is a true Parisian, who cannot believe in any thing outside the Boulevards. What will she think of Mrs. Branagan and Kerry O'Leary ? — and what will they think of her ?" " Lord save us, Mark, this is an awfu' business j a French waiting woman here ! Why, she might as weel bring a Bengal tiger ! I protest I'd rather see the one than the other." " She'll not stay long ; make your mind easy about her ; nor will Kate either, if she need such an attendant." 134 THE O'DONOGHITE. " True enough, Mark, we maun let the malady cure itsel' ; and so, I suppose, the lassie must even see the nakedness o' the land wi' her ain eyes, though I'd just as soon we could * put the cover on the par- ritch,' as the laird said, * and make the fules think it brose.' It's no ower pleasant to expose one's poverty." ** Then you'll write the letter," said Mark, rising, " and we must do what we can, in the way of preparation. The time is short enough too, for that letter was written almost a month ago — she might arrive this very week." As he spoke, the shuffling somids of feet were heard in the corridor outside ; the young man sprung to the door, and looked out, and just caught sight of Kerry O'Leary, with a pair of boots under his arm, descending the stairs. " That fellow, Kerry — listening as usual," said Mark. " I heard him at my door about a fortnight since, when I was talking to Herbert, and I sent a bullet through the panuel — I thought it might cure him." " I wonder it did na kill him !" exclaimed M'Nab in horror. " No, no, my hand is too steady for that. I aimed at least two inches above his head — it might have grazed his hair." ** By my word, I'll no' play the eaves-dropper wi' you, Mark ; or, at least, I'd like to draw the charge o' your pistols first." " She can have my room," said Mark, not heeding the speech. ** I'll take that old tower they call the guard-room ; I fancy I shall not be dispossessed for a considerable time," — and the youth left the cham- ber to look after the arrangements he spoke of. '"Tis what I tould you," said Kerry, as he drew his stool beside the idtchen fire; "I was right enough, she's coming back again to live here — I was listening at the door, and heerd it all." "And she's laving the blessed nunnery !" exclaimed Mrs. Branagan, with a holy horror in her countenance — " desarting the elegant place, with the priests, and monks, and friars, to come here again, in the middle of every wickedness and divilment — ochone! ochone!" " What wickedness and what divilment are you spaking about ?" said Kerry, indignantly, at the aspersion thus cast on the habits of the house. Mrs. Branagan actually started at the bare idea of a contradiction, and turned on him a look of fiery wrath, as she said : — ** Be my conscience you're bould to talk that way to me ! — What wick- edness! Isn't horse-racing, card-playing, raffling, wickedness? Isn't drinking and swearin' wickedness? Isn't it wickedness to kill three sheep a week, and a cow a fortnight, to feed a set of dirty spalpeens of grooms and stable chaps ? Isn't it wickedness — botheration to you — THE o'donoghue. 135 but I wouldn't be losing my time talking to you ! When was one of ye at his duties ? Answer me that. How mach did one of ye pay at Ayster or Christmas, these ten years ? Signs on it. Father Luke hasn't a word for ye when he comes here — he trates ye with contimpt." Kerry was abashed and terrified. He Httle knew when he pulled up the sluice-gate, the torrent that would flow down ; and now, would have made any "amende," to establish a truce again ; but Mrs. Branagan was a woman, and, having seen the subjugation of her adversary, her las thought was mercy. " Wickedness, indeed ! It*s fifty years out of purgatory, sorra less, to live ten years here, and see what goes on." " Divil a lie in it," chimed in Kerry, meekly ; " there's no denying a word you say." " I'd like to see who'd dare deny it — and, sign's on it, there's a curse on the place — nothing thrives in it." " Faix, then, ye mustn't say that, any how," said Kerry, insinuatingly: " you have no ray son to spake again it. 'Twas Tuesday week last I heerd Father Luke say — it was to myself he said it — * How is Mrs. Branagan, Kerry V says he. ' She's well and hearty your reverence,' says I. * 111 tell you what she is, Kerry,' says he, * she's looking just as I knew her five-and-thirty years ago ; and a comelier, dacenter woman wasn't in the three baronies. I remember well,' says he, * I seen her at the fair of Killarney, and she had a cap with red ribbons.' Hadn't ye a cap with red ribbons in it ?" A nod was the response. " True for him, ye see he didn't forget it ; and says he, ' She took the shine out of the fair ; she could give seven pounds, and half a distance, to ere a girl there, and beat her after by a neck.' " ** What's that ye're saying ?" said Mrs. Branagan, who didn't compre- hend the figurative language of the turf, particularly when coming from Father Luke's lips. ** I'm saying ye were the purtiest woman that walked the fair-green," said Kerry, correcting his phraseology. " Father Luke was a smart little man then himself, and had a nate leg and foot." " Killarney was a fine place I'm tould," said Kerry, with a dex- terous shift to change the topic. " I wasn't often there myself, but I heerd it was the iligant fair entirely." " So it was," said Mrs. Branagan ; " there never was the kind o? sport and divarsion wasn't there. It begun on a Monday and weil" through the week; and short enough the time was. There was dancing. 1B6 THE o'donoghue. and fighting, and singing, and * stations,' up to Aghadoe and down again on the bare knees, and a pilgrimage to the holy well — three times round that, maybe after a jig two hours long ; and there was a dwarf that tould fortunes, and a friar that sould gospels agin fever, and fallin* sickness, and ballad-singers, and play-actors. Musha, there never was the Uke of it ;" and in this strain did she pour forth a flood of impas- sioned eloquence on the recollection of those carnal pleasures and enjoyments which, but a few minutes before, she had condemned so rigidly in others, nor was it till at the very close of her speech that she suddenly perceived how she had wandered from her text ; then with a heavy groan she muttered — "Ayeh! we're sinful craytures,thebestofus." Kerry responded to the sentiment with a fac-simile sigh, and the peace was ratified. " You wouldn't believe now what Miss Kate is bringing over with her — faix, you wouldn't believe it." " Maybe a monkey," said Mrs. Branagan, who had a vague notion that France lay somewhere within the tropics. " WoTrse nor that.** " Is it a bear ?" asked she again. " No, but a French maid, to dress her hair, and powder her, and put patches on her face." " Whisht, I tell you," cried Mrs. Branagan, " and don't be talking that way. Miss Kate was never the one to turn to the likes of them things." " 'Tis truth I'm telling ye then ; I heard it all between the master and Master Mark, and afterwards with ould Sir Archy, and the three of them is in a raal fright about the maid ; they say she'll be the divil for impidence." " Will she then !" said Mrs. Branagan, with an eye glistening in anticipation of battle. *' The never a day's peace or ease we're to have again, when she's here — 'tis what the master says. ' I pity poor^Mrs. Branagan,' says he ; ' she's a quiet crayture that wont take her own part, and ' " " Won't I ? Be my conscience, we'll soon see that." " Them's his words — * and if Kerry and she don't lay their heads together to make the place too hot ifor her, she'll bully the pair o^ them.' " " Lave it to myself— lave it to me alone, Kerry O'Leary." '* I was thinking that same, ma'am," said Kerry, with a droll leer as he spoke ; " Fd take the odds on you any day, and never ask thf name of the other horse." THE O'DONOGHUE. 137 '* I'll lay the mark of my fingers on her av she says * pays,* " said Mrs. Branagau, with an energy that looked like truth. Meanwhile, Kerry, perceiving that her temper was up, spared nothing to aggravate her passion, retailing every possible and impossible affront the new visitor might pass off on her, and expressing the master's sorrows at the calamities awaiting her. " If she isn't frightened out of the country at once, there's no help for it," said he at last. " I have a notion myself, but sure maybe it's a bad one." " What is it then ? — spake it out free." " 'Tis just to wait for the chaise — she'll come in a chaise, it's likely." But what was Kerry's plan, neither Mrs. Branagan nor the reader are destined to hear, for at that moment a loud summons at the hall door — a very unusual sound — announced the arrival of a stranger ; Kerry, therefore, had barely time for a hasty toilet with a pocket-comb, before a small fragment of looking-glass he carried in his pocket, as he hastened to receive the visitor. CHAPTER XVI r. "KATE o'dONOGHUE." Before Kerry O'Leary had reached the hall, the object around whose coming all his schemes revolved, was already in her uncle's arms. " My dear, dear Kate !" said the old man, as he embraced her again and again, while she, overcome by a world of conflicting emotions, concealed her face upon his shoulder. '* This is Mark, my dearest girl — cousin Mark." The girl looked up, and fixed her large full eyes upon the countenance of the young man, as, in an attitude of bashful hesitation, he stood, uncertain how far the friendship of former days warranted his advances. She, too, seemed equally confused ; and when she held ow her hand, and he took it half coldly, the meeting augured but poorl* for warmth of heart on either side. 138 THE o'donoghue. " And Herbert — where is he ?" cried she eagerly, hoping to cover the chilling reception by the inquiry — " and my uncle Archy " " Is here to answer for himsel'," said M'Nab, quietly, as he came rapidly forward and kissed her on either cheek ; and, with an arm leaning on each of the old men, she walked forward to the drawing- room. " And are you alone, my dear child — ^have you come alone ?" said the O'Donoghue. " Even so, papa ; — ^my attached and faithful Hortense left me at Bristol. Sea sickness became stronger than affection. She had a dream, besides, that she was lost, devoured, or carried off by a merman — I forget what. And the end was, she refused to go further, and did her best to persuade me to the same opinion. She didn't remember that I had sent on my effects, and that my heart was here already." " My own dearest child !" said 0*Donoghue, as he pressed her hand fervently between his own. " But how have ye journeyed by yoursel* f* said Sir Archy, as he gazed on the slight and delicate figure before him. " Wonderfully well, uncle. During the voyage every one was most polite and attentive to me. There was a handsome young Guardsman who would have been more, had he not been gentleman enough to know that I was a lady. And, once at Cork, I met, the very moment of landing, with a kind old friend. Father Luke, who took care of me hither. He only parted with me at the gate, not wishmg to interfere, as he said, with our first greetings. But I don't see Herbert— where is he ?" " Poor Herbert has been dangerously ill, my dear," said the father, " I scarcely think it safe for him to see you." " No, no," interposed Sir Archy, feelingly. " If the sight of her can stir the seared heart of an auld carle hke mysel', it wad na be the surest way to calm the frenzied blood of a youth." Perhaps Sir Archy was not far wrong. Kate O'Donoghue was, indeed, a girl of no common attraction. Her %ure, rather below than above the middle size, was yet so perfectly moulded, that for very symmetry and grace it seemed as if such should have been the standard of womanly beauty, while her countenance had a character of loveliness, even more striking than beautiful ; her eyes were large, full, and of a liquid blue that resembled black; her hair, a rich brown, through which a golden tinge was seen to run, almost the colour of an autumn sun-set, giving a brilliancy to her complexion which, in its transparent beauty, needed no such aid ; but her mouth was the feature whose THE 0*DONOGHTJE. 139 expression, more than any other, possessed a peculiar charm. In speaking, the rounded Hps moved with a graceful undulation, more expressive than mere sound, while, as she hstened, the slightest tremble of the lip harmonizing with the brilliant glance of her eyes, gave a character of rapid intelligence to her face, well befitting the vivid temper of her nature. She looked her very self — a noble-hearted, high-spirited girl, without a thought save for what was honourable and lofty ; one who accepted no compromise vdth a doubtful line of policy, but eagerly grasped at the right, and stood firmly by the consequence. Although educated within the walls of a convent, she had mixed, her extreme youth considered, much in the world of the city she lived in, and was thus as accomplished in all the " usage,'* and conventional habits of society, as she was cultivated in those gifts and graces which give it all its ornament. To a mere passing observer there might seem somewhat of coquetry in her manner ; but very little observation would «how, that such unerring gracefulness cannot be the result of mere practice, and that, innate character had assumed that garb which best suited it, and not one to be merely worn for a season. Her accent, too, when she spoke English, had enough of foreign intonation about it to lay the ground for a charge of affectation ; but he should have been a sturdy critic who could have persisted in the accusation. The fear was rather, that one leaned to the very fault of pronunciation as an excellence, so much of piquancy did it occasionally lend to expressions, which, from other lips, had seemed tame and common-place. To any one who has seen the graceful coquetry of French manner engrafted on the more meaning eloquence of Irish beauty, my effort at a portrait will appear a very meagre and barren outhne ; and I feel how poorly I have endeavoured to convey any idea of one, whose Spanish origin had left a legacy of gracefulness and elegance, to be warmed into life by the fervid cha- racter of the Celt, and tempered again by the consummate attraction of French manner. The ease and kindhness of spirit with which she sat between the two old men, listening in turn to each, or answering with graceful alacrity the questions they proffered — the playful delicacy with which she evaded the allusions they made from time to time to the disappointment the ruined house must have occasioned her — and the laughing gaiety with which she spoke of the new life about to open before her, were actually contagious. They already forgot the fears her anticipated coming had inspired ; and gazed on her with the warm affection that should wait on a welcome* Oh ! what a gift is beauty, and how powerful its influence, vrlien strengthened by the rich eloquence of a spotless nature, beaming 140 THE o'dONOGHUE. from beneath long-lashed lids, when two men like these, seared and hardened by the world's ills — broken on the wheel of fortune — should feel a glow of long-forgotten gladness in their chilled hearts as they looked upon her ? None could have guessed, however, what an eflPort that seeming light-heartedness cost her. Poor girl ! Scarcely was she alone, and had closed the door of her room behind her, when she fell upon the bed in a torrent of tears, and sobbed as if her heart was breaking. All that Father Luke had said as they came along — and the kind old man had done his utmost to break the shock of the altered state of her uncle's fortunes — was far from preparing her for the cold reality she witnessed. It was not the ruined walls, the treeless mountain, the desolate and dreary look of all around, that smote upon her heart ; sad as these signs were, her grief had a higher source : it was the sight of that old man she called father, tottering feebly to the grave, surrounded by images of poverty and misfortune. It was the aspect of Mark, the cousin, she had pictured to her mind as an accomplished gentleman in look and demeanour ; the descendant of a house more than noble — the heir of a vast property ; and now she saw him, scarce in gesture and manner above the peasant — in dress, as slovenly and uncared for. She was prepared for a life of monotonous retirement and isolation. She was ready to face the long winter of dreary solitude — but not in such company as this. That she never calculated on. Her worst anticipations had never conjured up more than an unchequered existence, vnth. little to vary or relieve it ; and now, she foresaw a life to be passed amid the miserable straits and shifts of poverty, with all its petty incidents and lowering accidents, to lessen her esteem for those she wished to look up to and love. And this was Carrig-na-curra, the proud castle she had so often boasted of to her school companions, the baronial seat she had loved to exalt above the antique chateaux of France and Flanders ; and these the haughty relatives, whose pride she mentioned as disdaining the alliance of the Saxon, and spurning all admixture of blood vdth a race less noble than their own. The very chamber she sat in, how did it contradict her own animated descriptions of its once comforts and luxuries ! Alas ! it seemed to be like duplicity and falsehood, that she had so spoken of these things. More than once she asked herself — " Were they always thus ?" Poor child ! she knew not that poverty can bring sickness, and sorrow, and premature old age. It can devastate the fields, and desolate the aifections, and make cold both heart and home together If want stopped short at privation, men need not to tremble at itc approach. It is in the debasing and degrading influence of poverty its THE o'dONOGHU£. 141 real terror lies. It is in the plastic facility with which the poor man shifts to meet the coming evil, that the high principle of rectitude is sacrificed, and the unflinching course of honour deviated from. "When the proud three decker, in all the majesty of her might, may sail along her course unaltered, the humble craft, in the same sea, must tack, and beat, and watch for every casualty of the gale to gain her port in safety. These are the trials of the poor, but proud man. It is not the want of liveried lacqueys, of plate, of equipage, and all the glittering emblems of wealth, that smite his heart, and break his spirit. It is the petty subterfuge he is reduced to, that galls him — it is the sense of struggle between his circumstances and his conscience — ^between what he does, and what he feels. It is true, Kate knew not these things, but yet she had before her the results of them too palpably to be mistaken. Sir Archibald was the only one on whom reverse of fortune had not brought carelessness and coarseness of manner. He seemed, both in dress and demeanour, little changed from what she remembered him years before ; nor had time, apparently, fallen on him with heavier impress in other respects. What was Herbert like ? was the question ever rising to her mind, but with little hope that the answer would prove satisfactory. "While Kate O'Donoghue was thus pondering over the characters of those with whom she was now to live, they, on the other hand, were exerting themselves to the utmost to restore some semblance of its an- cient comfort to the long-neglected dwelling. A blazing fire of bog deal was lighted in the old hall, whose mellow glare glanced along the dark oak wainscot, and threw a rich glow along the corridor itself, to the very door of the tower. In the great chamber, where they sat, many articles of furniture, long disused and half forgotten, were now collected, giving, even by their number, a look of increased comfort to the roomy apartment. Nor were such articles of ornament as they posr sessed forgotten. The few pictures which had escaped the wreck of damp and time were placed upon the walls, and a small miniature of Kate, as a child — a poor performance enough — was hung up over the chimney, as it were to honour her, whose presence these humble prepa- rations were made to celebrate. Sir Archy, too, as eager in these ar- rangements as Mark himself, had brought several books and illustrated volumes from his chamber to scatter upon the tables ; while, as if for a shrine for the deity of the place, a little table of most elaborate mar- quetrie, and a richly-carved chair beside the fire, designated the place Kate was to occupy as her own, and to mark which, he had culled th^ very gems of his collection. 112 THE O'DONOGnVE. It is scarcely possible to conceive, how completely even a few trifling objects like these can change the " morale" of a chamber — how that, which before seemed cumbrous, sad, and dispiriting, becomes at once lightsome and pleasant-looking. But so it is : the things which speak of human thought and feehng appeal to a very di£ferent sense from those which merely minister to material comfort ; and we accept the presence of a single book, a print, or drawing, as an evidence that mental ahment has not been forgotten. If the changes here spoken of gave a very different air and seeming to the old tower, Kate*s own presence there completed the magic of the transformation. Dressed in black silk, and wearing a profusion of lace of the same colour — for her costume had been adapted to a very diffe- rent sphere — she took her place in the family circle, diffusing around her a look of refinement and elegance, and making of that sombre chamber a spacious " salon." Her guitar, her embroidery, her old- fashioned writing-desk, inlaid with silver, caught the eye as it wandered about the room, and told of womanly graces and accompUshments, so foreign to the rude emblems of the chase and the field, henceforth to be banished to the old entrance hall. The O'Donoghue himself felt the influence of the young girl's pre- sence, and e\ddenced, in his altered dress and demeanour, the respect he desired to show ; while Mark took from his scanty wardrobe the only garment he possessed above the rank of a shooting jacket, and entered the room with a half-bashful, half-sullen air, as though angry and ashamed with himself for even so much compliance with the world's usages. Although Kate was quick-sighted enough to see that these changes were caused on her account, her native tact prevented her from showing that knowledge, and made her receive their attentions with that happy blending of courtesy and familiarity, so fascinating from a young and pretty woman. The dinner — and it was a " chef-d'ceuvre" on the part of Mrs. Branagan — passed off most pleasantly. The fear her coming had excited now gave way to the dehglit her presence conferred. They felt as if they had done her an injustice in their judgment, and has- tened to make every "amende" for their unfair opinion. Never, for years long, had the O'Donoghue been so happy. The cold and cheerless chamber was once more warmed into a home. The fire beside which he had so often brooded in sadness, was now the pleasant hearth, sur rounded by cheery faces. Memories of the past, soothing through all their sorrow, flowed in upon his mind, as he sat and gazed at her in tranquil ecstacy. Sir Archibald, too, felt a return to his former adf^ THE 0*DONOGHUE. 143 in the tone of good breeding her presence diffdsed, and evinced, by the attentive politeness of his manner, how happy he was to recur once mQve. to the observances which he remembered with so much affection, associated, as they were, with the brightest period of his Hfe. As for Mark, although less an actor than the others in the scene, the effect upon him was not less striking. All his assumed apathy gave way as he listened to her descriptions of foreign society, and the habits of those she had lived amongst. The ringing melody of her voice, the brilHant sparkle of her dark eyes, the graceful elegance of gesture — the French woman's prerogative — threw over him their charm, a fascination never experienced befote ; and although a dark dread would now and then steal across his mind. How was a creature, beautiful and gifted like this, to lead the life of dreariness and gloom their days were passed in ? — the tender feeling of affection she shewed his father, the fondness with which she dwelt on every little incident of her childhood — every little detail of the mountain scenery — showed a spirit which well might harmonise with a home, even humble as theirs, and pleasures as uncostly and as simple. "Oh ! if she grow not weary of us !" was the heart-uttered sentence each moment as he listened ; and, in the very anxiety of the doubt, the ecstacy of enjoyment was heightened. To purchase this boon, there was nothing he would not dare. To think that as he trod the glens, or followed the wild deer along some cragged and broken mountain gorge, a home like this ever awaited him, was a picture of happiness too bright and dazzling to look upon. " Now, then, ' ma belle,' " said Sir Archibald, as he rose from his seat, and, with an air of gallantry that might have done credit to Versailles of old, threw the ribbon of her guitar over her neck—" now for your promise — that little romance ye spoke of." " Willingly, dear uncle," replied she, striking the chords as a kind of prelude. " Shall I sing you one of our convent hymns ? — or will you have the romance ?" " It is no' fair to tempt one in a choice," said M'Nab, slyly; "but sin' ye say so, I must hear baith before I decide." " Your own favourite, the first," said she, smiling, and began the little chanson of the " Garde Ecossaise," the song of the exiled nobles in the service of France, so dear to every Scotchman's heart. "While the melody described the gathering of the clans in the moun- tains, to take leave of their departing kinsmen, the measured tramp of the music, and the wild ringing of the pibroch, the old chieftain's face ht up, and his eye glared with the fierce fire of native pride ; but when the moment of leave-taking arrived, and the heart-rending cry of "Fare- 144 well I" broke from his deserted, the eye became glazed and filmy, and with a hand tremulous from emotion, he stopped the singer. " Na, na, Kate ; I canna bear that, the noo. Ye ha'e smote the rock too suddenly, lassie ;" and the tears rolled hea^ily down his seared cheeks. *' You must let me finish uncle, said she, disengaging her hand; and at the instant, sweeping the chord with a bold and vigorous finger, she broke into a splendid and chivalrous description of the Scot- tish valour in the service of France, every line swelling with their proud achievements, as foremost they marched to battle. To this succeeded the crash and turmoil of the fray, the ringing cheers of the plaided warriors mingling with the war-cries of the Gaul, till, in a burst of triumph and victory, the song concluded. Then, the old man sprang from his chair, and threw his arms around her in a transport, as he cried — "It's a mercifu' thing, lassie, ye did na' live fifty years ago: by my saul, there's nae saying how many a brave fellow the like o' that had laid low!" , " If that be one of the hymns you spoke of, Kate," said the O'Donoghue, smiling, "I fancy Mark would have no objection to be a nun ; but where is he ? — he has left the room." " I hope there was nothing in my song he disliked ?" asked she, timidly ; but before there was time for an answer the door opened, and Mark appeared with Herbert in his arms. "There!" said he, laying him gently on the sofa; "if cousin Kate will only sing that once more, I'll answer for it, it will save you a fort- night in your recovery." Kate knelt down beside the sick boy, and kissed him tenderly ; while he, poor fellow, scarce daring to beheve in the reality of all be- fore him, played with the long tangles of her silky hair, and gazed on her in silence. " We maun be cautious, Mark," whispered M'Nab, carefully ; but Mark had no ears nor eyes save for her who now sat beside his brother, and in a low soft voice breathed her affectionate greetings to him. In this way passed the first evening of her coming — a night whose fascination dwelt deep in every heart, and made each dreamer biest. THE o'dONOGUUB. 145 CHAPTER XVIII. "A HASTT PLEDG E." While these things were happening within the ruined castle of the O'Donoghue, a guest, equally unexpected as theirs, had arrived at " the Lodge." Frederick Travers, delayed in Bristol by contrary winds, had come over in the same packet with Kate ; but without being able either to learn her name, or whither she was going. His unlooked for appearance at " the Lodge," was a most welcome surprise both to Sir Marmaduke and Sybella ; and as he did not desire to avow the real object of his coming, it was regarded by them as the most signal proof of affection. They well knew how much London hfe engrossed him — how completely its peculiar habits and haunts possessed attractions for him — and with what a depreciating estimate he looked down on every part of the globe, save that consecrated to the fashionable follies and amusements of his own set. He was not, in reality, insensible to other and better influences j his affection for his father and sister was unbounded ; he had a bold, manl^ spirit, unalloyed with any thing mean or sordid ; a generous, candid nature, and ; straightforward earnestness of purpose, that often carried him farther by impulse, than he was followed by his convictions. Still a conventional cant, a tone of disparaging, half-contemptuous in- difference to every thing which characterized his associates, had already infected him ; and he felt ashamed to confess to those sentiments and opinions, to possess and to act upon which should have been his dearest pride. " Well, Fred," said Sybella, as they drew around the fire after dinner, in that happy home circle so suggestive of enjoyment, " let us heat what you thought of the scenery. Is not Glenflesk fine ?" " Matlock on a larger scale," said he coolly. " Less timber and more rocks." " Matlock ! dear friend. You might as well compare Keim-an-eigli with Holborn — you are only jesting." ** Compare what ? Repeat that droll name, I beg of you." ** Keim-an-eigh. It is a mountain pass quite close to us here.'* •* Admirably done ! Why, Sybella dear, I shall not be surprise L 146 THE o'donoghtje. see you take to the red petticoat and bare-feet soon. You have indoc- trinated yourself wonderfully since your arrival." " I Hke the people with all my heart, Fred,'* said she artlessly . " and if I could imitate many of their traits of forbearance and long- suffering patience by following their costume, I promise you I*d don the scarlet.'* "Ay, Fred," said Sir Marmaduke, with a sententious gravity, " they don't know these Irish at all at our side of the water. They mistake them totally. They only want teaching, a little example — a httle encouragement — that's all : and they are as docile and tractable as possible. I'll show you to-morrow what improvements a few months have effected. I'll bring you over a part of the estate, where there was not a hovel fit for a dog, and you shall see what comfortable dweUings they have. We hear nothing in England but the old songs about popery, and superstition, and all that. Why, my dear Fred, these people don't care a straw for the priest — they'd be any thing I asked them." " DeviHsh high principled that, any way," said Fred, drily. " I didn't exactly mean that ; at least in the sense you take it. I was about to say, that such is their confidence, such their gratitude to the landlord, that — that " " That in short they'd become Turks, for an abatement in the rent. Well, Sybella dear, is this one of the traits you are so anxious to imitate ?" ** Why will you misunderstand, Fred ?" said Sybella imploringly. " Cannot you see that gratitude may lead an uninstructed people far beyond the limits of reason — ^my father is so good to them." " With all my heart — I have not the slightest objection in life ; indeed I'm not sure, if all the estate be like what I passed through this afternoon, if rm/ generosity wouldn't go farther, and, instead of reducing the rent, make them an honest present of the fee simple." " Foolish boy!" said Sir Marmaduke, half angrily, " There are forty thousand acres of reclaimable land " "Which might bear crops, Anno Domini 3095." " There are mines of inexhaustible wealth. " " And would cost such to work them, sir, no doubt. Come, come, fether — Hemsworth has passed a life among these people. He knows more than we do, or ever shall. " I tell you, sir," said Sir Marmaduke, nettled by such a sarcasm on his powers of observation, " I know them perfectly — I can read them ike a book. They are a guildess, simple-minded, confiding people — ^you THE O'dONOGIIUE. H7 may see every thought they have in their countenances. They only need the commonest offices of kindness to attach them ; and, as for po- litical or religious leanings, I have questioned them pretty closely, and, without a single exception, have heard nothing hut sentiments of loyalty and attachment to the church." " Well, I only hope you don't mean to prolong your stay here. I'm sure you have done enough for any ordinary call of conscience, and, if you have not, set about it in right earnest — convert the tens into hundreds — make them all as comfortable as possible — and then, in heaven's name, get back again to England. There is no earthly reason why you should pass your time here ; and as for Sybella " " Don't include me, Fred, in your reasons for departure. I never was so happy in my life." *' There, boy — there's an example for you; and if you need another, here am I, ready to confess the same thing. I don't mean that there are not little dampers and difficulties. There's that fool about the mill- wheel, and that fellow that persists in dragging the river with a net ;" and so he muttered on for some minutes beneath his teeth, to the evi- dent enjoyment of Fred, whose quivering lip and laughing eye told how he appreciated the confficting evidence memory was eliciting. Thus, for some time, the conversation continued, until Miss Travers retired for the night. Then, Sir Marmaduke drew his chair closer to his son's, and, in an earnest manner, related the whole circumstance of Sybella' s escape from the mountain torrent — dwelling with grateful elo- quence on the young O'Donoghue's heroism in coming to her rescue. " The youth has narrowly escaped with his life. The doctor, who left this but a few hours ago, said * he never witnessed a more dangerous case than the symptoms at one time presented.' He is well, however, now — the risk is past — and I want your aid, Fred, to devise some suit- able mode of evincing our gratitude.' " These O'Donoghues are your tenants — are they not ?" asked the young man. " Yes, they are tenants ; but on that score we must not say much in their favour. "Wylie tells me that they have been at feud with Hems- worth for years past — they neither pay rent, nor will they surrender possession. The whole thing is a difficult matter to understand ; first of all, there is a mortgage " ^ There, there, my dear father, don't puzzle my brain and your own with a statement we'll never get to the end of. The point I want to learn is, they are your tenants '* "Yes, at least for part of the land they occupy. There is a dispute 148 THE o'donoghue. about another portion ; but I believe Hemsworth has got the Attorney- General's opinion, that their case cannot stand." " Tush — never mind the Attorney-General. Give up the question at issue ; send him, or his father, or whoever it is, the receipt for the rent due, and take care Hemsworth does not molest him in future." " But you don't see, boy, what we are doing. We hope to obtain the whole of the Ballyvourney property — that is part of our plan ; the tenants there are in a state of absolute misery and starvation." *' Then, in God's name, give them plenty to eat ; it doesn't signify much, I suppose, whose tenantry they are, when they're hungry." The old gentleman was scarcely prepared for such an extended basis for his philanthropy, and, for a moment or two, seemed quite dumb- founded by his son's proposition, while Fred continued — " If I under- stand the matter, it lies thus : you owe a debt of gratitude which you are desirous to acquit — you don't care to pay highly." " On the contrary, I am quite willing," interposed Sir Marmaduke ; " but let the price be one, which shall realize a benefit equivalent to its amount. If I assure these people in the possession of their land, what security have I, that they will not continue, as of old, the same useless, wasteful, spendthrift set they ever were — presenting the worst possible example to the other tenants, and marring the whole force of the lesson I am endeavouring to inculcate ?" " That, I take it, is more their affair than i/ours, after all," said Fred ; " you are not to confer the boon, and allocate its advantages afterwards — but come, what kind of people are they?" "Oh! a species of half-gentry, half-farmer set, I believe — ^proud as they are poor — deeming themselves, as O'Donoghues, at least our equals ; but hving, as I believe, in every kind of privation." " Very well ; sit down there, and let me have a check on your banker for five hundred pounds, and leave the affair to me." " But you mistake, Fred, they are as haughty as Lucifer." " Just leave it to me, sir : I fancy I know something of the world by this time. It may require more money, but the result I will answer for." Sir Marmaduke' s confidence in his son's tact and wordly skill was one of the articles of his faith, and he sat down at the table and wrote the order on the bank at once. " Here Fred," said he ; " I only beg of you to remember, that the way to express the grateful sense I entertain of this boy's conduct is not by wounding the susceptibilities of his feelings ; and if they be above the class of farmers, which I really cannot ascer- tain, your steps must demand all your caution." ** I hope, sir," said Fred with some vanity in the tone, " that I THE o'donoghue. 149 have never made you blush for my awkwardness, and I don't intend to do so now. I promise for the success of my negociation j but I must not say a word more of how I mean to obtain it." Sir Marmaduke was very far from feehng satisfied with himself for having even so far encouraged a plan, that his own bUnd confidence in his son's cleverness had for a moment entrapped him into ; he would gladly have withdrawn his consent, but old experience taught him that Fred was never completely convinced he was right, until he met oppo- sition to his opinion. So he parted with him for the night, hoping that sleep might suggest a wiser counsel and a clearer head ; and that being left free to act, he might possibly feel a doubt as to the correct- ness of his own judgment. As for Fred, no sooner was he alone than he began to regret the pledge his precipitancy had carried him into. What were the nature of the advances he was to make — how to open the negociation, in a quarter the habits and prejudices of which he was utterly ignorant of, he had not the most vague conception; and, as he sought his chamber, he had half persuaded himself to the conviction, that the safest, and the most honest course, after all, would be to avow in the morn- ing that he had overstated his diplomatic abilities, and fairly abandon a task, to which he saw himself inadequate. These were his last sleep- 11 g thoughts; for his waking resolves, we must enter upon another chapter. 150 TBB o'dONOGHUB. CHAPTER XIX. "▲ DIPLOMATIST DEFEAXID." If Frederick Travers went to sleep at night with very considerable doubts, as to the practicability of his plana regarding the O'Donoghues, his waking thoughts were very far from re-assuring him, and he heartily wished he had never engaged in the enterprize. Now, however, his honour was in a manner pledged ; he had spoken so confidently of success, there was nothing for it but to go forward, and endeavour, as as well he might, to redeem his promise. At the time we speak of, military men never for a moment divested themselves of the emblems of their career; the uniform and the sword, the plumed hat and the high boot, formed a costume not to be worn at certain periods and laid aside at others, but was their daily dress, varying merely in the degree of full or half dress, as the occa- sion warranted. There was no affectation of the happy freedom of " Mufti" — no pretended enjoyment of the incognito of a black coat and round hat ; on the contrary, the king's livery was borne with a pride which, erring on the opposite side, suggested a degree of assump- tion and conscious importance in the wearer, which more or less sepa- rated the soldier from the civilian in bearing, and gradually originated a feeling of soreness on the part of the more humbly clad citizen towards the more favoured order. A certain haughty, overbearing tone of manner, was then popular in the army, and particularly in those regiments which boasted of an un- alloyed nobility among the officers. If they assumed an air of supe- riority to the rest of the service, so much the more did they look down upon the mere civilian, whom they considered as belonging to a very subordinate class and order of mankind. To mark the sense of this difference of condition in a hundred little ways, and by a hundred petty observances, was part of a military education, and became a more un- erring test of the soldier in society, than even the cockade and the cross-belt. To suppose that such a Hue of conduct should not have in- spired those against whom it was directed with a feeling of counter hatred, would be to disbelieve in human nature. The civilian, indeed. THE o'dONOGHUE. 151 reciprocated with dislike the soldier's insolence, and, in their estrange- ment from each other, the breach grew gradually wider — the domi- nant tyranny of the one, and the base-born vulgarity of the other, being themes each loved to dilate upon without ceasing. Now, this consciousness of superiority, so far from relieving Frederick Travers of any portion of the difficulty of his task, increased it ten- fold. He knew and felt he was stooping to a most unwarrantable piece of condescension in seeking these people at all ; and although he trusted firmly that his aristocratic friends were very unlikely to hear of proceedings in a quarter so remote and unvisited, yet how he should answer to his own heart for such a course, was another and a far more puzzling matter. He resolved, then, in the true spirit of his order, to give his conduct aU the parade of a most condescending act, to let them see plainly, how immeasurably low he had voluntarily descended to meet them ; and to this end he attired himself in his full field uniform, and with as scrupulous a care as though the occasion were a review before his Majesty. His costume of scarlet coat, with blue velvet facings, separating at the breast, so as to show a vest of white kersey- mere, trimmed with a gold border — his breeches of the same colour and material, met at the knee by the high and polished boot, needed but the addition of his cocked hat, fringed with an edging of ostrich feathers, to set off a figure of singular elegance and symmetry. The young men of the day were just beginning to dispense with hair powder, and Fred wore his rich brown locks, long and floating, in the new mode — a fashion which well became him, and served to soften down the some- what haughty carriage of his head. There was an air of freedom, an absence of restraint, in the military costume of the period, which cer- tainly contributed to increase the advantages of a naturally good-looking man, in the same way as the present stiff, Prussian mode of dress, will, assuredly, conceal many defects in mould and form among less-favoured individuals. The loosely-falling flaps of the waistcoat — the deep hang- ing cuffs of the coat — the easy folds of the long skirt — gave a cha- racter of courtliness to uniform which, to our eye, it at present is very far from possessing. In fact, the graceful carriage and courteous de- meanour of the drawing-room, suffered no impediment from the pillory of a modern stock, or the rigid inflexibiUty of a coat strained almost to bursting. "Are you on duty, Fred?" said Sir Marmaduke, laughing, as his son entered the breakfast-room, thus carefully attired. " Yes, sir ; I am preparing for my mission ; and it would ill become an ambassador to dehver his credentials in undress." •/62 THE o'donoghue. ** To what court are you then accredited ?'*.► said Sybella, laughing. " His Majesty, The O'Donoghue," interposed his father ; ** King of Glenflesk, Baron of Inchigeela, Lord Protector of — of half the black- guards in the county, I verily beUeve," added he, in a more natural key. " Are you really going to Carrig-na-curra, Fred ?" asked Miss Travers, hurriedly ; "are you going to visit our neighbours ?" " I'll not venture to say that such is the place, much less pretend to pronounce it after you, my dear sister, but I am about to wait on these worthy people, and, if they will permit me, have a peep at the interior of their stockade or wigwam, whichever it be." " It must have been a very grand thing in its day : that old castle has some fine features about it yet," replied she calmly. " Like Windsor, I suppose," said Fred as he replied to her, and then complacently glanced at the well-fitting boot which ornamented his leg. •* They'll not be over-ceremonious, I hope, about according me an audience." "Not in the forenoon, I believe," said Sir Marmaduke drily; for he was recalling the description old Roach had given him of his own re- ception by Kerry O'Leary, and which circumstance, by-the-by, figured somewhat ostentatiously in his charge to the old baronet. "Oh, then, they receive early," resumed Fred; "the old French style — the * petit levee du roi' — before ten o'clock. Another cup of tea, Sybella, and then I must look after a horse. " I have given orders already on that score. I flatter myself you'll rather approve of my stud ; for, amongst the incongruities of Ireland, I have fallen upon an honest horse-dealer." " Indeed !" said the young man, with more interest than he had yet shown in the conversation ; " I must cultivate that fellow, one might exhibit him with great success in London." " Unquestionably, Fred, he is a curiosity ; for while he is a perfect simpleton, about the value of an animal ; an easy-tempered, good-natured, soft fellow — ^with respect to knowledge of a horse, his points, his performance, and his soundness, I never saw his equal." " I'll give him a commission to get me two chargers," said Fred, dehghted at the prospect of deriving so much benefit from his Irish journey. "What makes you look so serious, Sybella?" " Was I so, Fred? I scarcely know — perhaps I was regretting," added she archly, " that there were no ladies at Carrig-na-curra to admire so very smart a cavalier." Frederick coloured slightly and endeavoured to laugh, but the con- THE o'donoghue. 153 sciousness that his " bravery" of costume was somewhat out of place, worried him and he made no reply." *' You'll not be long, Fred," said his father, I shall want you to take a walk with me to the lake." " No, Fred — don't stay long away j it is not above two miles from this at farthest.'* " Had I not better send a guide with you?" " No, no ; if the place be larger than a mud hovel, I cannot mistake it. So here comes our steed. Well, I own, he is the best thing I've yet seen in these parts ;" and the youth opened the window, and stepped out to approach the animal. He was, indeed, a very creditable speci- men of Lanty's taste in horse-flesh — the model of a compact and powerfully-built cob horse. " A hundred guineas, eh ?" said Fred, in a tone of question. " Sixty — not a pound more," said the old man in conscious pride. *'The fellow said but fifty ; I added ten on my own account.'* Frederick mounted the cob, and rode him across the grass, with that quiet hand and steady seat which bespeaks the judgment of tne called upon to be critical. '* A little, a very little over-done in the mouthing, but his action perfect," said he, as he returned to the window, and iield the animal in an attitude to exhibit his fine symmetry to advantage. *' The prince has a passion for a horse of this class; I hope you have not become attached to him ?" " His Royal Highness shall have him at once, Fred, if he will honour you by accepting him." And as he spoke, he laid a stress on the yow, to evince the pleasure he anticipated in the present being made by Frederick, and not himself. "Now, then, with God and St. George!" cried Fred, laughingly, as he waved an adieu with his plumed hat, and cantered easily towards the high road. It was a clear and frosty day in December, with a blue sky above, and all below bright and glittering in a thin atmosphere. The lake, clear as crystal, reflected every cliff and crag upon the mountain — while each island on its surface was defined with a crisp sharpness of outline, scarce less beautiful than in the waving foliage of summer. The many- coloured heaths, too, shone in hues more bright and varied, than usual in our humid chmate ; and the voices which broke the silence, heard from long distances away, came mellowed and softened in their tones, and harmonized well with the solitary grandeur of the scene. Nor was Frederick Travers insensible to its influence ; the height of those bold mountains — their wild and fanciful outlines — the sweeping glens that 154 THE o'donoghue. wound along their bases — the wayward stream that flowed through the deep valleys, and, as if in sportiveness, serpentined their course, were features of scenery he had not witnessed before ; while the perfect so- Htude awed and appalled him. He had not ridden long, when the tall towers of the old castle of Carrig-na-curra caught his eye, standing proudly on the bold mass of rock above the road. The unseemly adjunct of farm-house and stables were lost to view at such a distance, or blended with the general mass of building, so that the whole gave the impression of extent and pre- tension to a degree he was by no means prepared for. These features, however, gradually diminished as he drew nearer ; the highly-pitched roof, pierced with narrow windows, patched and broken — the crumbling battlements of the towers themselves — the ruinous dilapidation of the outer buildings, disenchanted the spectator of his first more favourable opinion; until at length, as he surveyed the incongruous and misshapen pile, with its dreary mountain back-ground, he wondered how, at any point of view, he should have deemed it other than the gloomy abode it seemed at that moment. The only figure Frederick Travers had seen, as he rode along, was that of a man carrjdng a gun in his hand, in a dress somewhat like a game- keeper's, who, at some short distance from the road, moved actively across the fields, springing lightly from hillock to hillock with the step of a practised mountain walker, and seemingly regardless of the weight of a burden which he carried on one shoulder : so rapidly did he move, that Frederick found it difficult to keep pace with him, as the road was deeply cut up, and far from safe for horse travel. Curious to make out what he carried, Travers spurred eagerly forward ; and, at last, but not without an effort, came within hail of him at the iron-barred gate which formed the outer entrance to the castle from the high road. The burden was now easily seen, and at once suggested to Frederick's mind the reason of the bearer's haste. It was a young buck, just killed ; the blood still trickled from the wound in its skull. " Leave that gate open, my good fellow," cried Frederick, in a voice of command, as the other pushed the frail portal wide, and let it fall back heavily to its place again — " Do you hear me? — Cleave it open." **We always leap it when mounted," was the cool reply, as the speaker turned his head round, and then, without deigning either another word or look, continued his way up the steep ascent. Travers felt the rude taunt sorely, and would have given much to be near him who uttered it ; but, whether disdaining to follow a counsel thus insolently conveyed, or, it might be, not over-confident of his horse, THE o'donoghue. 155 lie dismounted, and, flinging wide the gate, rode quickly up the cause- way — not, however, in time to overtake the other ; for, although the way was enclosed by walls on both sides, he had disappeared already, but in what manner, and how, it seemed impossible to say. " My father has omitted poaching, it would seem, in his catalogue of Irish virtues," muttered the young man, as he rode through the arched keep, and halted at the chief entrance to the house. The door lay open, displaying the cheerful blaze of a pine-wood fire, that burned briskly within the ample chimney, in the keen air of a frosty morning. *' I see I shall have my ride for my pains," was Fred's reflection as he passed into the wide hall, and beheld the old weapons and hunting spoils arranged around the walls. " These people affect chieftainship, and go hungry to bed, to dream of fourteen quarterings. Be it so. I shall see the old rookery at all events ;" and, so saying, he gave a vi- gorous pull at the old bell, which answered loudly in its own person, and, also, by a deep howl from the aged fox-hound, then lying at the fire in the drawing-room. These sounds soon died away, and a silence deep and unbroken as before succeeded. A second time, and a third, Travers repeated his summons, but without any difference of result, save that the dog no longer gave tongue ; — it seemed as if he were be- coming reconciled to the disturbance, as one that needed no farther at- tention from him. " I must explore for myself," thought Fred, and so, attaching his horse to the massive ring by which a chain used once to be sus- pended across the portal, he entered the house. Walking leisurely for- ward, he gained the long corridor j for a second or two he was uncer- tain how to proceed, when a gleam of light from the half-open door in the tower led him onward. As he drew near he heard the deep tones of a man's voice recounting, as it seemed, some story of the chase ; the last words, at least, were — " I fired but one shot — the herd is wild enough already." Travers pushed wide the door, and entered ; as he did so, he involuntarily halted ; the evidences of habits and tastes he was not prepared for, suddenly rebuked his unannounced approach, and he would gladly have retreated, were it now practicable. " Well, sir," said the same voice he heard before, and from a young man, who leaned with one arm on the chimney-piece, and with the other Hand held his gun, while he appeared as if he had been conversing with a pale and sickly youth, propped and pillowed in a deep arm-chair. They were the only occupants of the room. "Well, sir, it would seem you have made a mistake j the inn is lower down the glen — you'll see a sign over the door-way," 156 THE o'donoghue. The look which accompanied this insolent speech recalled at once to Frederick's mind the same figure he had seen in the glen; and, stung by impertinence from such a quarter, he replied — " Have no fear, young fellow ; you may poach every acre for twenty miles round — I have not tracked you on that score." "Poach! — tracked me!" reiterated Mark O'Donoghue, for it is needless to say it was he ; and then, as if the ludicrous were even stronger in his mind than mere passion, he burst into a rude laugh ; while the sick boy's pale face grew a deep crimson, as, with faltering accents, he said — " You must be a stranger here, sir, I fancy." " I am so," said Travers mildly and yielding at once to the respect ever due to suffering ; " my name is Travers. I have come over here to enquire after a young gentleman who saved my sister's life." "Then you've tracked him well," interposed Mark, with an emphasis on the word. " Here he is." " Will you not sit down," said Herbert, motioning vdtK his wasted hand to a seat. Frederick took his place beside the boy at once and said — " We owe you, sir, the deepest debt of gratitude it has ever been our fortune to incur ; and if anything could enhance the obligation, it has been the heroism, the personal daring " " Hold there," said Mark, .sternly. "It's not our custom here to listen to compliments on our courage — we are O'Donoghues." " This young gentleman's daring was no common one," answered Travers, as if stung by the taunt. " My brother will scarce feel flattered by your telling him so," was Mark's haughty answer ; and for some seconds Frederick knew not how to resume the conversation ; at last, turning to Herbert, he said — "May I hope that, without offending you, we maybe permitted in some shape to express the sentiment I speak of; it is a debt which cannot be requited ; let us at least have some evidence that we ac- knowledge it." " It is the more like some of our own," broke in Mark with a fierce laugh ; "we have parchments enough, but we never pay. Your father's agent could tell you that." Frederick gave no seeming attention to this speech, but went on — " When I say there is nothing in our power we would deem enough, I but express the feelings of my father and myself." " There, there," cried Mark, preventing Herbert who was about to reply, " you've said far more than was needed for a wet jacket and a THE o'donoghue. -.57 few weeks' low diet. Let us have a word about the poachii>g you spoke of." His fixed and steady stare — the rigid brow, by which these words were accx)mpanied, at once proclaimed the intention of one who sought repa- ration for an insult, and so instantly did they convey the sentiment, that Traversj in a second, forgot all about his mission, and, starting to his feet, replied in a whisper, audible but to Mark — " True, it was a very hazardous guess ; but when, in England, we meet with a fustian jacket and a broken beaver, in company with a gun and a game-bag, we have little risk in pronouncing the owner a game-keeper or a poacher." Mark struck his gun against the ground with such violence as shivered the stock from the barrel, while he grasped the corner of the chimney-piece convulsively with the other hand. It seemed as if passion had actually paralysed him : as he stood thus, the door opened, and Kate O'Donoghue entered. She was dressed in the becoming half-toilette of the morning, and wore on her head one of those caps of blue velvet, em- broidered in silver, which are so popular among the peasantry of Rhenish. Germany. The light airiness of her step as she came forward, uncon- scious of a stranger's presence, displayed her figure in its most graceful character. Suddenly her eyes fell upon Frederick Travers, she stopped and courtesied low to him, while he, thunderstruck with amazement at re- cognizing his fellow traveller so unexpectedly, could scarcely return her salute with becoming courtesy. "Mr. Travers," said Herbert, after waiting in vain for Mark to speak; " Mr. Travers has been kind enough to come and enquire after me. Miss O'Donoghue, sir ;" and the boy, with much bashfulness, essayed in some sort the ceremony of introduction. " My cousin, Mr. Mark O'Donoghue," said Kate, with a graceful movement of her hand towards Mark, whose attitude led her to suppose he was not known to Travers. " I have had the honour of presenting .myself already," said Frederick, bowing ; but Mark responded not to the inchnation, but stood still with bent brow and clenched lip, seemingly unconscious of all around him, while Kate seated herself, and motioned to Travers to resume his place. She felt how necessary it was she should atone, by her manner, for the strange rudeness of her cousin's ; and her mind being now relieved of the fear which first struck her, that Frederick's visit might be intended for herself, she launched freely and pleasantly into conversation, recurring to the incidents of the late journey, and the fellow-travellers they had met with. ISB THE o'dONOGHTJE. If Kate was not sorry to learn that "the Lodge* was tenanted by persons of such condition and class, as might make them agreeable neighbours, Travers, on the other hand, was overjoyed at discovering one of such attractions within an easy visiting distance, while Herbert sat by, wondering how persons, so little known to each other, could have no many things to say, and so many topics which seemed mutually inte- resting. For so it is ; they who are ignorant of the world and its habits, can scarcely credit the great extent of those generahties which form food for daily intercourse — nor with what apparent interest people can play the game of life, with but counterfeit coinage. He listened at first with astonishment, and afterwards with delight, to the pleasant flip- pancy of each, as in turn they discussed scenes, and pleasures, and people, of whom he never so much as heard. The " gentillesse" of French manner — would that we had a name for the thing in English — imparted to Kate's conversation a graceful ease our more reserved habits rarely permit ; and while ui her costume and her carriage there was a certain coquetry discernible, not a particle of affectation pervaded either her opinions or expressions. Travers, long accustomed to the best society of London, had yet seen scarcely anything of the fascina- tion of foreign agreeability, aud yielded himself so insensibly to its charm, that an hour slipped away unconsciously, and he totally forgot the great object of his visit, and lost all recollection of the luckless animal he had attached to the door ring — luckless, indeed, for already a heavy snow-drift was falling, and the day had assumed all the appear- ance of severe winter. " You cannot go now, sir," said Herbert, as Frederick rose to take his leave ; — " there's a heavy snow-storm without ;" for the boy was so interested in all he heard, he could not endure the thought of his departure. *' Oh ! it's nothing," said Travers, lightly. " There's an old adage — * Snow should not scare a soldier.* " " There's another proverb in the French service," said Kate, laugh- ing, as she pointed to the blazing hearth — " * Le soldat ne tourne pas son dos an feu.' " " I accept the augury," cried Frederick, laughing heartily at the witty misapplication of the phrase, and resumed his seat once more. " Cousin Kate plays chess," said Herbert, in his anxiety to suggest a plausible pretext for delaying Frederick's departure. "And I am passionately fond of the game ; would you favour me so far V* " "With pleasure," said she smihng ; " I only ask one condition, ' point de grace' — no giving back — the O'Donoghues never take or give (2^/ THE o'dONOGHVE. l^ quarter — ^isn't that so, Mark? Oh! he's gone," and now for the first time it was remarked that he had left the apartment. In a few moments after, they had drawn the Httle marquetrie tahle close to the fire, and were deeply interested in the game. At first, each party played with a seeming attention, which certainly imposed on Herbert, who sat eagerly watching the progress of the game. Frederick Travers was, however, far more occupied in observing his antagonist than in the disposition of his rooks and pawns. While she, soon perceiving his inattention, half suspected that he did not deem her an enemy worth exerting his skill upon, and thus, partly in pique, she bestowed more watchfulness than at first. " So, Mademoiselle," cried Travers at length, recurring to his game, "I perceive you have only permitted me to advance thus far, to cut oft my retreat for ever. How am I to save myself now V '• It's hard to say. Sir Captain. It's the old tactique of Celts and Saxons on both sides; you would advance into the heart of the enemy's country, and as, unhappily, the men in ivory are truer than the natives were here, and won't take bribes to fight against their fellows, you must e'en stand or fall by your own deservings." " Come, then, the bold policy for ever. Check." " And you lose your castle." "And you your bishop !" " We must avenge the church, sir. Take care of your queen." " *Parbleu,' Mademoiselle, you are a fierce foe. What say you, if we draw the battle?" " No, no, cousin Kate ; continue, and you win it.** <'Be it so. And now for my turn," said Travers, who was really a first-rate player, and at length began to feel interested in the result. The move he made exhibited so much of skill, that Kate foresaw that the fortune of the day was about to change. She leaned her brow upon her hand, and deliberated long on the move ; and at length, lifting hur head, she said — " I should like much to beat you — ^but in fair fight, remember — no courtesy nor favour." " I can spare neither," said Travers, smiling. " Then, defeat is no dishonour. There's my move." " And mine," cried Fred, as rapidly. " What prevents my taking you ? I see nothing." " Nor I either," said he, half chagrined, for his move was an oversight. *' You are too proud to ask quarter— of course, you are — or I should say, take it back." 1(60 THE O'OONOGHUE. " No, Kate, no," whispered Herbert, whose excitement was at tHe highest. " I must abide my fortune," said Frederick, bowing ; ** and the more calmly, as I have won the game.** " Won the game ! How ? — ^where V* "Check!" " How tauntingly he says it now," said Kate, while her eyes sparkled brilliantly. " There is too much of the conqueror in all that." Frederick's glance met hers at the instant, and her cheek coloured deeply. Who knows the source of such emotions, or of how much pleasure and pain they are made up ! " And yet, I have not won," said he, in a low voice. " Then, be it a drawn battle," said Kate. " You can afford to be generous, and I can't bear being beaten — that's the truth of it." " If I could but win !" muttered Travers, as he rose from the table ; and whether she overheard the words, and that they conveyed more than a mere allusion to the game, she turned hastily away, and ap- proached the window. " Is that snow-ball your horse. Captain Travers ?" said she, with a wicked smile. "My father's favourite cob, by Jove P exclaimed Frederick ; and, as if suddenly aroused to the memory of his lengthy visit, made his ' adieus' with more confusion than was exactly suitable to a fashionable Guards- man — and departed. " I hke him," said Herbert, as he looked out of tlie window after him. " Don't you, cousin Kate ?'* But cousin Kate did not reply. THE O^DONOGHUB. 161 CHAPTER XX. TBHPTATION IN \ WEAK HOUR, When Mark O'Donoghue left the room, his passion had become almost ungovernable — the entrance of his cousin Kate had but dammed up the current of his anger — and, during the few moments he still remained afterwards, his temper was fiercely tried by witnessing the courtesy of her manner to the stranger, and the apparent intimacy which subsisted between them. " I ought to have known it," was the expression he muttered over and over to himself — " I ought to have known it ! That fellow's gay jacket and plumed hat are dearer to her woman's heart, than the rude devotion of such as I am. Curses be on them, they carry persecution through every thing — house, home, country, rank, wealth, station — ay, the very affection of our kindred they grudge us ! Was slavery ever hke this ?" And with these bitter words, the offspring of bitterer thoughts, he strode down the cause- way, and reached the high road. The snow was falling fast — a chilling north wind drove the thin flakes along — but he heeded it not. The fire of anger that burned within his bosom defied all sense of winter's cold ; and with a throbbing brow, and fevered hand, he went, turning from time to time to look up at the old castle, whence he expected each moment to see Travers take his departure. Now he hurried eagerly onward, as if to reach some destined spot — ^now he would stop, and retrace his steps, irresolutely, as though half determined to return home. " Degraded, insulted, outraged on the very hearth of my father's house !" cried he, aloud, as he wrung his hands in agony, and gave his passion vent. Again he pressed forward, and at last arrived at that part of the glen, where the road seems escarped between the two mountains, which rise several hundred feet, like walls, on either side. Here he paused, and after examining the spot for some seconds, he muttered to himself, " He has no choice here, but stand or turn V* and so saying, he drew from the breast of his coat two pistols, examined the priming of each, and then replaced them. The prospect pf speedy revenge seemed to have calmed his vindictive spirit, for BOW he continued to walk backwards and forwards, at a slow pac^ M 162 THE O DONOGUUE. like a sentinel on his post, pausing occasionally to listen if a horse's hoofs could be heard upon the road, and then resuming his walk onoe more. A rustling sound in the brushwood above his head onoe startled him, but the granite cliffs that overhung the road prevented his seeing from what it proceeded, and his heart was now bent on a very different object than the pursuit of the deer. At that moment, the proudest of the herd might have grazed in safety, within pistol-shot of him, and he had not deigned to notice it. Thus passed an hour — a second — and a third succeeded — and, already, the dull shadows of approacliing night were falling — ^yet, no one came. Tortured with strange conjectures, Mark saw the day waning, and yet no sight nor sound of him he looked for. Let not poets speak of the ardent longing of a lover's heart, as in throbbing eagerness he waits for her, whose smile is life, and hope, and heaven. Compared with the mad impatience of him who thirsts for vengeance, his passion is but sluggish apathy. It is the bad, that ever calls forth the sternest energies of human nature. It is in crime, that men transcend the common attri- butes of mankind. Here was one, now, who would have given his right hand beneath the axe, for but one brief moment of vengeance, and have deemed years of suffering cheaply bought, for the mere presence of his enemy before him. " He must have guessed my meaning when I left the room ;" was the taunting expression he now uttered, as his unsated anger took the shape of an insolent depreciation of his adversary. " An Irishman would not need a broader hint !" It grew darker — the mountains frowned heavily beneath the canopy of clouds, and night was rapidly approaching, when, from the gloom of his almost extinguished hope, Mark was suddenly aroused. He heard the tramp of a horse's feet ; the dull reverberation on the deep snow filled the air, and sometimes they seemed to come from the oppo- site part of the glen, when the pace slackened, and, at last, the eounds became almost inaudible. " There is yet enough of daylight, if we move into the broad road," was Mark's soliloquy, as he stooped his ear to listen — and at the instant, he beheld a man leading his horse by the bridle, while he himself seemed seeking along the road-side, where the snow- drift had not yet fallen, as if for some lost object. A glance, even by the imperfect light, and at some thirty paces off, showed Mark it was not him he sought, and were it not that the attitude attracted his curiosity, he had not wasted a second look on him ; but the horseman by this time had halted, and was scraping with his whip-handle the pebbles of the mountain rivulet. THE o'dONOGHUE. 16S " 111 never see it again — ^it's no use !" was the exclamation of the seeker, as he gathered up his reins, and prepared to mount. " Is that Lanty Lawler 1" cried Mark, as he recognised the voice ; * I say, did you meet with a young officer riding down the glen, in the direction of Carrig-na-curra ?" " No, indeed, Mr. Mark — I never saw Hving thing since I left Bantry." The young man paused for a few seconds — and then, as if anxious to turn all thought from his question, said, "What have you lost thereabouts ?'* " Oh, more than I am worth in the world !" was the answer, in a deep, heart-drawn sigh — "but, blessed heaven! what's the pistols for? Oh, Master Mark, dear — sure — sure ** "Sure what?" cried the youth, with a hoarse laugh — "Sure, I'm not turned highway robber ! Is that what you want to say ? Make your mind easy, Lanty — I have not reached that point yet ; though, if indifference to life might tempt a man, I'd not say it is so far off." " 'Tis a duel, then,'"' cried Lanty quickly ; " but, I hope you wouldn't fight without seconds. Oh, that's downright murder — what did he do to you ? — was it one of the fellows you met in Cork ?" " You are all wrong,'' said Mark, sullenly. "It is enough, however, that neither of us seem to have found what he was seeking. You have your secret ; I have raine. " Oh, faix, mine is soon told — 'twas my pOcket-book, with as good as seventy pounds in goold, I lost here, a three weeks ago, and never set eyes on it since ; and there was papers in it — ay, faix, papers of great value — and I darn't face Father Luke without them. I may leave the country, when he hears what happened." " Where are you going now ?" said Mark, gloomily. " I'm going as far as Mary's, for the night. Maybe you'd step down there, and take a bit of supper ? When the moon rises, the night will take up fine." The young man turned without speaking, and bent his steps in the direction Lanty was travelling. The horse-dealer was too well versed in human nature to press for a confidence, which he foresaw would be, at last, willingly extended to him ; he therefore walked along at Mark's side, without uttering a word, and seeming to be absorbed in his own deep musings. His calcu- lation was a correct one. They had not gone many paces forward, when young O'Donoghue unburthened his whole heart to him — told him, with all the eloquent energy of a wounded spirit, of the insult he had received 164 TBE 0*DONOGHUS in his own home, hefore his younger brother's face. He omitted nothing in his description of the overbearing impertinence of Frederic Travers's manner — with what cool assurance he had entered the house, and with what flippant carelessness he treated his cousin Rate. " I left home, with an oath, not to return thither unavenged," said he, " nor will I, though this time luck seems against me. Had he but come, I should have given him his choice of pistols, and his own d: starve My hand is true from five paces to thirty ; but he has not escaped me yet." Lanty never interrupted the narrative, except to ask from time to time some question, the answer to which was certain to develope the deeper indignation of the youth. A low muttering commentary, intended to mean a heartfelt sympathy with his w1*ongs, was all he suf- fered to escape his lips ; and, thus encouraged in his passionate vehemence, Mark's wrath became like a phrenzy. "Come in now," said Lanty, as he halted at the door of Mary's cabin, " but don't say a word about this business. I have a thought in my head that may do you good service, but keep a fair face before peo- ple — do you mind me ?" There was a tone of secrecy and mystery in these words Mark could not penetrate ; but, however dark their meaning, they seemed to promise some hope of that revenge his heart yearned after, and with this trust he entered the house. Mary received them with her wonted hospitality — Lanty was an expected guest — and showed how gratified she felt to have young O'Donoghue beneath her roof. *' I was afeard you were forgetting me entirely, Mr. Mark," said she — "you passed the door twice, and never as much as said, God save you, Mary." " I did not forget you, for all that, Mary," said he, feelingly. " I have too few friends in the world to spare any of them ; but I've had many things on my mind lately." "Well, and to be sure you had, and why wouldn't you? 'Tis no shame of you to be sad and down-hearted — an O'Donoghue of the ould stock — the best blood in Kerry, wandering about by himself, instead of being followed by a troop of servants, with a goold coat-of-arms worked on their coats, like your grandfather's men — the heavens be his bed. Thirty-eight mounted men, armed, ay and well armed, were in the saddle after him, the day the English general came down here to see the troops that was quartered at Bantry." "No wonder we should go afoot now," said Mark, bitterly. "Well, well— it's the will of God," ejaculated Mary, piously; " and who knows what's in store for you yet ?" THE 0*DON06HX7S. 165 " That's the very thing I do be telling him,* said Lanty, who only waited for the right moment to chime in with the conversation. ** There's fine times coming." Mary stared at the speaker with the eager look of one who wished to derive a meaning deeper than the mere words seemed to convey, and then, checking her curiosity at a gesture from Lanty, she set about arranging the supper, which only awaited his arrival. Mark ate but little of the fare before him, though Mary's cookery was not without its temptations ; but of the wine — and it was strong Burgundy — ^he drank freely. Goblet after goblet he drained with that craving desire to allay a thirst, which is rather the symptom of a mind fevered by passion than by malady. Still, as he drank, no sign of intoxi- cation appeared ; on the contrary, his words evinced a tone of but deeper resolution, and a more settled purpose than at first, when he told how he had promised never to leave his father, although all his hopes pointed to the glorious career a foreign service would open before him. " It was a good vow you made, and may the saints enable you to keep it," said Mary. " And for the matter of glory, maybe there's some to be got nearer home, and without travelling to look for it," interposed Lanty. " What do you mean ?" said Mark, eagerly. " Fill your glass. Take the big one, for it's a toast I'm going to give you — are you ready ? Here now, then — drink — * A stout heart and mind. And an easterly wind, And the Devil behind V The Saxon. " Mark repeated the doggerel as well as he was able, and pledged the only sentiment he could divine, that of the latter part, with all his enthusiasm. " You may tell him what you plaze, now," whispered Mary in Lanty 's ear; for her ready wit perceived that his blood was warmed by the wine, and his heart open for any communication. Lanty hesitated but a second, then drawing his chair close to Mark's, he said — "I'm going now to put my life in your hands, but I can't help it. "When Ireland is about to strike for liberty, it is not an O'Donoghue should be last in the ranks. Swear to me you'll never mention again what I'll tell you — swear it on the book." Mary, at the same moment, placed in his hand a breviary, with a gilt cross on the binding, which Mark took reverently, and kissed twice. " That's enough — ^your word would do me, but I must obey them that's over me ; and 166 Tins 0*O0N00HVK. 80 saying, Lanty at once proceeded to lay before the astonished mind » young O'Donoghue, the plan of France for an invasion of Ireland — ncA vaguely nor imperfectly, not in the mere language of rumom or chance allusion, but with such aids i to circumstance and time, as gave him the appearance of one conversant with what he spoke on. The restoration of Irish independence — the resumption of forfeited estates — the return of the real nobiUty of the land to their long-lost position of eminence and influence, were themes he descanted upon with consummate skill, bringing home each fact to the actual eiFect such changes would work in the youth's own condition, who, no longer de- graded to the rank of a mere peasant, would once again assert his own rightful station, and stand forth at the head of his vast property — the heir of an honoured name and house. Lanty knew well, and more too, implicitly believed in all the plausible pretension of French sympathy for Irish suffering, which formed the cant of the day. He had often heard the arguments in favour of the success of such an expedition — in fact, the reasons for which its failure was deemed impossible. These he repeated fluently, giving to his narrative the semblance of an incontestible state- ment, and then he told him that from Brest to Dublin was " fifty hours' sail, with a fair wind" — ^that same "easterly breeze," the toast alluded to, that the French could throw thirty, nay, fifty thousand troops into Ireland, yet never weaken their own army to any extent worth speaking of— that England was distracted by party spirit, impoverished by debt, and totally unable to repel invasion, and, in fact, that if Ireland would be but " true to herself," her success was assured. He told, too, how Irishmen were banded together in a sworn union to assert the independence of their country, and that such as held back, or were reluctant in the cause, would meet the fate of enemies. On the extent and completeness of the organization, he dwelt with a proud satisfaction , but when he spoke of large masses of men trained to move and act together, Mark suddenly interrupted him, saying — "Yes, I have seen them. It's not a week since some hundreds marched through this glen at midnight." " Ay, that was Holt's party," said Mary, composedly ; " and fine men they are." " They were unarmed," said Mark. " If they were, it is because the general didn't want their weapons.* "There's arms enough to be had when the time comes for using them," broke in Mary. "Wouldn't you show him — " and Lanty hesitated to conclude a speech, the impradence of which he mis skmiy aware of. .^: ////^ V^T ^/?,'/',^ 'HZ/ THE O DONOGHUE. 157 " Ay will I,** said Mary. " I never mistrusted one of his name ;** and with that, she rose from the fire-side, and took a candle in her hand. " Come here a minute, Master Mark/' Unlocking a small door in the back wall of the cabin, she entered a narrow passage which led to the stable, but oiF which, a narrow door, scarcely distinguishable from the wall, conducted into a spacious vault, excavated in the solid rock. Here were a vast number of packing-cases and boxes, piled on each other, from floor to roof, together with hogsheads and casks of every shape and size. Some of the boxes had been opened, and the lids laid loosely over them. Removing one of these, Mary pointed to the contents, as she said — " There they are — French muskets and carabines. There's pistols in that case ; and all them, over there, is swords and cutlasses. 'Tis pike- heads that's in the other corner j and the casks has saddles and holsters and them kind of things." Mark stooped down and took up one of the muskets. It was a Hght and handy weapon, and bore on its stock the words — ** Armee de la Sambre et Meuse" — for none of the weapons were new. " These are all French," said he, after a brief pause. " Every one of them," replied Mary, proudly ; " and there's more coming from the same place." " And why can we not fight our own battles, without aid from France ?" said Mark, boldly. " If we really are worthy of indepen- dence, are we not able to win it ?" "Because there's traitors among us," said Mary — replying before Lanty could interpose — " because there's traitors that would turn again us if we were not sure of victory ; but when they see we have the strong hand, as well as the good cause, they'll be sure to stand on the safe side." " I don't care for that," said Mark. " I want no such alUes as these. I say, if we deserve our hberty, we ought to be strong enough to take it." " There's many think the same way as yourself," said Lanty, quietly. ' ' I heard the very words you said from one of the delegates last week. But I don't see any harm in getting help from a friend, when the odds is against you." " But I do ; and great harm too. What's the price of the assistance ? —tell me that." ** Oh, make your mind easy on that score. The French hate the English, whether they love us or no.*' •* And why wouldn't they love us," said Mary, half angry at svls^ i68 THE ODONOGHUE. a supposition, " and we all Catholics ? Don't we both belong to the ould ancient church? and didn't we swear to destroy the heretics wherever we'd find them ? Ay, and we will, too !" " I'm with you, whatever come of it," said Mark, after a few seconds of thought. "I'm with you ; and if the rest have as little to hve for, trust me, they'll not be pleasant adversaries." Overjoyed at this bold avowal, which consummated the success they desired, they led Mark back into the cabin, and pledged, in a bumper, the " raal O'Donoghue." CHAPTER XXI. THE RETURN OF THE ENVOY. Sir Marmaduke Travers and his daughter had passed a morning of great uneasiness at the delay in Frederic's return. Noon came, and yet no appearance of him. They wandered along the road, hoping to meet him, and at last turned homeward with the intention of despatching a servant towards Carrig-na-curra, fearing lest he should have missed his way. This determination, however, they abandoned, on being told by a countryman, that he had seen the horse young Travers rode still standing at the gate of the ** castle." A feeling of curiosity to hear his son's account of the O'Donoghues, mingled with the old man's excitement at his absence ; and, as the day declined, and still no sign of his return, he walked every now and then to the door, and looked anxiously along the road by which he expected his approach. Sybella, too, was not without her fears, and though vague and undefined, she dreaded a possible collision between the hot-blood of Mark and her brother. The evening of her first arrival was ever pre- sent to her mind ; and she often thought of what might have then occurred, had Frederic been present. They had wearied themselves with every mode of accounting for his delay, guessed at every possible cause of detention, and were at length on tlie point of sending a messenger in search of him, when they heard the tramp of a horse coming, not along the high road, but, as it seemed, over the fields in front of them. A few minutes more of anxious expec tancy, and Frederic, with his horse splashed and panting, alighted beside them. " Well, you certainly have a very pretty eye for a country, father," said he, gaily. " That same line you advised, has got three as rasping fences as I should like to meet with." " What do you mean, boy ?" said Sir Marmaduke, as much puzzled at the speech as the reader himself may feel. " Simply, sir, that though the cob is a capital horse, and has a great jump in him, that I'd rather have day-light for that kind of thing ; and I really believe the ragged fellow you sent for me, chose the stiffest places. I saw the rascal grinning when I was coming up to the mid- stream." " Messenger ! — ragged fellow ! The boy is dreaming." " My dear Frederic, we sent no messenger. We were, indeed, very anxious at your delay, but we did not despatch any one to meet you." Frederic stared at both the speakers, and then repeated, in astonish- ment, the last words — " Sent no messenger !" but when they once more assured him of the fact, he gave the following account of his return : — *' It was very late when I left the castle. I delayed there the whole day ; but scarcely had I reached the high-road, when a wild-looking fellow, with a great pole in his hand, came up to me, and cried out, " * Are you for the Lodge V * Yes,' said he, answering himself, *you are her brother. I'm sent over to tell you, not to go back by the road, for the bridge is down j but you're to come over the fields, and FlI show you the way.' " " Supposing the fellow was what he assumed to be — your messenger, I followed him ; and, by George, it was no joking matter ; for he leaped like a deer, and seemed to take uncommon pleasure in pitting himself against the cob. I should have given up the contest, I confess, but that the knave had me in his power. For, when it grew dark, I knew noc which way to head, until, at length, he shouted out — " ' There's the Lodge now, where you see the light.' And after that, what became of himself I cannot tell you." " It was Terry, poor Teny," cried Sybells. ** Yes, it must have been Terry," echoed her father. " And is this Terry retained to play Will-o'-the-Wisp?" asked Fred ; *' or is it a piece of amateurship ?" But both Sir Marmaduke and Sybella were too deeply engaged in canvassing the motive for this strange act, to pay due attention to his question. 170 THE 0*DONOQHUE. As Frederic was but little interested in his guide, nor mindful of what became of him, they were not able to obtain any clue from him as to what road he took ; nor what chance there was of overtaking him . ** So then this was a piece of * poHtesse,' for which I am indebted to your friend Terry's own devising," said Fred, half angrily. "The fellow had better keep out of my way in future.*' " You will not harm him, Fred, you never could, when I tell you of his gallant conduct here." " My sweet sister, I am really wearied of this eternal theme — I have heard of nothing but heroism since my arrival. Once for all, I concede the matter, and am willing to believe of the Irish, as of the family of Bayard, that all the men are brave— and all the women virtuous. And now, let us to dinner." " You have told us nothing of your visit to the enchanted castle, Fred,** said his sister, when the servants had withdrawn, and they were once more alone ; "and I am all impatience to hear of your adventures there.'* "I confess, too," said Sir Marmaduke, "I am not devoid of curiosity on the subject — let us hear it all." " I have little to recount," said Frederic, with some hesitation in his manner ; " I neither saw the O'Donoghue, as they call him, nor his brother-in-law — the one was in bed, the other had gone to visit some sick person on the mountain. But I made acquaintance with your preux-chevaher, Sybella : a fine-looking young fellow, even now wasted with sickness ; he was there with an elder brother, an insolent kind of personage — half peasant, all bully." " He was not wanting in proper respect to yow," said Sir Marmaduke. " I trust, Mark, he was aware of who you were ?" "Faith, sir, I fancy he cared very Uttle on the subject ; and had I been a much more important individual, he would have treated me in the same way — a way, to say the least of it, not over-burthened with courtesy." " Had you any words together, boy ?" said Sir Marmaduke, with aI^ evident anxiety in his look and voice. " A mere interchange of greeting," replied Fred, laughing, "in which each party showed his teeth, but did not bite withal. I unhappily mistook him for a game-keeper — and worse still, told him so, and he felt proportionably angry at the imputation — preferring, probably, to be thought a poacher. He is a rude coarse fellow," said he with a changed voice, *< with pride to be a gentleman — ^but not breeding nor manner to enact the character." THE 0*DONOGIfUK. 171 ** The visit was, after all, not an agreeable one," said Miss Travers, " and I am only surprised how you came to prolong it. You spent the whole day there." Although there was not the slightest degree of suspicion insinuated by this remark, Fred stole a quick glance at his sister, to see if she really intended more than the mere words imphed. Then, satisfied that she had not, he said in a careless way — " Oh, the weather broke ; it came on a heavy snow-storm ; and as the younger brother pressed me to remain, and I had no fancy to face the hurricane, I sat down to a game of chess." ** Chess ! Indeed, Fred, that sounds very humanizing. And how did he play V* "It was not with him I played," answered he, hesitatingly. " What— with the elder r " No, nor him either ; my antagonist was a cousin — I think they called her cousin.*' " Called her/' said Sybella, slyly. " So then. Master Fred, there was a lady in the case. Well, we certainly have been a long while coming to her." " Yes, she has lately arrived — a day or two ago — from some convent in the Low Countries, where she has lived since she was a child " " A strange home for her," interposed Sir Marmaduke. " If I do not misconceive them greatly, they must be very unsuitable associates for a young lady educated in a French convent.'* " So you would say, if you saw her," said Fred, seizing with avidity at the opening, then offered, to coincide with an opinion he was half afraid to broach. *' She is perfectly foreign in look, dress, and de- meanour — with all the mannerism of Paris life, graceful and pleasing in her address ; and they, at least one of them, a downright boor — the other, giving him credit for good looks and good nature, yet immeasur- ably her inferior in every respect." " Is she pretty, Frederic ?" said Sybella, not Hfting her eyes from her work as she spoke. " I should say pretty," replied he, with hesitation, as if quahfying his praise by a word which did not imply too much. " I prefer a quieter style of beauty , for my own part ; less dazzle, less sparkling effect ; something to see every day, and to like the better the more one sees it" — and he placed his arm around his sister's waist, and gazed at ier as if to give the interpretation to his speech. " You have made me quite curious to see her, Fred," said Sybella. " The very fact of finding one like her in such a place has its interest.** 172 " Wliat if you were to visit her, my dear ?" said Sir Marmaduke ; "the attention would only be a proper one; you have books and music here, besides, which she might be glad to have in a region so remote as this." Frederic never spoke a word, but anxiously awaited his sister's answer. " I should like it greatly ; what says Fred to the notion ?* " I see nothing against it," replied he, with a well-afifected indiffe- rence. " She is a most lady-like person ; and, if it be your intention to pass a few weeks longer in this solitude, would be of infinite value for companionship." " A few weeks longer ! — I shall remain till Christmas, boy," said his father, with determination. " I have taken a fancy to Ireland ; and my intention is to go up to Dublin for a few months in winter, and return here in the spring." This was at once approaching the very subject which Frederic had journeyed to determme ; but, whether it was that the time seemed un- favourable, or that his own ideas in the matter had undergone some modification since his arrival, he contented himself with simply a doubtful shake of the head, as if distrusting Sir Marmaduke's firmness, and did not endeavour to oppose his determination by a single argument of any kind. On the contrary, he listened with patience, and even seeming interest to his father's detailed account of his project — how he had already given orders to secure a house in Stephen' s-green for the winter, intending to make acquaintances with the gentry of the capital, and present himself and his daughter at the viceregal court. " Sybella may as well make her debut in society here as in London," said Sir Marmaduke. " Indeed I am not sure but the provincial boards are the best for a first appearance. In any case, such is the line I have laid down for myself ; and if it only secured me against a sea voyage to England in such a season, I shall be amply repaid for my resolve." Against the season of his return, too. Sir Marmaduke hoped to make such additions to the Lodge as should render it more comfortable as a residence ; various plans for which were heaped upon the library table, and littered the chairs about the room. Miss Travers had already given her hearty concurrence to all her fa- ther's schemes, and seconded, most ably, every one of his views by such arguments as she was possessed of ; so that Frederic, even if disposed to record his opposition, saw that the present was not an opportune mo- ment ; and prudently reserved for another time, what, if imsuccessful now, could never be recurred to with advantage. THE o'donoghue. 173 The conversation on lliese topics lasted long. They discussed with interest every detail of their plans ; for so it is — the pleasures of castle building are inexhaustible, and the very happiest realities of Kfe are poor and vague, compared with the resources provided by our hopes and fancies. The slightest grounds of probability are enough to form a foundation — but there is no limit to the superstructure we raise above. In the indulgence of this view, they continued to chat till a late hour, and parted for the night in high good humour with each other — a visit to the O'Donoghue being the plan for the succeeding day's accomplishment. CHAPTER XXII. A MORNIXG VISIT. On the afternoon of the following day, Sir Marmaduke, accompanied by his son and daughter, bent their steps towards the castle of the O'Donoghue. - The day was a fine and bright one, with a blue sky above, and a hard frosty surface on the earth beneath, and made walking as pleasant as open air and exercise can render it. The car- riage was ordered to meet them on their return ; less, indeed, on account of the distance, than that the shortness of the day made the precaution reasonable. Chatting agreeably, on they went. The time slipped rapidly away. Now, adverting to the bold and majestic scenery around them — now, speaking of the people, their habits, their prejudices, and their leanings, or anon discussing the O'Donoghue family, which, of all the puzzling themes the land presented, was certainly not the least emban-assing to them. " We must think of some means of evincing our gratitude to this boy, Fred," said Sir Marmaduke, in a whisper. " You appear to have found the matter more difficult than you anticipated." '* Very true, sir. In the early part of my visit, it was rendered impossible, by the interruption of the elder brother ; and, in the lat- ter part, somehow, I believe, I — I actually begin to fear, I forgot it 174 altogether. However, I have thought of one thing ; and it should l>e done without a moment's loss of time. You must write to Garden, the law agent, and stop any proceedings Hemsworth may have begun against these people. It would be most disgraceful to think that, while pro- fessing sentiments of good feehng and friendliness, we were using the arm of the law to harass and distress them." "I'll do it at once, Fred — by this night's post. In truth, I never understood the point at issue between us ; nor can I clearly see Hems- worth's reason for the summary course he has taken with them. There must be more in it than I know of." "The castle stands proudly, as seen from this point," said Sybella, who felt somewhat wearied of a conversation maintained in a voice too low for her to hear ; and the remark had the effect of recalling them to other thoughts, in discussing which, they arrived at the old keep of Carrig-na-curra. Whether recent events had sharpened Kerry O'Leary to a more acut« sense of his duties as butler, or that Kate O'Donoghue had exerted some influence in bringing about so desirable an object, we know not ; but at the very first summons of the hall-door bell, he made his appearance, hu ordinary costume being augmented, if not improved, by a pair of very un* weldy top-boots of his master's, which reached somewhere to the middle of the thigh, and were there met by a green velvet waistcoat, from the same wardrobe, equally too large and voluminous for its present owner. Visitors at the O'Donoghue house were generally of a character which Kerry felt necessary to close the door against. They unhappily came, not with the ceremonial of a visiting card, but with some formidable missive of the law, in the shape of a distress warrant — a latitat — or that meeker and less-dreaded engine, a protested bill. It was, then, with a considerable relief to his anxieties, that his eye caught the flutter of a lady's dress, as he peeped from the small casement beside the door, and his heart expanded in a little thanksgiving of its own, as he imbarred the portul to admit her. Having informed his visitors that the family were at home, he pre- ceded them to the drawing-room, with a step, the noise of which happily drowned the tittering it was impossible to subdue, at beholding him. To prevent the awkwardness which Sir Marmaduke foresaw might arise, from the blundering announcement Kerry would inevitably make of their names, he having repeated over and over as he went along, byway of refreshing his memory, " Sir Marmaduke, Sir Marmaduke Travers," the old gentleman stepped forward as the door opened, and presented himself by name, introducing his daughter at the same time. THE o'donoghub. ^75 The O'DonagTiue, seated in his chair, half rose, for it was one of his gouty days, and he could not stir without great difficulty, and with an air and voice which bespoke the gentleman, welcomed his guests. Herbert's eyes gleamed with delight as he gazed on the party ; and Sir Archibald, bowing with an ancient grace that would have suited a courtier of a century previous, presented chairs to each, going through the ceremonial of a new obeisance to every one of the group. Kate O'Donoghue was not in the room, nor Mark — the latter, indeed, had not returned to the castle since the day previous. The ordinary greetings over, and Sir Marmaduke having expressed, in well-chosen phrase, the gratitude he had so long laboured to acquit, the conversation became easy and agreeable. Sir Marmaduke, seating himself next O'Donoghue, had entered into a discussion of the state of the country and the people — Frederic, beside Herbert's chair, was conversing with the boy by lively sallies and pleasant stories, that flowed the more rapidly as the listener was an eager one ; while Sir Archibald, standing in an attitude of respectful attention, had engaged Miss Travers in a conversation about the glen and its scenery, to which his own correct taste and thorough appreciation of the picturesque, gave a charm and piquancy that already interested her deeply. So naturally easy and unaffected was the tone of their reception, that all astonish- ment at finding their host so superior to their anticipation, was merged in the pleasure that Travers felt in the interview. The good-tempered heartiness of the O'Donoghue himself — his frank speech, his ready humour, won each moment more and more on Sir Marmaduke. Fre- deric, too, never grew wearied of the fresh and joyous spirit which gleamed out at every look and word from Herbert, whose ardent temper- ament and high-hearted nature caught up the enthusiasm of a spirit like his own ; and, as for Sybella, the charm of Sir Archy's manner, whose perfection was its adaptation to the society of ladies, delighted her greatly, and she soon forgot any slight inclination to smile at the precision of language, where deep sound sense and high feeling were con- veyed, with only the fault of pedantry. While thus agreeably engaged on all sides, the door opened, and Kate entered, but so noiselessly withal, that she was in the midst of the party, before they knew of her approach. Recognising Frederic Travers with a gracious smile, she received Sir Marmaduke' s salutation with a deep courtesy, and then, as if similarity of years required a less ceremonious introduction, took her seat beside Miss Travers, with an air of mingled kindness and cordiality she so well fcnew how to assume. As in an orchestra, amid the swell of many instruments, where deep-toned thunders mingle with sounds of softer 1^6 THE 0*DONOGHUE. influence, some one strain will rise, from time to time, suggestive of feelings apart from the rest, with higher and nohler sjnnpathies around it, so did her voice, heard among the others, sound thus sweetly. Her words came winged with a fine expression, which look and gesture could alone give them — and in the changing colour of her cheek, her brilliant brow, her lips, even in silence eloquent, there was a character of loveliness as much above mere beauty, as life transcends the marble. The more perfect I'egularity of Sybella's features — their classic outHne — their chaste correctness in every line and lineament — seemed cold and inanimate when contrasted with the more expressive loveliness of Kate O'Donoghue. The fearless character of her mind, too, was blended with so much of womanly delicacy and refinement — the wish to please, so associated with a seeming forgetfulness of self, that every act and every gesture teemed with a charm of interest, for which there is no word, save " fascination ;" even that slightly foreign accent, of which we have already spoken, served to individualize all she said, and lefl it graven on the heart long after the words were spoken. Frederic Travers watched with eager delight the effect these gifts weje producing upon his sister. He saw the pleasure with which Sybella listened ; he recognised, even already, the symptoms of that conquest by which mind subdues mind, and was overjoyed as he looked. To Sir Marmaduke*s gracefully-expressed hope, that this visit should form the prelude to their nearer intimacy, the O'Donoghue, with a touch of sadness in his voice, replied — that he himself was an inva- lid, whose steps never wandered beyond the precincts of his home ; but his brother-in-law, and his niece, and the boys — they would all, he was certain, avail themselves of such a neighbourhood. Sir Archibald bowed low, and somewhat stiffly perhaps, in accordance with a pledge thus given without his concurrence ; but Herbert's bright eyes grew brighter, and his cheek flushed with delight at the bare anti- cipation of the thought. " And you. Miss O'Donoghue," said Sir Marmaduke, turning towards Kate. ** Our humble library at the lodge, is perfectly at your service, the only condition we ask is, that you come and choose from it m person." " That promise is already most kindly made, father," interruptec Sybella, whose pleased look showed how she had been captivated by ner new friend. AVliile their smiles and gracious words went round, the door was suddenly opened by Kerry O'Leary, who, forgetful of the visiters, m eager anxiety as the bearer of news, cried out — 5^ •v"^ t^ 'fe'^/Z^ ////r//y/yz/yy{y< THE o'donoghue. 177 «< There's a shindy, master dear ! Such a row ! May I never die in sin, if ever I seen the equal of it !'* " What does he mean ?— is the fellow mad?" cried the O'Donoghue, angrily, while Sir Archy, bending on him a most ominous frown, muttered — "Have ye lost a' decency tegether. Ye daft loon, what ails ye?" " I ax your pardon, and the qualities pardon," said Kerry, with an expression of abject misery for his unceremonious ' entrde/ " But, if you seen it, sorra bit but you'd forgive me." ** There has been good fun somewhere, I'm certain," cried out Fre- derick Travers, whose curiosity to learn Kerry's intelligence could no longer be repressed. " What is it, then, Kerry?" said the O'Donoghue. " Let us hear it all." " 'Tis Master Mark, good luck to him," cried Kerry, overjoyed at the permission to speak out freely. " He was over at Ballyvoumey with the greyhounds, when he seen that dirty spalpeen, Sam Wylie, wid a process-sarver along wid him, noticin' the tenants. The server was a stranger, and he didn't touch him ; but he made the boys put Sam on Nick Malone's mule, and give him a fair start, and they run him down the mountain, with a fine view, and ran into him here at the horse-pond, where the mule flung him head over heels ; and begorra, you wouldn't know 'twas a Christian, if you seen him this minit dripping wet, and the duck-weed all hanging round him — and he's running still — ^for he thinks Master Mark will take the hfe of him before he stops." A roar of laughter from Frederic, joined in by Herbert, and at last by the O'Donoghue himself, for some moments prevented a word of commentary on this outrageous proceeding, when Sir Marmaduke, rising slowly, said — " I am a stranger here, very ignorant of the country and its habits ; but I have yet to learn that any man, in the just discharge of his duty, should be thus treated. I call upon you, sir, to investigate this affair, and if it be, as we have heard it, to make reparation ^ " Ye hae muckle reason for what ye say, sir," interposed Sir Archy ; " but the freaks and follies o' young men hae a hcense here, I doubt ye are na used to." " 111 lay my life on it, Mark was right," called out the O'Donoghue. ** The boy never makes any mistake in these matters." " If the fellow were insolent," said Frederic, " your son has served aim properly." N 178 THE O SOlVOGiltrC. Kate smiled at the speaker a look of gratitude, which amply repaid him for coming thus promptly to the rescue. " It may be so," said Sir Marmaduke, happy at such a means of escaping from a further prosecution of a most unpleasant topic. " The captain's guessed it well," cried Kerry. " The spalpeen tould Master Mark that he'd he up here to-morrow wid a notice from the master himself, and it would go hard but he'd see us out of the place before Easter." ** Is this possible !" said Sir Marmaduke, blushing deeply. " I beg, my dear sir, that you will forgive any hasty expression I may have used." " I can forgive the lad myself," said Sir Archy, proudly. " Not I, then, uncle," interposed Kate. " Not 1. Mark should have horsewhipped the fellow within an iuch of his life." Sybella Travers started at the energy of voice and manner which ac- companied these words ; while the CKDonoghue, rising from his chair, came slowly across the hearth, and imprinted a kiss upon Kate's forehead." ** You're one of the raal stock — there's no denying it," muttered Kerry, as he gazed on her with an expression of almost worship. " 'Tis blood that never gives in — devil a lie in it !" Herbert, who alone had witnessed the unfriendly meeting between his brother and young Travers, turned a pleasant smile at the latter, as he half whispered — "This was very kind of yow." It would have been a difficult — nay, an almos*" impossible task, to recall the tone and temper of the party, previous to this unhappy inter- ruption. All Sir Marmaduke' s efforts to resume the conversation had lost their former ease — the O'Donoghue himself was disconcerted; for he was not quite certain what were Sir Marmaduke's words on the oc- casion, and how far he should feel called upon to demand a retractation, and Sir Archibald, fretful and annoyed at the impression Mark's conduct would convey of the habits and temper of the house, felt his task a severe one, to assume an air of serenity and quietude. Frederic Travers alone seemed happy and delighted. The sudden ex- pression of Kate O'Donoghue' s opinion, so utterly unlike anything he had ever heard before from a young lady's lips, took him as much by surprise as the spirit pleased him ; and he would willingly have engaged to horsewhip a dozen process-servers, for another glance of her flashing eyes, as she dehvered the words ; while Sybella could not help a sentiment bordering m fear, for one who, young as herself, gifted with every womanly THE o'donoghue. 179 attitude of grace and loveliness, had yet evinced a degree of impetuosity and passion she could not reconcile with such attractions. As for Kate, the sentiment had evoked no stir within her hosom. It was a wish, as naturally expressed as it was felt ; and all the surprise the others ex- perienced at her words would have been nothing to her own, to have known of their astonishment. The visit soon came to a termination, and Sir Marmaduke, having succeeded in a great degree, in restoring the favourable impression he had at first obtained, took his leave of the O'Donoghue, and then, addressing Sir Archy, said — " You, sir, I rejoice to learn, are not an invalid. May I expect the happiness of seeing you sometimes ?" Sir Archy bowed deeply, and, with a motion of his hand towards Miss Travers, replied — " I have already made an engagement here, sir." " Yes," said Sybella, to whom this speech seemed half addressed, "Sir Archibald has been kind enough to offer me his guidance up the glen, where there are several points of view finer than any I have seen." Emboldened by the success of these advances. Sir Marmaduke, with a courtesy he was perfect master of, requested the party would not delay their kind intentions, but favour him with their company on the following day It is doubtful whether Sir Archy might not have declined a more formal invitation ; but there seemed something so frank in the abrupt- ness of the present, that he acceded at once ; and Kate having also pledged herself to accompany him, their greetings were interchanged, and they parted. ^ CHAPTER XXIII. SOMK OPPOSITE TRAITS OF CHARACTBE, It may seem strange and almost paradoxical — but so it was — Kate O'Donoghue' s presence appeared to have wrought a most magical change in the whole household of the O'Donoghue. The efforts they 180 THE 0*DONOGHTJE. themselves made to ward off the semblance of their fallen estate, tn^uced a happier frame of mind than that which resulted from daily orooding over their misfortunes ; the very struggle elicited a courage they had left long in disuse ; and the cheerfulness which at first was but assumed, grew gradually more and more natural. To the O'Donoghue, who, for many a day, desired no more than to fend off the evil in his own brief time ; who, with the selfishness of an old age passed in continual conflict with poverty, only sought a life interest in their bettered fortunes, she was a boon above all price. Her .:-^ht step, her lighter laugh, her mirthful tone of conversation, with its many anecdotes and stories of places and people he had not heard of before, wfre resources against gloom that never failed. Sir Archy, too, felt a return to the old associations of his youth, in the presence of a young, beautiful, and accomplished girl, whose graceful- ness and elegance threw a halo around her as she went, and made of that old and crumbling tower, dark with neglect, and sad with time, a salon, teeming with its many appliances against depression, where she herself, armed with so many fascinations, dispensed cheerfulness and bliss on all about her. Nor was he selfish in all this. He marked with dehght the impression made upon his favourite Herbert, by his cousin's attractive manners. How insensibly, as it were, the boy was won from ruder pursuits, and coarser pleasures, to sit beside her as she sung, or near her as she read ; with what interest he pursued his lessons in French, beneath her tuition, and the ardour with which he followed • every plan of study suggested by her. Sir Archibald saw all these things, and calculated on their result with accuracy. He foresaw how Kate's attractive gifts would throw into the shade the ruder tastes the boy's condition in life might expose him to adopt, and thus aid him in the great object of hi? whole existence — to save him, at least, from the wreck of his house. Mark alone seemed untouched by her presence ; save that the wild excesses of high spirit, to which from time to time he ever gave way, were now gone, and in their place, a deep gloom, a moroseness of character succeeded, rendering him usually silent before her, or sunk m his own saddening reflections. Kate would sometimes adventure to disperse the dark clouds from his mind, but ever without success ; he either felt annoyed at being the subject of remark, or left the room ; so that at last, she abandoned the effort, hoping that time and its changes would effect what the present denied. Perhaps, too, she had reasons for this hope. More than once, with womanly quickness, had she marked how he had stood with his eye fixed upon her, unconscious of being THE O DONOGHUE. 181 seen ; how, when about to leave the room, he would loiter about, as if in search of something, but, in reality, to listen to the song she was singing. Still, she showed no sign of having seen these things ; but always, in her air towards him, affected a careless ease of manner, as like his own as possible. For days, sometimes for an entire week, he would absent himself from home ; and, as he was never submissive to much questioning, his appearance called forth no other remark than some passing observation of what had occurred in his absence, but which drew from him no interchange of confidence. These symptoms of Mark's altered character made a deeper impres- sion on his father than events of greater moment could have done. He watched every movement and expression of his favourite son, to catch some clue to the change ; but all in vain. The young man never, by any accident, alluded to himself: nor did he often now advert to the circumstance of the family difficulties ; on the contrary, a lethargic carelessness seemed to brood over him, and he went about like one who had lost all zest for life, and all care for its enjoyments. The O'Donoghue was too well versed in the character of his son to hope for any elucidation of the mystery by a mere inquiry ; so that he was left to speculate on the many causes which might have operated the change, and divine, as well as he was able, the secret grief that affected him. In this pursuit, hke all who have long suffered the pressure of a particular calamity, he ever felt disposed to ascribe Mark's suffering to the same cause which produced his own, namely, the fallen fortunes of the house, and the ruin that hung over them. Yet, somehow, of late, matters had taken a turn more favourable. His attorney at Cork had informed him, that from some informality in the proceedings, the ejectment was stopped, at least for the present term. The notices to the tenants not to pay were withdrawn, and the rents came in as before ; and the only very pressing evil were the bills, the renewal of which, demanded a considerable sum of ready money. That this one misfor- tune should occasion a gloom, the accumulated griefs of former days had not done, he could not understand ; but, by long musing on the matter, and deep reflection, he at last came to the conviction, that such was the case, and that Mark's sorrow was the greater, from seeing how near they were to a more favourable issue to their affairs, and yet how fatally debarred from such a consummation by this one disastrous circumstance. The drowning hand grasps not the straw with more avidity than does the harassed and wearied mind, agitated by doubts, and worn out with conjectures, seize upon some one apparent solution to a difficulty that 182 THE o'donoghttk. has long oppressed it, nnd, for the very moment, convert every passing circumstance into an argument for its truthfulness. The O'Donoghue now saw, or believed he saw, why Mark would never accompany the others in their visits to the ** Lodge" — ^nor be present when any of the Travers family came to the castle ; he immediately accounted for his son's rejection of the proffered civilities, by that wounded pride which made him feel his present position so painfully, and, as the future head of the house, grieve over a state so unbecoming to its former fortunes. " The pot)r fellow," said he, " is too high-spirited to be a guest to those he cannot be a host. Noble boy ! the old blood flows strongly in your veins, at least." How to combat this evil, now became his sole thought. He mused over it by day — he dreamed of it by night. Hour by hour he endured the harassing tortures of a poverty, whose struggles were all abortive, and whose repulses came without ceasing. Each plan he thought of, was met by obstacles innumerable ; and when, worn out with unpro- fitable schemes, he had resolved on abandoning the subject for ever, the sight of Mark's wasted cheek and sunken eye rallied him again to an effort, which, each time, he vowed should be the last. The old, and often successful remedies to rally him from his low spirits, his father possessed no longer — the indulgence of some caprice, some momentary fancy for a horse or a hound — a boat or a fishing- rod. He felt, besides, that his grief, whatever it was, lay too deep for such surface measures as these, and he pondered long and anxiously »ver the matter. Nor had he one to share his sorrow, or assist him Irith advice. Sir Archibald he ever regarded as being prejudiced Against Mark, and invariably more disposed to exaggerate, than extenuate his faults. To have opened his heart to him, would be to expose himself to some very plausible, but, as he would deem them, very impracticable remarks, on frugality and order — the necessity of submitting to altered fortunes — and, if need be, of undertaking some humble but honest occupation as a livelihood. These, and such like, had more than once been obtruded upon him ; but to seek and court them, to invite their presence, was not to be thought of. Kerry O'Leary was, then, the only one who remained ; and they who know the intimacy to which old servants, long conversant with the fortunes of the family, and deemed faithful, because, from utter inutility, they are attached to the house that shelters them, are admitted in Irish households, will not be surprised at the choice of the confidant. He, I say, was the O'Donoghue' s last resource ; and from him he itill hoped to gain some clue, at least, to the secret of thn THE o'donoghui;. 183 mystery. Scarcely had the O'Donoghue retired to his room at night, when Kerry was summoned to his presence, and after a few preUmina- ries, was asked if he knew where, how, or with whom his young master latterly spent his time. " Faix, and 'tis that same does be puzzHng myself," said Kerry, to whom the matter had already been one of considerable curiosity. " Sometimes I think one thing, and then I think another — but it beats me entirely." " What were your thoughts, t^en, Kerry ?" " 'Twas Tuesday last I suspected Joe Lenahan*s daughter — the fair haired girl, above at the three meadows ; then, I took into my head, it might be a badger he was after — ^for he was for ever going along by the bank of the river ; but, twice in the week, I was sure I had him — and faix, I think, maybe I have." " How is that, Kerry ? Tell me at once, man I" " It's a fine brown beast Lanty I^awler has — a strapping four-year- old, as likely a weight-carrier as ever I seen — that's what he's after — sorra lie in it. I obsarved him, on Friday, taking him over the big fences beyant the whin-field — and I measured his tracks — and, may I never die in sin, if he didn't stride nineteen feet over the yallow ditah." " Do you know what he's asking for him, Kerry ?" cried the old man, eagerly. " His weight in goold, I heerd say ; for the captain, up at * the Lodge,* will give him his own price for any beast will make a charger — and three hundred guineas Lanty expects for the same horse. Ayeh ! he's a play-actor, is Lanty — and knows how to rub the gentlemen down with a damp wisp." " And you think that's it, Kerry ?" " I'll take the vestment it's not far off it. I never heerd Master Mark give a cheer out of him going over a fence, that he hadn't a conceit out of the beast under him. * "Whoop 1' says he, throwing up his whip hand, * this way.' * Your heart's in him,' says I, * and 'tis a murther he isn't your own.'' " You may leave me, Kerry, ^ said the old man, sighing heavily, " 'tis getting near twelve o'clock." " Good night, sir, and a safe rest to you.*^ " Wait a moment — stay a few minutes. Are they in the drawing- room still ?" " Yes, sir ; I heerd Miss Kate singing as I came up the stairs." " Well, Kerry, I want you to wait till she is leaving the room, and 194 THE O DONOGHUE. just whisper to her — mind now, for your life, that nobody sees nor hears you — just say that I wish to see her up here for a few seconds to-night. Do you understand me ?" " Never fear, sir, I'll do it, and sorra one the wiser.* Kerry left the apartment as he spoke, nor was his master long doomed to suspense, for immediately after a gentle tap at the door announced Kate's presence there. " Sit down there, my darling Kate," cried the O'Donoghue, placing a chair beside his own, " and let me have five minutes' talk with you.'* The young girl obeyed with a smile, and returned the pressure of her uncle's hand with warmth. " Kate, my child," said he — speaking with evident difficulty and embarrassment, and fixing his eyes, not on her, but towards the fire, as he spoke — "Kate you have come* to a sad and cheerless home, with few comforts, with no pleasure for one so young and so lovely as you are." " My dear uncle, how can you speak thus to me ? Can you separate me in your heart from your other children ? Mark and Herbert make no complaint — do you think that I could do so 1" " They are very different from you, my sweet child. The moss rose will not bear ^the storms of vdnter, that the wild thorn can brave without danger. To you this dreary house must be a prison. I know it— I feel it." " Nay, nay, uncle. If you think thus, it must be my fault — some piece of wilfulness of mine could alone have made you suppose me discontented ; but I am not so — far from it. I love dear old Sir Archy and my cousins dearly ; yes, and my uncle Miles too, though he seems anxious to get rid of me." The old man pressed her fingers to his lips, and turned away his head. " Come, Kate," said he, after a brief pause, " it was vdth no in- tention of that kind I spoke. We could none of us live without you now. My thoughts had a very different object." " And that was " " Simply this" — and here he made a great effort, and spoke rapidly, as if fearing to dwell on the words. " Law-suits and knavish attorneys have wasted three-fourths of my estate : the remainder I scarcely know if I be its master or not ; on that portion, however, the old house stands, and the few acres that survive the wreck. At this moment heavy proceedings are pending in the courts, if successful in which^ I shall be left in possession of the home of my father, and not turned adrift upon the world, a beggar. There — don't look so pale, child — THE 0*DONOGHUE. 185 the story is an old one now, and has few terrors for us as long aa it remains merely anticipated evil. This is a sad tale for your ears. I know it," said he, wiping away a tear that would come in spite of him. Both were now silent. The old man paused, uncertain how he should proceed further. Kate spoke not ; for as yet she could neither see the drift of the communication, or, if it were in any way addressed to her, what part she was expected to take in the matter. " Are you aware, my dear," resumed he, after a considerable delay "that your father was married to your mother when she was but sixteen V* " I have often heard she was scarcely more than a child," said Kate, timidly — for she had no recollection of having seen either of her parents. " A child in years, love, she was ; but a woman in grace, good sense, and accomplishments — ^in fact, so fortunate was my poor brother in his choice, he ever regarded the youthfulness of his wife as one of the rea- sons of that amiability of temper she possessed. Often have we talked of this together, and nothing could convince him to the contrary, as if, had the soil been unfruitful, the tares and the thistles had not been as abundant a crop as the good fruit really was. He acted on his convic- tion, however, Kate ; for he determined, if ever he had a daughter, she should be of age at sixteen — the period of life her mother was married at. I endeavoured to dissuade him. I did my best to expose the dangers and difficulties of such a plan. Perhaps, dearest, I should have been less obstinate in argument, had I been prophetic enough to know what my niece would be ; but it was all in vain. The idea had become a dominant one with him, and I was obliged to yield ; and now, Kate, after the long lapse of years — for the conversation I allude to took place a great while ago — ^it is my lot to say, that my brother was right and I was wrong — that he foresaw, with a truer spirit, the events of the future than was permitted to me. You were of age two months since." The young girl listened with eager curiosity to every word that fell from her uncle's lips, and seemed disappointed when he ceased to speak. To have gone thus far and no farther, did not satisfy her mind, and she waited with impatience for him to continue. " I see my child," said he gently, "you are not aware of the pro- ceedings of coming of age ; you have not heard, perhaps, that as your guardian, I hold in my hands the fortune your father bequeathed to you ; it was his portion as a younger son, for, poor fellow, he had the 166 THE 0*DONOGHUE. family failing, and never could live within his income. Your ten thou- sand — he always called it yours — he never encroached upon — and that sum, at least, is secured to you." Although Kate knew that her uncle was her guardian, and had heard that some property would revert to her, what its amount was she had not the most remote idea of, nor that her power over it should commence 80 soon. " I see uncle — I understand all you say," said she, hurriedly ; " I am of age, and the owner of ten thousand pounds." The tone of decision she employed, half terrified the O'Donoghue for the prudence of his communication, and he almost hesitated to answer her directly — " Yes, my child, it is a rent-charge — a " " I care not for the name, sir ; does it represent the value V* " Unquestionably it does." " Take it, then, dearest uncle," said she, flinging herself upon his neck, "take it and use it, so that it may bring some comfort to your- self, some ease of mind at least, and make your home a happier one. "What need to think of the boys — Mark and Herbert are not of the mould that need fear failure, whatever path they follow ; and, as for me, when you grow weary of me, the Sacr^ Coeur will gladly take me Ijack ; indeed, they feel their work of conversion of me but very imper- fectly executed," added she, smiling, "and the dear nuns would be well pleased to finish their task." " Kate, my child, my own darling," cried the old man, clasping her to his heart, " this may not, this caimot be." " It must, and it shall be, uncle," said she, resolutely. " If my dear father's will be not a nullity, I have power over my fortune." " But not to effect your ruin, Kate." " No, sir, nor shall I. Will my dear uncle love me less for the consciousness in my own heart, that I am doing right ? "Will he have a smile the less for me, that I can return it with an affection warmer from very happiness ? I cannot beheve this ; nor can I think that you would render your brother's daughter unworthy of her father. You would not refuse him" Her lip trembled, and her eyes grew full, as she uttered the last few words in a voice, every word of which went to the old man's heart. " There is but one way, Kate." " What need of more, uncle ; do we want a choice of roads, if we see a straight path before us ?" " Yes, dearest— but it vdll be said I should not have suffered you to do this — that in accepting a loan." THE o'dONOGHUE. 187 *• A loan !'* uttered she, reproachfully. " As that, or nothing, can I ever touch a farthing of it," rephed the O'Donoghufi. " No, no ! Distress and hardship have been a weary load this many a year ; hut all sense of honour is not yet obhterated in this poor heart." " Be it as you please, my dear, dear uncle," said the affectionate girl ; " only let it not cost you another painful thought, to rob me of so many happy ones. There now, we must never speak of this any more ;" and, so saying, she kissed him twice, and rose from her chair. " We are going to the * Lodge' to-morrow, to spend the day ; Herbert is so well that he comes with us." " And Mark — what of him, dearest ?" "Mark will be none of us, sir. We are either too gay, or too frivolous, or too silly, or too something or other, for his solemn humour, and he only frowns and stares at us ; but all that will pass away soon ; 1 shall find out the key to his temper yet, and then, make him pay for all his arrears of sulkiness." " It is our changed condition, my love, that has made him thus," said the father, anxious to excuse the young man's morose habits. " The poorer courage his, then," replied the high-spirited girl, " I have no patience for a man who acts but the looking-glass to fortune — frowns when she frowns, and smiles when she smiles. No! Give me the temper that can enjoy the sunshine, and brave the storm — take all the good the world affords, and show a bold heart to resist the evil." " My own brother, my poor dear Mark, spoke there," cried the old man, in an ecstacy, as, springing up, he flung his arms about her ; " and that's your philosophy, sweet Kate ?" *' Even so ; the stout heart to the stae brae, as Sir Archy would call it, and as he mutters every evening he has to climb the steep stair to- wards his bed-room. And now, good night, dear uncle — good night." With an affectionate greeting, the old man took his leave of her for the night, and sat down, in a frame of mingled happiness and shame, to think over what had passed. The O'Donoghue was very far from feehng satisfied with himself for what he had done. Had Kate been at all difficult of persuasion — had she yielded to his arguments, or been comdnced by any explanation of his views, he would soon have reconciled himself to the act, as one in which both parties concurred. Far from this — he saw that her only motive was affection ; that she would listen to nothing save the promptings of her own warm heart ; she would not let him even exculpate himself from 188 THE 0*DONOGHUE. the charge of his own conscience ; and, although acquitted by her, he felt the guilt still upon him. There was a time when he would not have stooped to such a course ; but then he was rich — rich in the world's wealth, and the honour such affluence suggests ; for, alas ! humbling as the avowal may seem, the noble traits so often admired in prosperity, are but the promptings of a spirit revelling in its own enjoyment — open-handed and generous, because these qualities are luxuries ; free to give, because the giving in- volves gratitude ; and gratitude is the incense of weakness to power — of poverty to wealth. How often are the warm affections, nurtured by happy circumstances, mistaken for the evidence of right principles ! How frequently are the pleasurable impulses of the heart confounded with the well-directed judgments of the mind ? This man was less changed than he knew of — the world of his circumstances was, indeed, different, but he was little altered ; the same selfishness that once made him munificent, now made him mean ; but, whether conferring or ac- cepting favours, the spirit was one. Besides, how ingenious is the mind in suggesting plausible reasons for its indulgences ! — how naturally easy did it seem to borrow and repay ! The very words satisfied his scruples on that score ; but if he were indeed so contented with himself, why did he fear lest any one should ever learn the circumstance ? Why cower with shame before himself, to think of his brother-in-law, or even Mark hearing of it ? Were these the signs of conscious rectitude, or were they the evidence of a spirit seeking rest in casuistry and self-deception. In this conflict of alternate approval and condemnation, he passed the greater part of the night — sometimes, a struggling sense of honour, urging him to regret a course so fraught with humiliations of every kind ; and again, a thrill of delight would run through his heart to think of all the pleasure he could confer upon his favourite boy — the indulgences he could once more shower upon him. He fancied the happiness of emancipation from pressing difficulties, and how instinctively Mark's buoyant temper would take the tone of their altered fortunes ; and he, once again, become the gay and reckless youth he loved to see him. " He must have that brown horse Kerry speaks of," muttered he to himself. " Sir Marmaduke shall not outbid us there, and we'll see which of the two best becomes his saddle. I'll back my own boy against his scarlet-coated fop, for a thousand. They've got some couples of dogs too, Kerry was telling me, up the mountains — We must enquire about them ; with eight or ten couple, Mark could have good sport in the glen. Then there's those bills of Callaghan*s — ^but he'll not press THE ODONOGHUE. hard when he sees weVe money. Cassidy must get his dS800, and so he shall ; and that scoundrel, Swahy, will be sending in his bill of costs ; but a couple of hundred pounds ought to stop his mouth. Archy, too — by Jove, I forget how much I owe him now ; but he doesn't, I'll warrant him. Well, well — if it won't stop the leak, it will, at least, give us time to work the pumps — ay, time, time !" He asked for no more ; he only sought to reach the haven himself, and cared nothing what liappened the craft, nor the crew, afterwards. His next thought was how to effect all the legal arrangements in these complicated matters, without the knowledge of Mark or Sir Archy ; and on this difficult point he spent till nigh morning deliberating. The only mode he could think of was, by writing to Swaby himself, and making him aware of the whole proceeding. That of course would be attended by its own penalties, as Swaby would take care that his own costs were among the first things to be liquidated ; but yet it seemed the sole course open to him, and with the resolve to do this on the morrow, he turned on his pillow, and fell asleep. The morning broke, with happiness to the uncle and the niece ; but it was a happiness of a very different order. To him, the relief of mind, for the long harrassing cares of debt and difficulty, was a boon of inesti- mable price — life and liberty at once to the imprisoned spirit of his proud heart. To her, the higher and nobler sense of gratification, which flows from having acted well, sent a thrill of ecstasy through her bosom, such as only gentle and generous youth can ever feel. And thus, while the O'Donoghue mused over the enjoyments and pleasures his new accession of wealth might place at his disposal, she revelled in the delight of having ministered to the happiness of one she had always regarded as a father, and even felt grateful to him for the emotions of her own heart. The O'Donoghue's first thought on awaking was to employ this large sum to liquidate some of his most pressing debts, and to make such arrangements as might enable them to Hve economically but com- fortably, paying off those creditors whose exorbitant interest was con- suming ail the remnant of his income, and entering into contracts with others for the gradual repayment of the loans. The more he reflected on these good intentions, the less pleasure did they yield him. He had, for years past, taught himself to regard a creditor as an implacable enemy. The very idea of succumbing smacked of defeat. He had defied the law so long, it looked hke cowardice to surrender now ; besides the very complication of his affairs offered an excuse, which he was not slow to catch at. How cauld he pay Cassidy in full, and only give Hickson 190 THE O DONOGBUE. a part ? Would not the mere rumour of his paying off his debts bnng down a host of demands that had almost slumbered themselves out of existence. He had often heard that his grandfather " muddled away his fortune paying small debts." It could not be supposed he would reject the traditions of his own house — nor did he. He judged wisely, if not well, that new habits of expenditure would do more to silence the complaints of duns than the most accurately calcu- lated system of liquidation. That entertainments and equipages, a stable full of horses, and a house crammed with guests, are a receipt in full for solvency, which, however some may distrust, none are bold enough to question openly. If the plan had fewer excellencies, it, at least, suited him better ; and he certainly opened the campaign with vigour. No sooner had he de- cided on his line of acting, than he despatched Kerry O'Leary to Cork with a letter for Swaby, his attorney, requiring his immediate presence at Carrig-na-curra, and adding, " that if he brought a couple of hundred pounds over with him at the same time, he might include them with the costs, and get a check for the whole together." As the old man sealed his epistle, he chuckled over the thoughts of Swaby' s astonishment, and fancied the many guesses the crafty attorney would frame to account for such unexpected prosperity. The little renaaining sorrow he felt for his share in the transaction gave way to the vulgar pleasure of this surprize ; for so is it, the conflict with poverty can debase the mind, and make the very straits and stratagems of want seem straits of cleverness and abiUty. It was a day of pleasure almost to all. Sir Archy, dressed in a suit which had not seen daylight for many a previous year, gave his arm to Kate, and, accompanied by Herbert, set out to pass the day at " The Lodge." Mark alone had no participation in the general joy ; he stood, with folded arms, at the window of the old tower, and gazed on the group that moved along the road. Although he never thought of accompanying them, there was a sense of desertion in his position of which he could not divest himself. "With the idea of the pleasure their visit would afford them came the reflection that he was debarred from his share of such enjoyment, and the galHng feeling of inferiority sent the blood, with a throbbing current, through his temples, and covered his face with a deep flush. He retorted his own isolation against those he had so strenuously avoided, and accused them of the very fault of which he was himself guilty. " My uncle is more distant to me than ever," mut' tered he, " and even Herbert, too ; Herbert that used to look up to and lely on me, even he shuns me." He did not utter his cousin's name, THE o'dONOGHTJE. 191 bnt a single tear, that rolled heavily down his cheek, and seemed to make it tremble as it passed, showed that another and a deeper spring of sorrow was opened in his heart. With a sudden gesture of impatience he roused himself from his musing, and hastily descending the stair, he crossed the old court-yard, and, without any fixed resolve as to his course, walked down the road ; nor was it until after proceeding some distance, that he perceived he was rapidly gaining on the little party on their way to the Lodge ; then he quitted the high road, and soon lost himself in one of the mountain glens. As for the others, it was indeed a day of unaccustomed pleasure, and such as rarely presented itself in that solitary valley. All that kindness and hospitality could suggest was done by the family at the Lodge, to make their .visit agreeable ; and while Sir Marmaduke vied with his son and daughter in courteous attentions to his guests, they, on their part, displayed the happy consciousness of these civilities by efforts to please not less successful. Sir Archy — albeit the faculty had long lain in disuse — was possessed of conversational powers of a high order, and could blend his observation of passing events with the wisdom derived from reflection, and the ex- perience of long intercourse with the world ; while, as if to relieve the sombre colouring of his thoughts, Kate's lively saUies and sparkling repartees lit up the picture, and gave it both brilliancy and action. The conversation ranged freely over the topics which form the staple of pohte intercourse in the world of the cultivated and the fashionable ; and, although Sir Archy had long been removed from such companion- ship, it was easy to perceive how naturally he could revert to a class of subjects, with which he had once been familiar. It was thus alternating remarks of the past, with allusions to the present — mingling grave and gay, with that happy blending which springs from the social intercourse of different ages — they sat, after dinner, watching, through the unshuttered window, the bright moon- light that streamed across the glen and glittered on the lake, the con- versation, from some reference to the scenery, turned to the condition of Ireland, and the then state of her people. Sir Marmaduke, notwith- standing his late experiences, fully maintaining the accuracy of his own knowledge in matters, which have not ceased to puzzle even wiser heads, gained confidence from the cautious reserve of Sir Archy, who rarely ventured an opinion, and never hazarded a direct assertion. "They would have me believe, in England," said Sir Marmaduke, ** that Ireland was on the very brink of a rebellion ; that the organiza- tion of revolt was perfect, and only waiting French co-operation to 192 THE O^DONOGHUE. burst forth ; but bow absurd such statements are to us who live amongst them." Sir Archy smiled significantly, and shook his head. " You, surely, have no fears on this head, sir ? It is not possible to conceive a state of more profound peace, than we observe around us. Men do not take up arms against a rightful authority, without the working of strong passions and headlong impulses. What is there to indicate them here ?" " You'll allow, Sir Marmaduke, they are no overlikely to mak' ye a confidant, if they intend a rising," was the dry observation of M'Nab. " True ; but could they conceal their intentions from me — that is the question ? Think you that I should not have discovered them long since, and made them known to the government 1" " I trust you'd have done no such thing, sir," interposed Fred. " I heard Maitland say, there never was a chance of keeping this country down, if we had not a brush with them every thirty or forty years ; and, if I don't mistake, the time for a lesson has just come round." " Is it so certain on which side is to be the teacher ?" said Kate, with a voice whose articulate distinctness actually electrified the party ; and, as it drew their eyes towards her, heightened the flush that mantled on her cheek. " It never occurred to me to doubt the matter," said Fred, with an air of ill-dissembled mortification. " No more than you anticipated it, perhaps," retorted she, quickly ; "and yet events are happening every day which take the world by sur- prise. See there ! — look. That mountain-peak was dark but a moment back ; and now, see the blazing fire that has burst forth upon it !" The whole party started to their feet, and drew near the window, from which, at a distance of about two miles, the red glare of a fire was seen. It burned brightly for some minutes, and then decaying, became extin- guished, leaving the dark mountain black and gloomy as before. " What can it mean ?" said Sir Marmaduke, in amazement. "Can it be some signal of the s«mugglers ? I understand they still venture on this coast." " That mountain yonder is not seen from the bay," said Sir Archy, thoughtfully. " It can scarcely be that." " I think we must ask Miss O'Donoghue for the explanation," said Fred Travers. '* She is the only one here not surprized at its appearance."* "Miss O'Donoghue is one of those who, you assert, are to be taught, and, therefore, unable to teach others," said she, in a low whisper, only audible to Frederick, who stood beside her, and he almost R6Tted at the strange meaning the words seemed to convey. THE O'DONOGB^B' 193 CHAPTER XXI. The visit alluded to in the last chapter formed the first step to an acquaintance which speedily ripened into intimacy. Seldom a day passed without some interchange of civiUties ; and as they progressed in knowledge of each other, they advanced in esteem, so that, ere long, they learned to regard themselves as members of a single family. The conventional usages of society are stronger barriers against friendship than the world deems them. The life of cities suppHes a coinage of social intercourse which but very imperfectly represents the value of true feeling; while in remoter and less cultivated regions, men are satisfied to disencumber themselves of this false currency, and deal frankly and openly with each other. How little now did Sir Marmaduke remember of all Sir Arch/s peculiarities of manner and expression ! how seldom did Sybella think Kate's opinions wild and eccentric ! and how difficult would it have been to convince the fastidious Guardsman, that the society of St. James's possessed any superiority in tone or elegance over the evenings at '' the Lodge.'* The real elements of mutual liking were present here : the dis- crepancy of character and taste — ^the great differences of age, and habit of thought — yet moulded into one common frame of esteem from the very appreciation of qualities in others, in which each felt himself deficient. If Kate admired the simple but high-minded English girl, whose thoughts were rarely faulty, save when attributing to others higher and purer motives than the world abounds in, Sybella looked up with enthusiastic delight to the ghtteriag talents of her Irish friend — the warm and generous glow of her imagination — the brilliant flashes of her wit — the ready eloquence of her tongue, and, perhaps, not least of all, the intrepid fearlessness of her nature, inspired her with sentiments of almost awe, which seemed to deepen, and not diminish her affection for Kate O'Donoghue. It might appear an ungenerous theme to dwell on ; but how often are our friendships suggested by self-love ? — ^how frequently are we led to 194 TED e^PONOGBUJt* think highly and speak praisingly of qualities the opposite to our own, from the self-satisfaction our apparent impartiality yields us. Justice must, indeed, he a great virtue, when its very shadow can ennoble human nature. Not such, however, were the motives here. Kate's admiration for the unerring rectitude of Syhella*s character was as free from taint as was Sybella's heartfelt enthusiasm for the Irish girl. As for Frederick Travers, the same dissimilarity in character which made him at first compare Kate with his sister disadvantageously, now induced him to be struck and fascinated by her qualities. The standard by which he had measured her, she had long since passed, in his estima- tion ; and any idea of a comparison between them would now have appeared ridiculous. It was true many of her opinions savoured of a nationaUty too strong for his admiration. She was intensely Irish — or at least what he deemed such. The traditions which, as a child, she had listened to with eager delight, had given a bias Ix) her mind that grew more confirmed with years. The immediate circumstances of her own family added to this feeling, and her pride was tinctured with sorrow at the fallen condition of her house. All her affection for her cousins could not blind her to their great defects. In Mark she saw one whose spirit seenisd cruoted cmd stunned, and not awakened by the pressure of misfortune. Herbert, with all his kindliness of nature and open-heartedncss, appeared more disposed to enjoy the sun- shine of life, than to prepare himcelf to buffet with its storms. How often she wished she had been a boy ; how many a day-dream floated before her of such a career as she might have struck out ! Ireland a nation — her " own sons her rulers" — ^had been the theme of many an oft-heard tale, and there was a poetry in the sentiment of a people recalled to a long-lost, long-sought-for nationality, that excited and exalted her imagination. Her convent education had stored her mind with narratives of native suffering and Saxon tyranny, and she longed for the day of retribution on the " proud invaders." Great was her disappointment at finding her cousins so dead to every feeling of this kind ; and she preferred the chivalrous ardour of the English soldier to the sluggish apathy of Mark, or the happy indolence of Herbert O'Donoghue. Had Frederick Travers been' an Irishman, would he have borne his country's wrongs so meekly? was a reflection that more than once occurred to her mind, and never more powerfully than on parting with him, the very evening we have mentioned. He had accompanied them, on their re- turn to Carrig-na-curra, which, as the night was fine and the moon neariy at her Ml, they did on foot. Kate, who rarely accepted an arm THE o'donoghxje. 195 wheu walking, had, by some accident, taken his on this occasion, Sir Archy leaning on that of Herbert. The young soldier listened with a high-beating heart, as she related an incident, of which the spot they were traversing had been the scene. It was a faithless massacre of a chieftain and his followers, seduced, under pretences of j&iendship and a pledge of amity. " They told him," said she, "that his young wife, who had been carried away by force, and imprisoned for two entire years, should on this spot be restored to him ; that he had but to come, with twelve of his retainers, unarmed, save wifch their swords, and that here, where we now stand, she should once more become his own. The hour was sunset, and he waited, with anxious impatience, beneath that tall cliff yonder, where you can see the deep cleft. Strange enough, they have added a legend to the true story, as if their wrongs could derive any force from fiction ! and they tell ycu still, that the great rock was i. never split until that night. Thsir name for it, in Irish, is " the rent,'* or " the ruptured pledge." Do I weary you with these old tales ?" *' No, no ; go on, I entreat you. I cannot say how the scene increases its fascinations, from connection vdth your story.*' ** He stood yonder, where the black shadow now crosses the road, and having dismounted, he gave his horse to one of his attendants, and walked, with an aniiious heart, up and down, waiting for their approach. *' There was less sympathy among his followers for their chieftain's sorrow than might be expected ; for she was not a native bom, but the daughter of an English earl- He, perhaps, loved her the more— her very friendlessness was another tie between them." " Says the legend so, or is this a mere suspicion on your part V* whispered Travers softly. " I scarcely know," continued liaie, with an accent less assured than before. " X believe I tell you the tale as I have heard it ; but why may she not have been his own in every sentiment and thought — ^why not have imbibed the right, from him she learned to love ?" The last words were scarcely uttered, when, with a sudden exclamation, less of fear than astonishment, Kate grasped Travers' arm, and exclaimed — ** Did you see that I" " I thought come dark object moved by the road side." " I saw a man pass, as if from behind us, and gaia the thicket yon- der : he was alone, however." "And I am armed," said Travers, coolly. "And if you were not," replied she, proudly, "an O'Donoghue has nothing to fear in the valley of Glenflesk, Let us join my uncle, how- 196 THE o'dokoghue. ever, for' I see he has left us some distance behind him ;'* and while they hastened forward, she resumed her story with the same uncon- cern as before the interruption. TraTcrs hstened eagerly — ^less, it is true, in sympathy with the story, than in delight at the impassioned eloquence of her who related it. " Such," said she, as they turned to bid him farewell at the old keep on the road side, " such are the traditions of our land ; they vary in time and place, and persons; but they have only one moral through all — what a terrible thing is slavery !'* Travers endeavoured to turn the appHcation of her speech, by some common-place compliment about her own powers of inflicting bondage ; but she stopped him suddenly, with " Nay, nay ; these are>not jesting themes, although you may deem them unsuited for one as ignorant and inexperienced as I am ; nor will I speak of them again, if they serve but as matter for laughter." Amid his protestations of innocence against this charge, which, in his ardour, he pushed farther than calmer judgment . might warrant, they shook hands cordially, and parted. " He's a fine-hearted fellow, too," thought Kate, as she slowly moved along in silence. '* Saxon though he be, there's a chord in his bosom that responds to the touch of truth and honour. "Noble girl," said Frederick, half aloud, "it would be hard to rebuke treason, when spoken from such lips;" then added, with a smile — " It's no fair temptation to expose even a Guardsman to." And thus, each speculated on the character of the other, and fancied how, by their own influence, it might be fashioned and moulded to a better form ; nor was their interest lessened in each other's fortune from the fact, that it seemed to involve so much of mutual interposition. "You should not walk this road so late," said Mark O'Donoghue, almost rudely, as he opened the door to admit them. " The smugglers are on the coast now, and frequently come up the glen at nightfall." "Why not have come to be our escort, then?" said Kate, smiling. " "What ? With the gay soldier for your guard," said he, bitterly. " How knew you that, my worthy cousin ?" said Kate, rapidly, and then, with a significant shake of the head, added, in a whisper — " I see thexe are marauders about." Mark blushed till his face became scarlet, and turning abruptly away, sought his own room in silence. THE o'donoghus. 197 CHAPTER XXV. *A DAY OP DIFFICULT NEGOCIATIONS." The time was now approaching when the Travers's were to remove to the capital, and, at Sybella's urgent entreaty, Sir Marmaduke was induced to request that Kate O'Donoghue might accompany them in their visit, and thus enjoy the pleasures of a winter in Dublin, then, second to no city of Europe, in all that constituted social excellence. The note of invitation couched in terms the most flattering and cordial, arrived when the O'Donoghues were seated at breakfast, .and, as was usual on all occasions of correspondence, was opened by Kate herself; scarcely had she thrown her eyes over its contents, when, with a heightened colour, and a slight tremor in her voice, she passed the letter across the table to her uncle, and said — " This is for your consideration, sir." "Then, you must read it for me, Kate," repHed he; "for my ears have outlived my eyes." " Shall I do it," interposed Sir Archy, who, having remarked some hesitation in Kate's manner, came thus good-naturedly to the rescue. " With all my heart, Archy," said the O'Donoghue ; " or rather, if you would do me a favour, just tell me what it is about — poUte correspondence affects me pretty much as the ceremonies of bowing and salutation, when I have a fit of -the gout. I become devilish impatient, and would give the world it was all over, and that I were back in my easy chair again." "The politeness in the present case, lies less in the style than in the substance," said Sir Archy. " This is a vara civil, though, I must say, to me a vara unwelcome proposal, to take our darHng Kate away from us, for a season, and show her some of the life and gaieties of the capital." ( " Well, that is handsomely done, at least," said the O'Donoghue, whose first thought sprung from gratified pride, at the palpable 19S TBS O^DONOGHUE. fridence of social consideration; then suddenly chan^g his tone, he said in a low voice ; ** but what says Kate herself?" Mark turned his eyes full upon her, as his father said these words, and as a deadly pallor came over his face, he sat steadfastly awaiting her reply, like one expecting the decree of a judge. " Kate feels too happy here, sir, to risk anything by a change," replied she, avoiding, even for a second, to look towards where Mark was sitting " But you must not lose such an opportunity, dearest Kate ;" whispered Herbert eagerly into her ear, " These are the scenes, and the places- you are used to, and best fitted to enjoy and to adorn, and^besides—- — ' A stern frown from Mark, who, if he had not overheard tlie speech, seemed to have guessed its import, suddenly arrested' the youth, who now looked overwhelmed with confusion. " We are a divided cabinet ; that I see plainly enough, Kate ;" ©aid O'Donoghue ; " though, if our hearts were to speak out, I'd warrant they would be of one mind. Still, this would be a selfish verdict, my dear girl, and a poor requital for all the happiness you havebrought'back to these old walls ;" and the words were spoken with a degree of feeling that made all indisposed to break the silence that followed. " I should like to see the capital, I own," said Kate, " if my absence v/ere to be a short one." " And I wad hae nae objection the capital should see yersel," said Sir Archy ; ** albeit, I may lose a sweetlieart by my generosity." " Have no fears of my fidelity," said Kate, laughing, as she ex- tended her hand towards him, while, with, antique gallantry, he pressed it to his lips. " The youth of this land are not, so far as my little experience goes, likely to supplant so true an admirer ; they who have so little devotion to their country, may well be suspected of having less for its daughters.' Mark's brow grew dark with the flush that covered his face and forehead in an instant ; he bent his head almost to the table to avoid observation, and, as if in the distraction of the moment, he took up the note and seemed to pore over its contents ; then suddenly crushing it in his hand, he arose from the table and left the room* " My sweet Kate," said Sir Archy, as he led her within the deep recess of a window, " tak care ye dinna light up a flame of treason, where ye only hoped to warm a glow of patriotism ; such eyes and. lips THE o'DONOGHTTE. 19$ m yours are but too ready teachers ; be cautious, lassie. This countiyi however others may think, is on the eve of some mighty struggle ; the people have abandoned many of their old grudges and seem disposed to unite." " And the gentry— where are they, who should stand at their head and share their fortune ?" cried Kate eagerly ; for the warning, so far from conveying the intended moral only stimulated her ardour and excited her curiosity. "The gentry," replied Sir Archy, in a firm, decided tone, "are better satisfied to live under a govermnent they dislike, than to be at the mercy of a rabble they despise. I ha'e lived langer than you in this . dreary world, lassie, and trust me, the poetry of patriotism has little relation to the revengeful fury of rebellion. You wish freedom for those who cannot enjoy the portion of it they possess. It is time to ©utlive the evil memories of the past, we want here — time, to blunt the acuteness of former and long-past sufferings — time, to make traditions so far forgotten as to be inapplicable to the present — ^time, to read the homely lesson, that one half the energy a people can expend in revolt, will raise them in the rank of civilized and cultivated beings." " Time, to make Irishmen forget that the land of their birth was ever other than an English province," added Kate, impetuously. " No, no, it was not thus your own brave countrymen understood their ^devoirs.''" " They rallied round the standard of a prince thsy loved, lassie," said M*Nab, in a tone whose fervour contrasted with his former accent. *' And will you tell me that the principle of freedom is not more sacred than the person of the sovereign?" said Kate, tauntingly. ** There can be nae mistake about the one, but folks may have vara unsettled notions of the other," said he, drily; "but we mauna quarreL Kate dear ; our time is e'en too short already. Sit ye down and sing me a sang.'' " It shall be a rebel one, then, I promise you,*' rephed she, wiih an air of defiance which it was impossible to pronounce more reql or assumed. " But here comes a visitor to interrupt us, and so your loyalty is saved for this time." The observation was made in reference to a traveller, who, seated in a very antique looking dennet, was seen slowly labouring his wearied horse up the steep ascent to the castle, *^Ifs Swaby, father," cried Herbert, who immediately recognized the equipage of the Cork attorney, and felt a certain uneasiness come him. at the unexpected appearance. " What brings him down to these parts ?" said the O'Donoghue, )D0 THE o'dONOGHUE. affecting an air of surprise — " on his way to Killamey, perhaps. "Well, well, they may let him in.** The announcement did not, to all appearance, afford much pleasure to the others, for scarcely had the door bell ceased its jingle, when each quitted the drawing-room, leaving O'Donoghue alone to receive his man of law. Although the O'Donoghue waited with some impatience for the entrance of his legal adviser, that worthy man did not make his appear- ance at once, his progress to the drawing-room being arrested by Sir Archy, who, with a significant gesture, motioned him to follow him to his chamber. " I will no* detain you many minutes, Mr. Swaby,'* said he, as he made signs for him to be seated. " I hae a sma* matter of business in which you can serve me. I need scarcely observe, I reckon on youi- secrecy.** Mr. Swaby closed one eye, and placed the tip of his finger on his nose — a pantomime intended to represent the most perfect fideUty. "I happen,*' resumed Sir Archy, apparently satisfied with this pledge ; " I happen at this moment to need a certain sum of money, and would wish to receive it on these securities. They are title deeds of a property, which, for reasons I have no leisure at this moment to explain, is at present held by a distant relative in trust for my heir. You may perceive that the value is considerable'* — and he pointed to a formidable array of figures which covered one of the margins. " The sum I re- quire is only a thousand pounds — five hundred at once — immediately — the remainder in a year hence. Can this be arranged ? " Money was never so scarce,** said Swaby, as he wiped his spectacles and unfolded one of the cumbrous parchments. " Devil take me, if I know where it*s all gone to. It was only last week I was trying to raise five thousand for old Hoare on the Ballyrickan property, and I could not get any one to advance me sixpence. The country is unsettled you see. There's a notion abroad that we'll have a rising soon, and who knows what's to become of landed property after.** ** This estate is in Perth," said M'Nab, tapping the deeds with his finger. "So I perceive,'* replied Swaby; "and they have no objection to a * shindy* there too, sometimes. The Pretender got some of your coun- trymen into a pretty scrape with his tricks. There are fools to be had for asking, every where." " "We vdll no' discuss this question just noo,** said Sir Archy, ssAp- THE o'dONOGHUE. 201 ■ *shly ; " and, to return to the main point, please to inform me, is this joan impracticable V " I didn't say it was, all out," said Swaby. " In about a week or two " " I must know before three days," interrupted M'Nab. " His honour's waiting for Mr. Swaby," said Kerry, who now ap- peared in the room, without either of the others having noticed his entrance. Sir Archy rose with an angry brow, but spoke not a syllable, while he motioned Kerry to leave the room. "You must join my brother-in-law, sir," said he at last; "and if our conversation is not already become the gossip of the house, I entreat of you to keep it a secret." " That, of course," said Swaby j " but I'm thinking I've hit on a way to meet your wishes, so we'll talk of the matter again this evening;" and thus saying, he withdrew, leaving Sir Archy in a frame of mind very far, indeed, from tranquil or composed Swaby* s surprise at his interview with Sir Archy, whom he never had the slightest suspicion of possessing any property whatever, was even surpassed by his astonishment on hearing the favourable turn of O'Donoghue's affairs ; and, while he bestowed the requisite attention to follow the old man's statement, his shrewd mind was also engaged in speculating what probable results might accrue from this unexpected piece of fortune, and how they could best be turned to his own benefit. O'Donoghue was too deeply interested in his own schemes, to question Swaby respecting his business with M*Nab, of which Kerry O'Leary had already given him a hint. The attorney was, therefore, free to deliberate in his own mind how far he might most advantageously turn the prosperity of the one, to the aid of the other, for the sole benefit of himself. It is not necessary, nor would it conduce to the object of this story, to ask the reader's attention to this interview. It will be enough to say, that Swaby heard with pleasure O'Donoghue's disclosure, re- cognizing, with practised acuteness, how far he could turn such unlooked- for prosperity to his own purposes, and subsidize one brother-in-law, at the expense of both. While thus each within the limit of this narrow household was fol- lowing out the thread of his destiny, eagerly bent on their several objects, Kate O'Donoghue sat alone, at the window of her chamber, buried in deep thought. The prospect of her approaching visit to the capital presented itself in so many aspects, that, while offering plea- sures and enjoyments none relished more highly than herself, she yet Wn THB 0^]9ONO(3WUE. saw difficulties which might render tlw step unadvisable, irnot perilbus. Of all considerations, money was the one wliich least had occupied any share in her calculations ; yet now she bethought herself, that expense must necessarily be incurred, wliich her uncle's finances could but ill afford. No sooner had this thought occurred to her, than she was amazed it had not struck her before, and she felt actually startled, lest, in her eagerness for the promised pleasure, she had only listened to the suggestion of selfishness. In a moment more she determined to decline the invitation. She was not one to' take half measures when she be- lieved a point of principle to be engaged ; and the only difficulty now lay, how and in what manner to reflise an offer proffered with so much kindness. The note itself must open the way, thought she, and at the instant she remembered how Mark had taken it from the breakfast- table. She heard his heavy step as he paced backwa:rds and forwards in his chamber overhead, and without losing another moment, hastily ascended the stairs to his door ; her hand was already outstretched to knock, when suddenly she hesitated ; a strange confusion came over her faculties — how would Mark regard her request ? — would he attribute it to over- eagerness on the subject of the invitation. Such were the questions which occurred to her; and as quick came the answer — **And let him think so. I shall certainly not seek to undeceive him. He alone, of all here, has vouchsafed me neither any show of his affection nor his confidence." The flush mounted to her cheek, and her eyes darkened with the momentary excitement ; and at the same instant the door was suddenly thrown open, and Mark stood before her. Such was his astonishment, however, that for some seconds he could not speak ; when at last he uttered in a low, deep voice — "I thought I heard a hand upon the lock, and I am so su«pieious of that fellow, Kerry, who frequently plays the eaves-dropper here " *' Not when you are alone, Mark 1" said Kate, smiling. ** Ay— even then. I have a foohsh habit of thinking aloud, of which I strive in vain to break myself; and he seems to know it, too.*' " There is another absent trick you have acquired also,'* said she, laughing. " Do you remember having carried off the note that came while we were at breakfast ?" " Did I ?" said he, reddening. " Did I take it off the table T Te^ yes ; I remember something of it now. You must forgive me, cousin, if these careless habits take the sh^e of rudeness^" He seemed over- whelmed with confusion, as he added, "I know not why I put it into toy pocket ; here it is."* THE 0*DONOGHTJE. 203 And so saying, he drew from the breast of^ his coat a crashed and crumpled paper, and gave it into Kate's hand. She wished to say something in reply — something which would seem kind and good natured ; but, somehow, she faltered and hesitated. She twice got as far as, "I know, Mark — I am certain, Mark;** then unable to say what, perhaps, her very indecision rendered more difficult, sh« merely uttered a brief "thank you," and withdrew. " Poor fellow !" said she, as she re-entered her own chamber, "his is the hardest lot of all/' She had often wished to persuade herself that Bfark's morose, sullen humour was the discontent of one who felt the ignominy of an inglo- rious life — that habits of recklessness had covered, but not obliterated the traces of that bold and generous spirit for which his family had been long distinguished ; and now, -for the first time, she believed she had fallen on the evidences of such a temper. Sbe pondered long on this theme, and fancied how, under circumstances favourable to their development, Mark's good qualities and courageous temper, had won for him .both fame and honour. " And here," exclaimed she, half aloud, " here, he may live and die a peasant 1" With a deep sigh, she threw herself into a chair, and as if to turn her thoughts into some channel less suggestive of gloom, she opened the letter Mark had given her. Scarcely, .however, had she cast her eyes over it, when she uttered a faint cry, too faint, indeed, to express any mere sense of fear, but in an accent in which terror and amazement were equally blended. The epistle was a brief one — not more than a few lines — and she had read it at a glance, before ever there was time to consider how far her doing so was a breach of confidence ; indeed, the intense inte- rest of the contents left little room for any self-examinings. It ran thus : — ** Dear Brother — No precipitation — ^no haste — nothing can be done without France. T. has now good hopes from that quarter, and if not 30,000, 20,000, or at least 15,000 will be given, and arms for double the number. Youghal is talked of as a suitable spot ; and H. has sent charts, &c. over. Above all, be patient ; trust no rumours, and rely on us for the earliest and the safest intelligence, L. will hand you this. You must contrive to learn the cipher, as any correspond dence discovered would ruin all. " Your^s ever, and in the cause,. "H. R» Here, then, was the youth she had been commiserating for his ca- 204 THE o'donoghue. reer of lowly and unambitious hopes — here, the mere peasant ! the accomplice of some deep and desperate plot, in which the arms of France, should be employed against the government of England. Was this the secret of his pre-occupation and his gloom ? Was it to con- centrate his faculties on such a scheme, that he lived this lonely and secluded life ? " Oh, Mark, Mark, how have I misjudged you 1" she exclaimed, and as she uttered the words, came the thought, quick as a lightning flash, to her mind — what terrible hazards such a tempera- ment as his must incur in an enterprise hke this — without experience of men or any knowledge of the world whatever — without habitual pru- dence, or caution of any kind. The very fact of his mistaking the letter — a palpable evidence of hia unfitness for trust. Reckless by nature — ^more desperate still from the fallen fortunes of his house. What would become of him ? Others would wait the time and calculate their chances. He would listen to nothing but the call of danger. She knew him well, from boyhood upwards, and had seen him often more fasci- nated by peril, than others were by pleasure. As she reasoned thus, her thoughts insensibly turned to all the dangers of such an enterprise as she believed him engaged in. The fascinating visions of a speculative patriotism, soon gave way before the terrors she now conjured up. She knew he was the only tie that bound his father to existence, and that any misfortune to Mark, would be the old man*s death-blow. Nor were these the most poignant of her reflections, for she now remembered how often she had alluded tauntingly to those who lived a life of mean or inglorious ambition ; how frequently she had scofi'ed at the miserable part of such as, endowed with high names and ancient lineage, evinced no desire to emerge from an ignoble position, and assume a station of eminence and power ; could she, then, have contributed to this youth's rash step, had her idle words and random speeches driven him to embrace a cause, where his passions, and not his judgment were inter^sfcgd ■? What misery was in this fear ? Each moment increased the agony of this reflection, *^!fe bsrr doubts as to how she ought to act, thickened around her. S V /kchy, alone, was capable of advising her, his calm and unbiassed xcason, would be now invaluable, but dare she — even to him, make use of a confidence thus accidentally obtained? Would Mark — could he ever forgive her? and how many others might such a disclosure compromise! In this dilemma, she knew no course open to her, but one — to address herself at once to Mark, to explain how his secret had become known, ^ leam from him as much as lay in her power of the dangers and THE o'donoghue. 205 difficulties of the meditated revolt, and if unable to dissuade Mm from participation, at least to mingle with his resolves all she could of prudence, or good counsel. The determination was scarcely formed, when she was once more at the door of his chamber ; she knocked twice, without any reply following, then gently opened the door. The room was vacant, he was gone. I will write to him, said she hurriedly, and with this new resolve, hastened to her chamber, and began a letter. The task she proposed to herself, was not so easy of accom- plishment ; a dozen times, she endeavoured while explaining the accident that divulged his secret, to impress him with the hazard of an undertaking, so palpably depicted, and to the safe keeping of which, his own carelessness, might prove fatal ; but each effort dis- satisfied her. In one place, she seemed not to have sufficiently apologized for her unauthorized cognizance of his note ; in another, the stress she laid upon this very point, struck her as too selfish, and too personal in a case, where another's interests were the real consideration at issue; and even when presenting before him the vicissitudes of fortune to which his venturous career would expose him, she felt how every word contradicted the tenor of her own assertions for many a day and week previous. In utter despair how to act, she ended by enclosing the letter with merely these few words : — " I have read the enclosed, but your secret is safe with me. " K. O'D." This done, she sealed the packet and had just written the address, when, with a tap at the door Sir Archy entered, and approached the table. "With a tact and delicacy he well understood. Sir Archy explained the object of his visit — to press upon Kate's acceptance a sum of money sufficient for her outlay in the capital. The tone of half authority he assumed disarmed her at once, and made her doubt how far she could feel justified in opposing the wishes of her friends concerning her. *' Then you really desire I should go to Dublin," said she. "I do, Kate, for many reasons — reasons which I shall have httlg difficulty in explaining to you hereafter." " I half regret I ever thought of it," said Kate, speaking her thoughts unconsciously aloud. "Not the less reason perhaps for going,*' said Sir Archy, drily; whileat US TBfi 0'i>0NOGHU£. the same moment his ey« caught thp letter bearing Mark O'Donoghue't name. Kate saw on what his glance was fixed, and grew red with shame and canfusion. " Be it so then, uncle," said she, resolutely. "I do not aeek to know the reasons you speak of, for if you were to ask my own against the project, I should not be able to frame them ; it was mere caprice.'* " I hope so, dearest Kate," said he, with a tone of deep affection'— ** I hope so with all my heart ;" and thus saying, he pressed her hand fervently between his own and left the room. CHAPTER XXVI. A. XiAax wTENiva jur home. "With the experience of past events to guide us, it would appear now that a most unaccountable apathy existed in the Enghsh Cabinet of the period, with regard to the plan of invasion meditated against Ireland by France ; nor is it easy to determine whether this indifference pro- ceeded more from ignorance of the danger, or that amount of informa- tion concerning it, which disposed the Minister to regard it as little important. From whatever cause proceeding, one thing is sufficiently clear-— the emissaries of France pervaded the country in every part without impe- diment or molestation j statistical information the most minute was for- warded to Paris every week ; the state of popular opinion, the condition of parties, the amount of troops disposable by Government — even t^ spirit which animated them, were reported and commented on, and made the subject of discussion in the " bureau" of the War Minister of France. To such an extent was this system carried, that more than once the French authorities became suspicious regarding the veracity of statements, from the very facihty with which their detidls were com- municated, and hinted, that such regularity in correspondence might be owing to the poHte attentions of the English Cabinet; and to this distrust is in a great measure to be attributed the vacillating and hesitating policy which marked their own deliberations. THE o'dONOGHUE. 3^1^ Tone's letters show the wearisome toil of his negociation ; the assu- rances of aid obtained after months of painful, harrassing solicitation, deferred or made dependent on some almost impossible conditions ; gua- rantees demanded from him which he neither could nor would accord ; information sought, which, were they in actual possession of the country, would have been a matter of difficult acquisition ; and after all, when the promised assistance was granted, it came coupled with hints and acknowledgements that the independence of Ireland was nothing in their eyes, save as inflicting a death blow to the power and greatness of England. In fact, neither party was satisfied with the compact long before the time of putting it in operation arrived. Meanwhile the insurgents spared no efforts to organize a powerful body among the peasantry, and, at least numerically, to announce to France, a strong and effective co- operation. Such reports were necessary to enable Tone to press his demand more energetically ; and although he never could have deceived himself as to the inutility of such undiscipHned and almost unarmed masses, still they looked plausible on paper, and vouched for the will- ingness of the people to throw off the yoke of England. It is now well known, that the French party in Ireland was really very small. The dreadful wrongs inflicted on the Roman Catholic church during the Revolution could not be forgotten or forgiven by that priesthood, who were their brethren ; nor could it be supposed that they would lend a willing aid to further a cause which began its march to freedom over the ashes of their church. Such as were best capable of pronouncing on the project — those educated in France — were naturally fearful of a repetition at home of the horrible scenes they had witnessed abroad, and thus the "patriots" lost the aid which, more than any other, could have stirred the heart of the nation. Abstract principles of hberty are not the most effective appeals to a people ; and although the French agents were profuse of promises, and the theme of EngUsh oppression could be chaunted with innumerable variations, the right chord of native sentiment was never touched, and few joined the cause, save those who, in every country and in every age, are patriots — because they are paupers. Some, indeed, like the young O'Donoghue, were sincere and determined. Drawn in at first by impulses more purely personal than patriotic, they soon learned to take a deep interest in the game, and grew fascinated with a scheme which exalted themselves into positions of trust and importance. The neces- sity of employing this lure, and giving the adherents of the cause their share of power and influence, was another great source of weakness. 208 THE o'donoghue. Diversity of opinion arose on every subject ; personal altercations of the bitterest kind; reproaches and insinuations, passod continually between them, and it needed all the skill and management of the chiefs to reconcile, even temporarily, these discordant ingredients, and main- tain any semblance of agreement among these *' United Irishmen." Among those who lived away from such scenes of conflict, the great complaint was the delay. ' " "What are we waiting for V* " When are we to strike the blow?" — ^were the questions ever arising; and their inability to answer such satisfactorily to the people, only increased their chagrin and disappointment. If the sanguine betrayed impatience, the despondent — and there are such in every cause — showed signs of vacil- lation, and threw out dark hints of treachery and betrayal ; while between both were the great masses, moved by every passing rumour, and as difficult to restrain to-day, as impossible to muster to-morrow. Such, briefly, was the condition of the party into which Mark O'Donoghue threw his fortune in hfe, as reckless of his fate as he was Ignorant of the precise objects in view, or the means proposed for their accomplishment. His influence among the people was considerable. Independently of all claims resulting from his name and family, he was individually a great favourite with them. Personal courage and daring — skill in every manly exercise, and undaunted resolution — are gifts which, when coupled with a rough, good nature, and a really kind heart, are certain of winning their way among a wild and uncultivated people ; and thus, Herbert, who scarcely ever uttered a harsh word — whose daily visits to the sick were a duty Sir Archy expected from him — whose readiness to obhge was the theme of every tongue, was less their favourite than his brother. This influence, which, through Lanty Lawler, was soon reported to the delegates in Dublin, was the means of Mark's being taken into special confidence, and of a command being conferred on him, for the duties and privileges of which, he was informed, a few days would sufficiently instruct him. Nearly a week had elapsed from the day on which Kate addressed her note to Mark, and he had not yet returned home. Such absences were common enough ; but now, she felt an impatience almost amount- ing to agony, at the thought of what treasonable and dangerous projects he might be engaged in, and the doubt became a torture, how far she ought to conceal her own discovery from others. At length camethe evening before her own departure from Carrig- na-curra, and they were seated around the tea-table, thoughtful and THE O DONOGHUE. 209 silent by turns, as are they who meet for the last time before separation* Although she heard with pleasure the announcement that Herbert would be her companion to the capital, where he was about to take up his residence as a student in Trinity College, her thoughts wanderei/ away to the gloomier fortunes of Mark, darker as they now seemed, i| comparison with the prospects opening before his brother. Of all the party, Herbert alone was in good "spirits. The career was about to begin which had engrossed all his boyish ambition — the great race of intellect his very dreams had dwelt upon. What visions did he conjure of emulative ardour to carry off the prize among his com- panions, and win fame that might reflect its lustre on all his after life. From his very childhood. Sir Archy had instilled into him this thirst for distinction, wisely substituting such an ambition for any other less ennobling. He had taught him to believe that there would be more true honour in the laurels . there won, than in all the efforts, however suc- cessful, to bring back the lost glories of their once proud house. And now he was on the very threshold of that career his heart was centred in. No wonder is it, then, if his spirits were high, and his pulse throbbing. Sir Archy' s eyes seldom wandered from him ; he seemed as if reading the accomplishment of all his long teaching ; and as he watched the flashing looks and the excited gestures of the boy, appeared as though calculating how far such a temperament might minister to, or mar his future fortune. The O'Donoghue was more thoughtful than usual. The idea of approaching solitude, so doubly sad to those advanced in life, depressed him. His evenings, of late, had been passed in a happy enjoyment he had not known for years before. Separation to the young is but the rupture of the ties of daily intercourse — to the old, it has all the solemn meaning of a warning, and tells of the approach of the last dreadful parting, when adieux are said for ever. He could not help those gloomy forebodings, and he was silent arid depressed. Kate's attention wandered from the theme of Herbert's anticipated pleasures, to think again of him, for whom none seemed now interested. She had listened long and anxiously for some sound to mark his coming, but all was still without, and on the road, for miles, the moonlight showed no object moving ; and, at last, a deep reverie succeeded to this state of anxiety, and she sat lost to, all around her. Meanwhile, Sir Archy, in a low, impressive voice, was warning Herbert of the dangers of involving himself in any way in the conflicts of party politics, then so high in Dublin. He cautioned him to reject those extreme opinions so fascinating to 210 THE o'dONOGHUE. young minds, and which either give an unwarrantable bias to the judg- ment through Ufe, or which, when their fallacy is detected, lead to a reac- tion as violent, and notions as false. " Win character and reputation first, Herbert : gain the position from which your opinions will come with influ- ence, and then, my boy, with judgment not rashly formed, and a mind trained to examine great questions — then, you may fearlessly enter the lists, free to choose yoUr place and party. You cannot be a patriot this way, in the newspaper sense of the term. — It is possible, too, our dear Kate may deem your ambition a poor one '* ** Kate, did you say? — Kate, uncle," said she, raising her head, with a look of abstraction. " Yes, my dear, I was speaking o' some of the dangers that beset the first steps in political opinion, and telUng Herbert that peril does not always bring honour.*' " True, sir — true : but Mark " She stopped, and the blush that covered her face suffused her neck and shoulders. It was not till her lips pronounced the name, that she detected how inadvertently she had revealed the secret of her own musings. " Mark, my sweet Kate is, I trust, in no need of my warnings ; he lives apart from the struggle, and were it otherwise, he is older, and more able to form his opinions than Herbert, here." These words were spoken calmly, and with a studious desire to avoid increasing Kate's confusion. " "What about Mark ?" cried the O'Donoghue, suddenly aroused by the mention of the name. " It's very strange he should not be here to say * good-bye' to Kate. Did any one tell him of the time fixed for your departure ?" *' I told him of it, and he has promised to be here," said Herbert ; " be was going to Beerhaven for a day or two, for the shooting ; but, droll enough, he has left his gun behind him." " The boy's not himself at all, latterly," muttered the old man. "Lanty brought up two horses here the other day, and he would not even go to the door to look at them. I don't know what he's thinking of." Kate never spoke, and tried with a great efibrt to maintain a look of calm unconcern ; when, with that strange instinct so indescribable and so inexplicable, she felt Sir Archy's eyes fixed upon her, her cheek became deadly pale. "There, there he comes, and at a slapping pace, too !" cried Herbert ; and, as he spoke, the clattering sound of a fast gallop was heard as- cending the causeway, and the next moment the bell sent forth a loud summons. THE o'dONOGHUE. 211 "I knew he'd keep his word," said the boy, proudly, as he walked to meet him. The door opened, and Frederick Travers appeared. So unexpected was the disappointment, it needed all Sir Archy*s practised politeness to conceal from the young Guardsman the discomfi- ture of the rest : nor did he entirely succeed, for Frederick was no com- mon observer, and failed not to detect in every countenance around, that his was not the coming looked for. " I owe a thousand apologies for the hour of my visit, not to speak of its abruptness," said he, graciously ; " but we only learned acci- dentally to-day that Herbert was going up to Dublin, and my father sent me to request he would join our party." " He is about to enter college," said Sir Archy, half fearing to direct the youth's mind from the great object of his journey. "Beit so," said Fred, gaily; "we'll talk Virgil and Homer on the road." " I'm afraid such pleasant companionship may put Greece and Rome in the background," said Sir Archy, drily. "I'll answer for it he'll be nothing the worse for the brief respite from study ; besides you'd not refuse me his company, when I tell you that otherwise I must travel alone. My father in his wisdom having decided to despatch me half a day in advance, to make preparations for his arrival. Is that quite fair. Miss O'Donoghue?" " I protest I think not, as regards us. As for you," added she, archly," "I should say, so accomplished a traveller always, finds sufficient to amuse him on the least interesting journey. I remember a little theory of yours on that subject ; you mentioned it the first time I had the pleasure to meet you." The allusion was with reference to the manner in which Travers made her acquaintance in the Bristol packet, and the cool assurance of which, she, with most womanly pertinacity, had not yet forgiven. Travers, who had often felt ashamed of the circumstance, and had hoped it long since forgotten, looked the very picture of confusion. " I perceive Sir Archibald has not taught you to respect his native proverb. Miss O'Donoghue, and let 'by-gones be by-gones.'" " I hae taught her nothing Scotch, sir," replied Sir Archy, smiling ; "but to love a thistle, and that e'en, because it has sting." ** Not from thase that know how to take it, uncle," said she, archly, and with a fond expression that lit up the old man's face in smiles. The Guardsman was less at his ease than usual ; and, having arranged the matter of his visit satisfactorily, arose to take his leave. ** Then you'll be ready for me at eight, Herbert. My father is a V2 THE O'OONOOHUE. Iiartinet in punctuality, and the phaeton will not be a second behind '/y^^£^ ^i '^. THE O DONOGHUE. 217 " We were not over particular on that score," said Talbot, laughing. "A few young college men seeking some days' amusement in the wild mountains of this picturesque district, could well aiFord to rough it for the enjoyment of the ramble." " You should visit us in the autumn," said O'Donoghue, " when our heaths and arbutus blossoms are in beauty ; then, they who have tra- velled far, tell me that there is nothing to be seen in Switzerland finer than this valley. Draw your chair over here, and let me have the plea- sure of a glass of wine with you.'* The party had scarcely taken their places at the table, when Mark re-entered the room, heated and excited with the chase of the fugi- tives. " They're off," muttered he, angrily, " down the glen, and I only hope they may lose their way in it, and spend the night upon the heather." As he spoke, he turned his eyes to the corner of the room, where Kerry, in a state of the most abject fear, was endeavouring to extract a cork from a bottle by means of a very impracticable screw. *' Ah ! you there," cried he, as his eyes flashed fire. ' " Hold the bottle up — hold it steady, you old fool," and with a savage grin he drew a pistol from his breast pocket and levelled it at the mark. Kerry was on his knees, one hand on the floor and in the other the bottle, which, despite all his efforts, he swayed backwards and forwards. " O master, darlin' — O Sir Archy, dear— Joseph and Mary !" "I've drank too much wine to hit it flying," said Mark, with a half drunken laugh, " and the fool won't be steady. There ;" and as he spoke, the crash of the report resounded through the room, and the neck of the bottle was snapped off about half an inch below the cork. "Neatly done, Mark — not a doubt of it," said the O'Donoghue, as he took the bottle from Kerry's hand, who, with a pace a kangaroo might have envied, approached the table, actually dreading to stand up straight in Mark's presence. At the risk of being thought an epicure," said M*Nab, " I maun say I'd like my wine handled more tenderly. " It was cleverly done though," said Talbot, helping himself to a bumper from the broken flask. " I remember a trick we used to have at St. Cyr, which was, to place a bullet on a cork, and then, at fifteen paces cut away the cork and drop the bullet into the bottle." " No man ever did that twice," cried Mark, rudely. " I'll wager a hundred guineas I do it twice, within five shots," said Talbot, with the most perfect coolness. 218 THE O DONOGHUB. *' Done, for a hundred — I say done," said Mark, slapping him fami- liarly on the shoulder. " I'll not win your money on such unfair ternus," said Talbot, laugh- ing, "and if I can refrain from taking too much of this excellent Bourdeaux, I'll do the trick to-morrow without a wager." Mark, hke most persons who place great store by feats of skill and address, felt vexed at the superiority claimed by another, answered carelessly, "that, after all, perhaps the thing were easier than it seemed.'* "Very true," chimed in Talbot, mildly; "what we have neither done ourselves nor seen done by another, has always the appearance of difficulty. What is called wisdom is little other than the power of cal- culating success or failure on grounds of mere probability. " Your definition has the advantage of being sufficient for the occa- sion," said Sir Archy, smiling. " I am happy to find our glen has not disappointed you ; but if you have not seen the Lake and the Bay of Glengarifi^, I anticipate even a higher praise from you." " We spent the day on the water," replied Talbot ; "and if it were not a heresy, I should affirm, that these bold mountains are grander and more sublime in the desolation of winter, than even when clothed in the purple and gold of summer. There was a fine sea, too, rolling into that great Bay, bounding upon the rocks, and swelling proudly against the tall cliffs, which, to my eye, is more pleasurable than the glassy surface of calm water. Motion is the life of inanimate objects, and life has always its own powers of excitement.'' While they conversed thus, M'Nab, endeavouring, by adroit allusions to the place, to divine the real reason of the visit, and Talbot, by encomiums on the scenery, or, occasionally, by the expression of some abstract proposition, seeking to avoid any direct interrogatory — Mark, who had grown weary of a dialogue which, even in his clearer moments, would not have interested him, drank deeply from the wine before him, filUng and re-filling a large glass unceasingly, while the O'Donoghue merely paid that degree of attention which politeness demanded. It was thus that, while Sir Archy believed he was pushing Talbot closely on the objects of his coming, Talbot was, in reality, obtaining from him much information about the country generally, the habits of the people, and their modes of life, which he effected in the easy, un- constrained manner of one perfectly calm and unconcerned. "The life of a fisherman," said he, in reply to a remark of Sir Archy' s — " the life of a fisherman is, however, a poor one ; for though his gains are great, at certain seasons, there are days — ay, whole months, he cannot THE o'donoghub. 219 venture out to sea. Now it strikes me, that iu that very Bay of Bantiy the swell must be terrific, when the wind blows from the west, or the nor'-west." " You are right — quite right," answered M'Nab, who at once entered freely into a discussion of the condition of the Bay, under the various changing circumstances of wind and tide. **Many of our poor fellows have been lost within my own memory, and, indeed, save when we have an easterly wind " "An easterly wind?" re-echoed Mark, lifting his head suddenly from between his hands, and staring in half-drunken astonishment around him. " Is that the toast — did you say that ?" *' With all my heart," said Sir Archy, smiling. " There are few sentiments deserve a bumper better, by any who live in these parts. Won't you join us, Mr. Talbot ?" " Of course I will," said Talbot, laughing, but with all his efforts to seem at ease, a quick observer might have remarked the look of warn- ing he threw towards the young O'Donoghue. " Here, then," cried Mark, rising, while the wine trickled over his hand from a brimming goblet — " I'll give it — are you ready ?" " All ready, Mark," said the O'Donoghue, laughing heartily at the serious gravity of Mark's countenance. " Confound it," cried the youth, passionately ; " I forget the jingle." " Never mind — ^never mind," interposed Talbot, slily ; "we'll pledge it with as good a mind." " That's — that's it," shouted Mark, as the last word clinked upon his memory. " I have it now," and his eyes sparkled, and his brows were met, as he called out — ** A stout heart and mind, And an easterly wind, And the devil behind The Saxon." " Sir Archy laid down his glass untasted, while Talbot, bursting forth into a well-acted laugh, cried out, "You must excuse me from repeating your amiable sentiment, which, for aught I can guess, may be a sarcasm on my own country." " I'd like to hear the same toast explained," said Sir Archy, cautiously, while his looks wandered alternately from Mark to Talbot. *' So you shall, then," replied Mark, sternly, " and this very moment too." THE O DONOGHUE. " Come, that's fair," chimed in Talbot, while he fixed his eyes on the youth, with such a steady gaze as seemed actually to have pierced the dull vapour of his clouded intellect, and flashed light ^upon his addled brain. " Let us hear your explanation." Mark, for a second or two, looked hke one suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, and trying to collect his wandering faculties, while, as if instinctively seeking the clue to his bewilderment from .Talbot, he never turned his eyes from him. As he sat thus, he looked the very ideal of half-drunken stupidity. " I'm afraid we have no right to ask the explanation," whispered Talbot into M'Nab's ear. ** We ought to be satisfied, if he give us the rhyme, even though he forgot the reason." ** I'm thinking you're right, sir," replied M'Nab ; "but I suspect we hae na the poet before us, ony mair than the interpreter." Mark's faculties, in slow pursuit of Talbot's meaning, had just at this instant overtaken their object, and he burst forth into a boisterous fit of laughter, which, whatever sentiment it might have excited in the others, relieved Talbot, at least, from all his former embarrassment : he saw that Mark had, though late, recognised his warning, and was at once relieved from any uneasiness on the score of his imprudence. Sir Archy was, however, very far from feeling satisfied. "What he had heard, brief and broken as it was, but served to excite his suspi- cions, and make him regard this guest as at least a very doubtful cha- racter. Too shrewd a diplomatist to push his inquiries any further, he adroitly turned the conversation upon matters of comparative in- difference, reserving to himself the part of acutely watching Talbof s manner, and narrowly scrutinizing the extent of his acquaintance with Mark O'Donoghue. In whatever school Talbot had been taught, his skill was more than a match for Sir Archy's. Not only did he at once detect the meaning of the old man's policy ; but he contrived to make it subservient to his own views, by the opportunity it afforded him of estimating the influence he was capable of exerting over his nephew ; and how far, if need were, Mark should become dependent on his will, rather than on that of any member of his own family. The frankness of his manner, the seeming openness of his nature, rendered his task a matter of apparent amusement ; and none at the table looked in every respect more at ease than Harry Talbot. While Sir Archy was thus endeavouring, with such skill as he pos- sessed, to worm out the secret reason — and such, he well knew, there must be — of Talbot's visit to that unfrequented region, Kerry O'Leary was speculating, with all his imaginative ability, how best to account THE o'donoghui. 221 for that event. The occasion was one of more than ordinary diffi- culty. Talbot looked neither like a bailiff nor a sheriff's officer ; neither had he outward signs of a lawyer or an attorney. Kerry was conversant with the traits of each of these. If he were a suitor fot Miss Kate, his last guess, he was a day too late. "But sure he couldn't be that: he'd never come with a throop of noisy vagabonds, in the dead of the night, av he was after the young lady. Well, well, he bates me out — sorra lie in it," said he, drawing a heavy sigh, and crossing his hands before him in sad resignation. *' On my conscience, then, it was a charity to cut your hair for you, anyhow!" said Mrs. Branagan, who had been calmly meditating on the pistol-shot, which, in grazing Kerry's hair, had somewhat damaged his locks. " See, then — ^^by the holy mass ! av he went half an inch lower, it's my life he'd be after taking ; and if he was fifty O'Donoghues, I'd have my vingince. Bad cess to me, but they think the likes of me isn't fit to live at all." " They do," responded Mrs. Branagan, with a mild puff of smoko from the corner of her mouth — " they do ; and if they never did worse than extarminate such varmin, their sowls would have an easiet time of it." Kerry's brow lowered, and his lips muttered ; but no distinct reply WAS audible. " Sorra bit of good I see in ye at all," said she, with inexorable severity. *' I mind the time ye used to tell a body what was doing above stairs ; and, though half what ye said was lies, it was better than nothing : but now yer as stupid and lazy as the ould beast there fornint the fire — not a word out of yer head from morning to night. Ay eh, is it your hearings failin' ye ?" " I wish to the Blessed Mother it was," muttered he fervently to himself. "There's a man now eatin' and drinkin' in the parlour, and the sorra more ye know about him, than if he was the Queen of Sheba." " Don't I, thin — maybe not," said Kerry, tauntingly, and with a look of such well-affected secrecy, that Mrs. Branagan was completely deceived by it. " What is he, then ? spake it out free this minit,'* said she. " Bad cess to you, do you want to trate me like an informer." *' No, indeed, Mrs, Branagan ; its not that same I'd even to you — sure I knew your people — father and mother's side — two generations back. Miles Buoy — yallow Miles, as they called him — ^was the finest S2S THE o'donoghxte. judge of a horse in Kerry — I wonder now he didn't make a power oi money." ** And sp he did, and spint it after. 'Twas blackguards, with ould gaiters, and one spur on them, that ate up every shilling he saved." " Well, well ! think of that, now," said Kerry, with the sententious- ness of one revolving some strange and curious social anomaly ; ** and that's the way it wint." " Wasn't it a likely way enough," said Mrs. Branagan, with flashing eyes, " feedin' a set of spalpeens that thought of nothing but chating the world. The sight of a pair of top boots gives me the heartburn to this day." "Mine warms to them, too," said Kerry, timidly, who ventured on his humble pun with deep humility. A contemptuous scowl was Mrs. Branagan' s reply, and Kerry resumed. " Them's the changes of world — rich yesterday — poor to-day ! Don't I know what poverty is well myself. Augh ! sure enough they wor the fine times, when I rode out on a beast worth eighty guineas in goold, wid clothes on my back a lord might envy ; and now, look at me !" Mrs. Branagan, to whom the rhetorical figure seemed a direct appeal, did look ; and assuredly the inspection conveyed nothing flattering, for she turned away abruptly, and smoked her pipe with an air of profound disdain. *' Faix ye may say so," continued Kerry, converting her glance into words. " Tis a poor object I am this blessed day. The coat on my back is more Hke a transparency, and my small clothes, saving your favour, is as hard to get into as a fishing-net ; and if I was training for the coorse, I couldn't be on shorter allowance." "What's that yer saying about yer vittals?" said the cook, turning fiercely towards him. " There's not your equal for an appetite from this to Cork. It's little time a Kerry cow would keep you in beef: and it's an ill skin it goes into. Yer a disgrace to a good family." " Well, I am, and there's no denying it !" ejaculated Kerry, with a sigh that sounded far more like despair than resignation. •* Is it to hang yourself you have that piece of a rope there ?" said she, pointing to the end of a stout cord that depended from Kerry's pocket. " Maybe it might come to that same yet," said he, and then putting his hand into his pocket, he drew forth a great coil of rope, to the end of which a leaden weight was fastened. " There, now," resumed he, "Yer a cute woman — can ye tell me what's the meanin of that ?" Mrs. Branagan gave one look at the object in question, and then THE 0*DONOGHUE. 223 turned away, as thougli tlie enquiry was one beneath her dignity to investigate. "Some would call it a clothes-line, and more would say it was for fishing ; but sure there's no sign of hooks on it at all ; and what's the piece of lead for ? — that's what bothers me out entirely." These obser- vations were so many devices to induce Mrs. Branagan to offer her own speculations ; but they failed utterly— that sage personage not deigning to pay the least attention either to Kerry or the subject of his remarks. ''"Well, I'll just leave it where I found it," said he, in a half soliloquy, but which had the effect of at least arousing the curiosity of his companion. " And where was that ?*' asked she. '* Outside there, before the hall door," said he, carelessly, "where I got this little paper book too," and he produced a small pocket almanack, with blank pages interleaved, some of which had short pencil memo- randa. *' I'll leave them both there, for, somehow, I don't like the look of either of them." *' Read us a bit of it first, anyhow," said Mrs. Branagan, in a more conciliating tone than she had yet employed. *"Tis what I can't do, then," said Kerry; "for it's writ in some outlandish tongue that's past me altogether." " And you found them at the door, ye say 1" "Out there fornint the tower. 'Twas the chaps that run away from Master Mark that dropped them. Ye'r a dhroll bit of a rope as ever I seen," added he, as he poised the lead in his hand, " av a body knew only what to make of ye :" then turning to the book, he pored for several minutes over a page, in which there were some lines written with a pencil. "Be my conscience I have it," said he, at length ; "and faix it wasn't bad of me to make it out. What do you think, now, the rope is for ?" " Sure I tould you afore I didn't know." " Well, then, hear it, and no He in it — ^'tis for measurin' the say." "Measurin' the say! What bother you're talking; isn't the say thousands and thousands of miles long." " And who says it isn't ? — but for measurin' the depth of it, that's what it is. Listen to this — 'Bantry Bay, eleven fathoms at low water inside of Whiddy Island ; but the shore current at half ebb makes landing difficult with any wind from the westward ;* and here's another piece, half rubbed out, about flat-bottomed boats being best for the •urf." 224 THE o'donoghtje. ** Tis the smugglers again,'* chimed in Mrs. Branagan, as tliough summing up her opinion on the evidence. " Troth, then, I don't think so ; they never found it hard to land, no matter how it blew. I'm thinking of a way to find it out at last.** "And what's that?" " I'll just go up to the parlour, wid an innocent face on me, and I'll lay the rope and the little book down on the table before the strange man there ; and I'll just say, * There's the things your honour dropped at the door outside j* and maybe ould Archy won't have the saycret out of him." " Do that, Kerry avich," said Mrs. Branagan, who at length vouch- safed a hearty approval of his skill in devices. " Do that, and I'll broil a bit o' meat for ye agin ye come down." "Wid an onion on it, av it's plazing to ye, ma'am," said Kerry, in- sinuatingly. " Sure I know how ye like it ; and if ye have the whole of the say- cret, maybe you'd get a dhrop to wash it down besides. " And wish you health and happy days, Mrs. Branagan,'* added Kerry, with a courteous gallantry he always reserved for the kitchen ; so saying, he arose from his chair, and proceeded to arrange his dress in a manner becoming the dignity of his new mission, rehearsing at the same time the mode of his entry. '*'Tis the rope and the little book, your honour, I'll say, that ye dropped outside there, and sure it would be a pity to lose it, afther all your trouble measuring the places. That will be enough for ould Archy ; let him get a sniff of the game once, and begorra he'll ran him home by himself afterwards.'' With this sensible reflection, Kerry ascended the stairs in high good humour at his own sagacity, and the excellent reward which awaited it on his return. As he neared the door, the voices were loud and boisterous ; at least Mark's was such ; and it seemed as if Talbot was endeavouring to moderate the violent tone in which he spoke, and suc- cessfully, too ; for a loud burst of laughter followed, in which Talbot appeared to join heartily. "Maybe I'll spoil your fun," said Kerry, maliciously, to himself, and he opened the door, and entered. THK D'UUNOOHUX. ^Si& CHAPTER XXVIII. THE CAPITAL AND ITS PLEASUEES Dublin, at the time we speak of, possessed social attractions of a higli order. Rank, beauty, intellect, and wealth, contributed their several influences ; and while the tone of society had all the charms of a politeness now bygone, there was an admixture of native kindhnes* and cordiality, as distinctive as it was fascinating. Almost every Irishman of rank travelled in those days. It was regarded as the last finishing-touch of education, and few nations possess quicker powers of imitation, or a greater aptitude in adapting foreign habitudes to home usages, than the Irish ; for, while vanity with the Frenchman — coldness with the Englishman — and stolid indif ference with the German, are insuperable barriers against this acquire- ment ; the natural gaiety of Irish character, the buoyancy, but still more than all, perhaps, the inherent desire to please, suggest a quality, which, when cultivated and improved, becomes that great element of social success — the most precious of all drawing-room gifts — men call tact. It would be a most unfair criterion of the tastes and pleasures of that day, were we to pronounce, from our experience of what Dublin now is. Provincialism had not then settled down upon the city, with all its petty attendant evils. The character of a metropolis was upheld by a splendid Court, a resident Parliament, a great and titled aristocracy. The foreground figures of the time were men whose names stood highj and whose station was recognized at every Court of Europe. There was wealth more than proportioned to the cheapness of the country ; and while ability and talent were the most striking features of every circle, the taste for gorgeous display exhibited within doors and without, threw a glare of splendour over the scene, that served to illustrate, but not eclipse the prouder glories of mind. The comparative narrowness of the circle, and the total absence of English reserve, produced a more intimate admixture of all the ranks which constitute good society here than in London, anjf the advantages were evident ; for while the aris- tocrat gained immeasurably, from ready intercourse with men whose pursuits were purely intellectual, so the latter acquired a greater expaii« S96 TBB G^DONOCBI!^. Biveness, and a wider liberality in his views, from being divested of all the trammels of mere professional habit, and threw off his pedantry, as t garment unsuited to "his position in society. But what more than all llse was the characteristic of the time, was the fact, that social emi- nence — the " succ6s de salon" — was an object to every one. From the proud peer, who aspired to rank and influence in the councils of the state, to the rising barrister, ambitious of parhamentary distinction — from the mere fashionable idler of the squares, to the deep plotter of political intrigue — this was alike indispensable. The mere admission into certain circles was nothing — the fact of mixing with the hundred others who are announced, and bow, and smile, and slip away, did not then serve to identify a man as belonging to a distinct class in society ; nor would the easy platitudes of the present day, in which the fool or the fop can always have the ascendant, suffice for the absence of conver- sational ability, ready wit, and sharp intelligence, which were assembled around every dinner-table of the capital. It is not our duty, still less our inclination, to inquire why have all these goodly attractions left us, nor wherefore is it, that, like the art of staining glass, social agreeability should be lost for ever. So it would seem, however ; we have fallen upon tiresome times, and he who is old enough to remember pleasanter ones, has the sad solace of knowing that he has seen the last of them Crowded as the capital was, with Tank, wealth, and influence, the arrival of Sir Marmaduke Travers was not without its "eclat." His vast fortune was generally known ; besides that, there was a singularity in the fact of an Englishman, bound to Ireland by the very slender tie of a small estate, without connexions or friends in the country, coming to reside in Dublin, which gratified native pride as much as it excited pubHc curiosity; and the rapidity with which the most splendid mansion in Stephen's-green was prepared for his reception, vied in interest with the speculation, as to what possible cause had induced him to come and live there. The rumours of his intended magnificence, and the splendour of his equipage, furnished gossip for the town, and paragraphs for the papers. It was, indeed, a wondrous change for those two young girls — from the stillness and solitude of Glenflesk, to the gaiety of the capital — from a life of reflection and retirement, to the dazzling scenes and fasci- nating pleasures of a new world. Upon Sybella the first effect was to increase her natural timidity — to render her more cautious, as she found herself snrrounded by influences so novel and so strange ; and in this wise there was mingled with her enjoyment, a sense of hesitation and THE o'DOt^OGHUE. Tiff fear, that tinged all her thoughts, and e^«?n impressed themselres upon her manner. Not so with Kate : the instinct that made her feel at home in the world, was biit the consciousness of her own powers of pleasing. She loved society as the scene, where, however glossed over by conventionalities, human passions and feelings were at work, and where the power of influencing or directing others gave a stimulus to existence, far higher and nobler than all the pleasures of retirement. It was life, in fact. Each day had its own separate interests, drama- tizing, as it were, the real, and making of the ordinary events of the world a romance, of which she felt herself a character. As much an actor as spectator, she threw herself into the pleasures of society with a zest which need only have the accompaniments of youth, beauty, and talents, to make it contagious. Thus differing in character, as in appear- ance, these two young girls at once became the acknowledged beauties of the capital, and each was followed by a troop of admirers, whose enthusiasm exhibited itself in a hundred different ways. Their favourite colours at a ball became the fashionable emblems of the next day on the promenade, and even the ladies caught up the contagion, and enlisted themselves into parties, whose rivalry amused none so much as those, in whom it had its origin. While the galling enmity of Celt to Saxon was then stirring in secret the hearts of thousands in the country, and fashioning itself into the elements of open insurrection, the city was divided by a more peaceful animosity, and the English and the Irish party were arrayed against each other in the cause of beauty. It would be impossible to conceive a rivalry from which every ungenerous or unworthy feeling was more perfectly excluded. So far from any jealousy obtruding, every little triumph of one was a source of unalloyed heartfelt pleasure to the other ; and while Sybella sympathized with all the delight of Kate's followers in an Irish success, so Kate, with cha- racteristic feeling, enjoyed nothing so much as the chagrin of her own party, when Sybella was unquestionably in the ascendant. Happily for us, we are not called upon to explain a phenomenon so novel and so pleasing — enough if we record it. Certain it is, the absence of all envy enhanced the fascinations of each, and exalted the objects in the eyes of their admirers. On this point alone opinion was undivided — none claimed any superiority for their idol, by ascribing to her a greater share of this good gift ; nor could even malice impute a difference in their mutual affection. One alone among the circle of their acquaintances stood neutral — unable to divest himself enough of natural partiality, to be a fair and 228 THE O'D0N0GHT7E. just judge. Sir Marmaduke Travers candidly avowed that he felt him- self out of court. The leaders of fashion, the great arbiters of " bou ton," were happily divided, and if England could boast of a majority among the Castle party, Ireland turned the scale with those who, having enjoyed opportunities of studying foreign manner, pronounced Kate's the very perfection of French agreeability, united to native lovehness and attraction. So much for " the sensation," to use the phrase appropriated by the newspapers, their entrance into the fashionable life of Dubhn excited. Let us now return to the parties themselves. In a large and splendidly furnished apartment of Sir Marmaduke's Dublin residence, sat the Baronet, his daughter, and Kate, at breakfast, alternately reading from the morning papers, and discussing the news as they ate. "Well, but, my dear Kate" — Sir Marmaduke had emancipated him- self from the more formal *'Miss" a week before — "turn to another column, and let us hear if they have any political news." " There's not a word, sir, unless an allusion to the rebel colour of my dress at the Chancellor's ball be such. You see, Sybella, Falkner fights not under my banner." " I think you stole the Chancellor himself from me," repHed Sybella, laughing, " and I must say most unhandsomely too : he had just given me his arm, to lead me to a chair, when you said something in a half whisper — I could not catch it if I would — he dropped my arm, burst out a laughing, and hurried over to Lord Clonmel — I suppose to repeat it.'* ** It was not worth relating, then," said Kate, with a toss of her head. " I merely remarked how odd it was Lady Ridgeway couldn't dance in time, with such beautiful clocks on her stocking." "O, Kate dearest!" said Sybella, who, while she could not refrain from a burst of laughter, became deep scarlet at her friend's hardi- hood, ""Why Meddlicot told that as his own at supper," said Sir Mar- maduke. " So he did, sir ; but I cautioned him that a license for wholesale does not permit the retail even of jokes. Isn't the worthy sheriff a druggist? But what have we here — all manner of changes on the staff — Lord Sellbridge to join his regiment at Hounslow, vice, Captain your brother, Sybella — Captain Frederick Travers" — and she red- dened slightly at the words. " I did not know he was appointed aid-de- camp to the Viceroy." •*Nor did I, my dear,'* said Sir Marmaduke. " I knew he was most THs CHARACTERS WITH NEW FACES. At the time we speak of, Clontarf was the fashionable watering-place of the inhabitants of Dublin ; and although it boasted of little other accommodation than a number of small thatched cabins could afford, and from which the fishermen removed to give place to their more opulent guests, yet, thither the great and the wealthy of the capital resorted in summer, to taste the pleasures of a sea side, and that not inferior one, the change of life and habit, entailed by altered circum- stances and more restricted spheres of enjoyment If, with all the aid of sunshine and blue water, waving foliage and golden beach, this place had an aspect of modest poverty in its whitened walls and net-covered gardens in summer, in winter its dreariness and desolation were great indeed. The sea swept in long waves the narrow road, even to the doors of the cabins, the muddy foam settHng on the window sills, and even drifting to the very roofs ; the thatch was fas- tened down with strong ropes, assisted by oars and spars, to resist the wild gale that generally blew from the south-east. The trim cottages of summer were now nothing but the miserable hovels of the poor, their gardens waste, their gay aspect departed ; even the stirring signs of life seemed vanished ; few, if any, of the inhabitants stirred abroad, and save some muffled figure that moved past, screening his face from the beating storm, all was silent and motionless. The little inn, which in the summer time was thronged from morning till night, and from whose open windows the merry laugh and the jocund sound of happy voices poured, was now fast shuttered up, and all the precautions of a voyage were taken against the dreaded winter ; even to the sign of a gigantic crab, rudely carved in wood and painted red, every thing was removed, and a single melancholy dip candle burned in the bar, as if keeping watch over the sleeping revelry of the place If such were the gloomy features without, within doors matters wore a more thriving aspect. In a little parlour behind the bar a brisk fire was burning, before which stood a table neatly prepared for supper ; the covers were laid for two, but the provision of wine displayed seemed suited to a larger number. The flashy-looking prints upon the walla THE O DONOGHUE. 243 shone brightly in the ruddy blaze ; the brass fender and the glasses sparkled in its clear hght, and even to the small, keen eyes of Billy Corcoran, the host, who kept eternally running in and out, to see all right, every thing presented a very cheering contrast to the bleak deso- lation of the night without. It was evident that Mr. Corcoran's guests were, behind time ; his impatience was not to be mistaken. He walked from the kitchen to the parlour and back again without ceasing, now, adding a turf to the fire, now, removing the roasting chickens a little farther from the blaze, and anon, bending his ear to listen if perchance he could catch the sound of approaching wheels. He had sat down on every chair of the parlour, he had taken a half glass out of each decanter on the table, he had sharpened every knife in turn, and in fact resorted to every device to cheat time, when suddenly the sound of a carriage was heard on the road, and the next moment he unbarred the door and admitted two per- sons, whose dripping hats and soaked great coats bore evidence to the downpour without. " Well, Billy," said the first who entered, *' this rain will beat down the wind at last, and we shall be able to get some fish in the market." " Sorra bit, sir," said Billy, as he assisted the speaker to remove his wet garments, leaving the other stranger to his own devices. "The wind is coming more round to the east, and I know from the noise on the Bull we'll have plenty of it. I was afeard something happened you, sir ; you're an hour behind the time you said yourself." " Very true — so I am. I was detained at a dinner party, and my friend here also kept me waiting a few minutes for him." " It was not my fault," interposed the other ; ** I was ready when " " Never mind — it was of no consequence whatever j the only misfor- tune was, we could find no coach, and were forced to put up with a car, and got wet for our pains ; but the supper, Bill — the supper." " Is smoking hot on the table,*' was the reply ; and as he opened the door into the parlour, the fact declared itself to their senses. The strangers were soon seated at the meal, and like men who could reHsh its enjoyment not the less for the merit of what they had quitted without doors. It is not necessary to consume much time in presenting them to our readers ; they are both already known to him. One was Mr. Hemsworth ; the other no less a person than Lanty Lawler, the horse-dealer. One only remark is necessary. Familiar as these charac- ters already are, they here appeared in aspect somewhat different from what they have hitherto exhibited. Hemsworth, no longer the 244 THE o'donoghue. associate of fashionable company, had exchanged his silken deferential manner for an air of easy confidence that seemed to fit him even better ; Lanty, on the other hand, had lost all his habitual self-possession, looked abashed and sheepish, and seemed for all the world, as though he were in the hands of one, who could dispose of his destiny as he willed it. All the . got up readiness of his wit, all his acquired frank- ness were now gone, and in their place a timid hesitating manner that bespoke the most abject fear and terror ; it was evident, too, that he struggled hard to conceal these signs of trepidation. He ate voraciously of all before him, and endeavoured by the pre-occupation of the table to cover his real sentiments at the moment ; he drank, too, freely, filling a large goblet to the brim with sherry several times during the meal ; nor was this unnoticed by Hemsworth, who at last interposed in a calm> but commanding tone, as he laid his hand on the decanter — " A pipe of it, if you please, Lanty ; you may have a whole bank of the Guadalquiver for your own drinking at another time; but now, if you please, let us have calm heads and cool judgments. It is some time since we met, and it may be longer ere we have another op- portimity like the present." " Very true, sir," said Lanty, submissively, as he pushed his untasted glass before him. "It was the wetting I was afeard of; my clothes were soaked through." Hemsworth paid no attention to the excuse, but sat for some minutes deeply sunk in his reflections ; then lifting his head suddenly, he said — " And so these papers have never been found ?" Never, sir. I did my best to get them. I spent days at the place, and had others looking besides. I said I'd give five guineas — and you know what a reward that is down there — to the man who would bring them to me ; but from that hour to this, I never set eyes on them." While he was speaking these words, Hemsworth's eyes never turned from him. They were fixed on him, not with any expression of seve- rity or harshness, neither did the glance indicate suspicion. It was a steady, passionless stare, rather like one seeking an explanation than prejudging a motive. *' You were quite certain that they were the papers we wanted ?" " Sure I opened them — sure I read the writing myself, when I took them out of the old man's desk." " They had better have remained there," said Hemsworth to himself, but loud enough for the other to hear ; then rallying quickly, he added, no matter, however, we have evidence enough of another kind. here are the letters Mark wrote to the Delegates." THE o'donoghue. 245 ** I think Mr. Morrissy has most of them, sir," said Lanty, hesitat- ingly ; " he is the man that keeps all the writings." " So he may he, Lanty ; but you have some of them yourself : three or four are as good as thirty or forty, and you have as many as that — aye, and here in your pocket, too, this minute. Come, my worthy friend, you may cheat me in horse flesh, whenever Tm fool enough to deal with you ; but at this game I'm your master. Let me see these letters." " How would I have them. Captain, at all," said Lanty, imploringly; " sure you know as well as me, that I'm not in the scheme at all." " Save so far as having a contract to mount five hundred men of the French on their landing in Ireland, the money for which you have partly received, and for which I hold the check, countersigned by yourself. Master Lanty. Very pretty evidence in a Court of justice — more than enough to hang you, that's all." "There's many a one sould ahorse, and didn't know what use he was for," replied Lanty, half rudely. " Very true ; but a contract that stipulates for strong cattle, able to carry twelve stone men with full cavalry equipments, does not read like an engagement to furnish plough horses." Then altering his tone, he added, "No more of this, sir, I can't afford time for such fencing. Show me these letters — show me, that you have done something to earn your own indemnity, or by G — d, I'll let them hang you, as I'd see them hang a dog." Lanty became lividly pale, as Hemsworth was speaking; a slight convulsive tremor shook his lip for a moment, and he seemed struggling to repress a burst of passion, as he held the chair with either hand ; but he uttered not a word. Hemsworth leisurely drew forth his watch, and placed it on the table before him, saying — " It wants eleven minutes of one o'clock ; I'll give you to that hour to make up your mind, whether you prefer five hundred pounds in your hand, or take your place in the dock with the rest of them ; for, mark me, whether we have your evidence or not, they are equally in our hands. It is only an economy of testimony I'm studying here, and I reserve my other blackguards for occasions of more moment." The taunt would appear an ill-timed one at such a minute ; but Hemsworth knew well the temperament of him he addressed, and did not utter a syllable at random. Lanty still preserved silence,, and looked as though doggedly^determined to let the minutes elapse without speak- ing ; his head slightly sunk on his chest, his eyes bent downwards, he sat perfectly motionless. Hemsworth meanwhile refilled his glass, crossed his arms before him, and seemed awaiting, without impatience. 246 THE o'donoghux. the result of the other's deliberation. At length the hand approachea the figure ; it wanted but about half a minute of the time, and Ilems- worth, taking up the watch from the table, held it before Lanty's eyes, as he said — ** Time is nearly up, Master Lawler ; do you refuse ?" " I only ask one condition," said Lanty, in a faint whisper. " You shall make no bargains : the letters, or . It is too late now ;" and with these words he replaced his watch in his pocket, and rose from the table. Lanty never moved a muscle, while Hemsworth approached the fire- place, and rang the bell. In doing so, he turned his back to the horse-dealer, but commanded a view of him through means of the little glass above the chimney. He stood thus for a few seconds, when Lanty — in whose flashing eyes, and darkened colour, inward rage was depicted — suddenly thrust his arm into the breast of his coat. Hems- worth turned round at once, and seizing the arm in his powerful grasp, said in a cool, determined voice — " No, n«x, Lanty ; I'm armed, too. " It was the pocket-book I was feeling for, sir," said Lanty, with a sickly effort at a smile, while he drew forth a black leather case, and* handed it towards Hemsworth. " They are all there — seventeen letters — besides two French commissions, signed by young Mark, and a receipt for four hundred pounds in French gold." " You must find it hard to get bullets for those pistols I gave you, Lanty," said Hemsworth, in a tranquil voice. " I forgot to let you have the buUet-mould with them. Remind me of it to-morrow or next day." Lanty muttered a faint " I will," but looked the very picture of abject misery as he spoke. " Let me see them, Lanty," said Hemsworth, in a manner, as calm and unconcerned as could be. " If I don't mistake, they are nearly quarter of an inch in the bore." " About that same, sir," replied Lawler, while he drew forth the two pistols from the same breast-pocket he had taken the letters. Hemsworth first examined one, and then the other, leisurely, passing the ramrod into each in turn, and then opening the pans, inspected the priming, adjusting the powder carefully with his finger. " You spoil such pistols as these, by loading with two bullets, Lanty," said he, as he handed them back to him. " The bore is too perfect for such coarse usage. Now, this is a less delicate weapon, and will bear harder usage," and he drew forth a short pistol, containing four revolving barrels, each THE o'donoghue, 247 as wide as the bore of a musket. Lanty gazed in astonishment and terror at the murderous implement, into which the hand fitted by a handle like that of a saw. Hemsworth played the spring by which the barrels moved, with a practised finger, and seemed to exult in the ex- pression of Lanty' s terror, as he watched them. Then quickly replacing the weapon, he resumed — " Well, I am glad, for your own sake, that you are more reasonable. You ought to know, that I never place dependence on only one man, for any single service. Such would be merely to play the part of slave, instead of master. But, first of all, how did you become possessed of these letters ?" *' I was charged by Mark to deliver them to the Delegates, and as they never saw his hand-writing, I just copied the letters, and kept all the originals, so that he has received his answers regularly, and never suspects what has happened." " All right so far — and the younger brother — what of him ?" " Oh, he is too much under old M'Nab's influence to be caught. I wouldn't say but that he's a Protestant this minute." *'You appear to be greatly shocked at your suspicion, Lanty," said Hemsworth, smiling. " Well, well ; we must hope for the best ; and now as to this other fellow — where and how can I see him — this Talbot I mean?" " Ay, that's the puzzle," replied Lanty, with a greater appearance of ease in his manner than before. " You never can meet him when yon look for him ; but he's at your elbow every day, twenty times, if you don't want him." "Could you not manage a meeting for me with him down here, Lanty ? — I'll take care of the rest." '^ I don't think so ; he's a wary fellow ; he gave me a fright once or twice already, by a word he let drop. I am not easy in his company at all." "False or true, he would be an immense service to us," said Hems- worth, musingly. " If I only could see and speak with him, I'd soon convince him that he incurred no risk himself. It's a bad sportsman shoots his decoy duck, Lanty," and he pinched his cheek good- humouredly as he spoke. Lanty endeavoured to laugh, but the effort was a feeble one. Meanwhile, the host, now summoned for the second time, made his appearance, and by Hemsworth's orders, the car was brought round to the door ; for, severe as the "night was, he determined to return to the city. "You are coming back to town, too, Lanty ?" said he, in a tone of inquiry 248 THE 0*DONOGHUE. " No, sir ; I'm going to stop here with Billy, if your honour has no objection?" " None whatever. Remember to let me see you on Tuesday, when I shall have every thing in readiness for your journey south — till then, good bye ;" so saying, and handing Corcoran two guineas in gold, for he paid liberally, Hemsworth mounted the car, and drove off. Lanty looked after him, till the darkness shut out the view, and then buttoning his rough coat tightly around his throat, set out himself towards town, muttering as he went — " I wish it was the last I was ever to see of you." CHAPTER XXXL •OMX HINTS ABOUT HA.RRT TALBOT. We must beg of our reader to retrace his steps once more to the valley of Glenflesk, but only for a fleeting moment. When last we left Car- rig-na-curra it was at night, the party were at supper in the old tower, and Kerry stood outside, rehearsing to himself for the tenth time the manner in which he should open his communication. The sound of Mark's voice, raised above its ordinary pitch, warned him that his mission might not be without danger, if perchance any thing on his part might offend the youth. None knew better than Kerry the violent temper of the young O'Donoghue, and how little restraint he ever put upon any scheme he thought of to vent his humour on him who crossed him. It was an account of debtor and creditor then with him, how he should act ; on the one side lay the penalties, on the other the rewards of his venture — how was he to escape the one and secure the other ? A moment's reflection suggested the plan. " rU not go in, divil a step, but I'll tell I was convarsin with them this half hour, and that the rope and the bit of lead is a new way they do have for catching mermaids and other faymale fishes in the Bay ; and sure if I only say that there's an act of Parlimint agin doin' it, she'll not only believe it all, but she'll keep the saycret to her dying bed ;" and 249 with this profound reflection on Mrs. Branagan's character, and a face of very well got up surprise, Kerry re-entered the kitchen to announce his discovery. It is not our intention to dwell on the scene that followed j we have merely adverted to the fact inasmuch as that on the trivial circum- stance of Kerry's resolve depended the discovery of a plot, which, if once known to M'Nab, would immediately have been communicated to the Government. The fates willed it otherwise, and when the party separated in the old tower. Sir Archy was as little satisfied concerning Talbot's character as ever, and as eager to ascertain whence and wherefore he came, and with what intention he had made Mark's acquaintance. With many a wily scheme for the morrow, the old man went to rest, determining to spare no pains to unravel the mystery — a fruitless resolve after all, for when day broke, Talbot and Mark were already away, many miles on the road to Dublin. The O'Donoghue's first act on completing his arrangements with Swaby, was to place at Mark's disposal a sum of five hundred pounds, an amount far greater than ever the young man had at any time pos- sessed in his Hfe. Talbot, to whom the circumstance was told by Mark, readily persuaded him to visit Dublin, not merely for the pleasures and amusements of the capital, but that he might personally be made known to the Delegates, and see and confer with those who were the directors of the threatened rebellion. Talbot understood perfectly the kind of flattery which would succeed with the youth, and by allusion to his ancient lineage, his more than noble blood, the rights to which he Was entitled, and to which he would unquestionably be restored, not only stimulated his ardour in the cause, but bound him in a debt of gratitude to all who encouraged him to engage in it. Mark's character, whatever its faults, was candid and frank in every thing ; he made no secret to his new friend of his present unhappiness, nor did he conceal that an unpaid debt of vengeance with respect to young Travers weighed heavily on his spirits. It was the first time in his life he had tasted the bitterness of an insult, and it worked like a deadly poison within him, sapping the springs of his health and render- ing miserable the hours of his solitude ; the thought rarely left him day or night, how was he to wipe out this stain ? "When Talbot, therefore, spoke of a visit to the capital, Mark cheerfully acceded, but rather from a secret hope that some opportunity might arise to gratify this cherished passion, than from any desire of witnessing the splendour of the metropolis ; and while the one pictured the glittering scenes of festive enjoyment to whieh youth and money are the passports, the other darkly lumi- 250 THE o'donoghue. nated on the chances of meeting his enemy and provoking him to a duel. It was on the evening of the third day after they left Carrig-na~curra that they drew near the capital, and after a promise from Mark that in every thing he should be guided by his friend, nor take any step without his counsel and advice, they both entered the city. *' You see, Mark," said Talbot, as after passing through some of the wider and better lighted thoroughfares, they approached a less frequented and more gloomy part of the town ; " you see, Mark, that the day is not come when we should occupy the place of honour, an humble and quiet hotel will best suit us for the present, but the hour is not very distant, my boy, when the proudest mansion of the capital vvdll throw wide its doors to receive us. The Saxon has but a short tenure of it now." " I don't see any reason for secrecy," said Mark, half-doggedly, " we have good names and a good purse, why then must we betake ourselves to this gloomy and desolate quarter." "Because I am the guide," said Talbot, laughing, "and if that's not reason enough, that's the only one I will give you just now, but come, here we are, and I do not think you will complain of your entertainment." And as he spoke, the carriage entered the spacious court-yard of an old fashioned inn, which, standing in Thomas-street, commanded a view of the river through one of the narrow streets leading down to the quay. " This was the fashionable house some fifty years back," said Talbot as he assisted his friend to alight ; ** and though the heyday of its youth is over, there are many generous qualities in its good old age — not your father's cellar can boast a better bottle of Burgundy. Talbot's recommendation was far from being unmerited, the " Black Jack" as the inn was named, was a most comfortable house of the old school, with large, low-ceilinged rooms, wide stairs, and spacious corridors ; the whole, furnished in a style, which, though far from pretending to elegance or fashion, possessed strong claims for the tired traveller, seeking rest and repose. Here then our young travellers alighted. Talbot being received with all the courteous urbanity due to an old acquaintance ; the landlord himself appearing to do the honours of the house, and welcome a valued guest. ** "We must get our host, Billy Crossley, to sup with us, Mark. No one can tell us so much of how matters are doing here, for, how- ever it happens, Billy knows all the gossip of the day, fashionable, political, or sporting, he keeps himself up to what is going forward THE o'dONOOHUE. S51 everywhere." And so saying, Talbot at once llaste^ed after the land- lord to secure his company for the evening. Billy was somewhat fastidious about bestowing his agreeability in general, but on the present occasion, he acceded at once, and in less than half-an-hour, the three were seated at a meal, which would not have disgraced an hotel of more pretensions exterior. Mr. Crossley doing the honours of the table, like a host entertaining his friends. "I scarcely had expected to see you so soon, Mr. Talbot," said he, when the servants had left the room, and the party drew round the fire. " They told me you would pass the winter in the country. " So I had intended, Billy, but as good luck would have it, I made an acquaintance in the south, which changed my plans, my friend, Mr. O'Donoghue here, and as he had never seen the capital, and knew nothing of your gay doings, I thought I'd just take a run back, and show him at least, the map of the land." " My service to you, sir," said Billy, bowing to Mark ; " it would be hard to have got a better guide than you have in Master Harry. I can assure you, so far as wickedness goes, he's a match for any thing here — from the Royal Barracks to Trinity College." " Flattery, gross flattery. Bill. I was your own pupil, and you can't help partiality." "You are a most favourable specimen of private tuition, there's no doubt of it," said Crossley, laughing, " and I have reason to be proud of you. Did Mr. O'Donoghue ever hear of your clearing out Hancey Hennessy at hazard — the fellow that carried the loaded dice ?" "Have done. Bill. None of these absurd stories now." " Noi" what a trick you played Corny Mehan at the spring meeting with the roan cob that knew how to limp when you wanted him ? — as great a devil as himself, Mr. O'Donoghue. You'd swear the beast had a bad blood spavin if you saw him move, and he all the time a three- quarter bred horse, without a stain or a blemish about him." Talbot seemed for a second or two somewhat uneasy at these familiar reminiscences of his friend Crossley, not knowing precisely how Mark might take them ; but when he saw that a hearty laugh was the recep- tion they met with, he joined in the mirth as freely as the others. " The best of all was the Wicklow steeple-chase ; sorrow doubt about it, that was good fun ;" and Crossley laughed till his eyes streamed again with the emotion. " You must tell me that," said Mark. *' It was just this : — Mister Henry there had a wager with Captain Steevens of the staff, that he'd reach the course before him, each start« 252 THE 0*DONOGHUE. Sng at the same moment from Quin's door at Bray. Well, what does he do, but bribes one of the boys to let him ride postillion to Steevens' chaise, because that way he was sure to win his wager. All went right. The blue jacket and boots fitted him neatly — they were both new — got on purpose for the day ; and Mr. Talbot lay snug in the stable, waiting for the chaise to be ordered round, when down comes the word, * Number four, two bays, you're wanted ;' and up he jumps into the saddle, and trots round to the door, afraid of his life to look round, and keeping his chin sunk down in his cravat to hide his face. He never once looked back, but let the boys harness the cattle without saying a word. " * My lord says you're to drive slow,' said one of the boys. ''He looked round, and what did he see, but an old man in the chaise mth a horse-shoe wig, and in the full dress of a bishop. "* Who is he at all V said Talbot. " * The Bishop of Cloyne,' whispered the boy ; * he's going up to the Levee.' " * By my conscience, he is not,' said Talbot, for at that moment he spied Steevens starting from the door at a round trot, and with that he turned the bishop's horses sharp round, laid the whip heavily over them, and took the lead towards Wicklow. "Never such cries were heard as the bishop's. Some say that he swore hard ; but it isn't true — he prayed, and begged, and shouted — but no use. Talbot gave them the steel at every stride ; and after a long slapping gallop, he drew up at the stand-house, with a cheer that shook the course ; and a fine sight it was, to see the little man in the lawn sleeves stepping out, his face red with shame and passion. " 'Twelve miles in forty-two minutes, my lord,' said Talbot, showing his watch ; 'hope your lordship won't forget the boy.' " If Mark O'Donoghue enjoyed heartily the story, he was not the less surprised that Harry Talbot was the hero of it — all his previous know- ledge of that gentleman leading him to a very different estimate of his taste and pursuits. Indeed, he only knew Talbot from his own hps, and from them he learned to regard him as the emissary despatched by the Irish party in France, to report on the condition of the insurgents in Ireland ; and, if necessary, to make preparations for the French land- ing on the Irish shores. Mark could not well understand how any one charged with such a mission, could have either wasted his time or endan- gered his safety by any ridiculous adventures, and did not scruple to show his astonishment at the circumstance. Talbot smiled significantly at the remark, and exchanged a glance with Crossley, while he answered — THE 0*DONOGHUE. 253 " Placed in such a position as I have been for some years, Mark, many different parts have been forced upon me ; and I have often found that there is no such safe mask against detection, as following out the bent of one's humour in circumstances of difficulty. An irresistible impulse to play the fool, even at a moment when high interests were at stake, has saved me more than once from detection ; and from habit I have acquired a kind of address at the practice, that with the world passes for cleverness. And so, in turn, I have been an actor, a smug- gler, a French officer, an Irish refugee, a sporting character, a man of pleasure, and a man of intrigue ; and however such features may have blended themselves into my true character, my real part has remained undetected. Master Crossley here might furnish a hint or two towards it ; but — but, as Peachem says, * we could hang one another * — eh, Bill r A nod and a smile, more grave than gay, was Crossley' s answer j and a silence ensued on all sides. There was a tone of seriousness even through the levity of what Talbot said, very unlike his ordinary manner ; and Mark began, for the first time, to feel that he knew very little about his friend. The silence continued unbroken for some time ; for while Mark speculated on the various interpretations Talbot's words migk bear, Talbot himself was reflecting on what he had just uttered. Thert is a very strange, but not wholly unaccountable tendency in men of subtle minds, to venture near enough to disclosures to awaken the suspi- cions, without satisfying the curiosity of others. The dexterity witl? which they can approach danger, yet not incur it, is an exercise thej learn to pride themselves upon ; and as the Indian guides his canoe through the dangerous rapids of the St. Lawrence — now bending to this side and to that — each moment in peril, but ever calm and collected — so do they feel all the excitement of hazard in the game of address. Under an impulse of this kind was it that Talbot spoke, and the un- guarded freedom of his manner showed even to so poor an observer as Mark, that the words contained a hidden meaning. " And our gay city of Dublin — what of it, Billy ?" said he, at length rallying from his mood of thought, as he nodded his head, and drank to Crossley. " Pretty much as you have always known it. *A short life and a merry one,' seems the adage in favour here. Every one spending his money and character " " Like gentlemen, Bill — ^that's the phrase," interrupted Talbot; " and a very comprehensive tenn it is, after all. But what is the Parliament doing?" 1JS4 TH£ o'dONOGHTTE. ** Voting itself into GoTernment situations." "And the Viceroy?'* ** Snubbing the Parliament." " And the Government in England V* " Snubbing the Viceroy." " "Well, they are all employed, at least ; and, as the French say, thafs always something. And who are the playmen now ?" " The old set. Tom Whaley and Lord Drogheda — your old friend, Giles Daxon — Sandy Moore " " Ah, what of Sandy ? They told me he won heavily at the October races.'* " So he did — ^beggared the whole club at hazard, and was robbed of the money the night after, when coming up through Naas.'' " Ha ! I never heard of that, Billy. Let us hear all about it." ** It's soon told, sir. Sandy, who never tries economy till he has won largely, and is reckless enough of money when on the verge of ruin, heard, on leaving the course, that a strange gentleman was waiting to get some one to join him in a chaise up to Dublin. Sandy at once sent the waiter to open the negociations, which were soon concluded, and the stranger appeared — a fat, unwieldy-looking old fellow, with a powdered wig and green goggles — not a very sporting style of travelling compa- nion ; but no matter for that, he had a dark chestnut mare with him, that looked like breeding, and with strength enough for any weight over a country. " * She'll follow the chaise — my son taught her that trick,* said the old fellow, as he hobbled out of the inn, and took his place in the carriage. " Well, in jumped Sandy, all his pockets bursting with guineas, and a book of notes crammed into his hat — very happy at his adventure, but prouder of saving half the posting than all besides. " * Keep to your ten miles an hour, my lad, or not a sixpence,' said the old gentleman, and he drew his night-cap over his eyes, and was soon snoring away as sound as need be. *' That was the last was seen of him, however, for when the postillion drew up for fresh horses at Carrick's, they found Sandy alone in the chaise, with his hands tied behind him, and his mouth gagged. His companion and the dark chestnut were off, and all the vdnnings along with them.'* " Cleverly done, by Jove,'* cried Talbot, in an ecstacy of admiration. *' What a contemptible fellow your friend Sandy must be,'* exclaimed Mark, in the same breath. " Man to man — I can*t conceiye the thing possible.** THE O DONOGHUE. 25i " A bold fellow, well armed, Mark," observed Talbot, gravely, " might do the deed, and Sandy be no coward after all." Chatting in this wise, the first evening was spent ; and if Mark was at times, disposed to doubt the morality of his new friend, he was ver\ far from questioning his knowledge of mankind; his observations were ever shrewd and caustic, and his views of life, those of one, who looked at the world with a scrutinizing glance, and although the young O'Donoghue would gladly have seen in his young companion some traces of the enthusiasm he himself experienced in the contemplated rising, he felt convinced that a cooler judgment, and a more calcu- lating head than his, were indispensable requisites to a cause beset with so many dangers. He, therefore, implicitly yielded himself to Talbot's guidance, resolving not to go anywhere, nor see any one, even his brother, save with his knowledge and consent. If the scenes into which Talbot introduced Mark O'Donoghue were not those of fashionable hfe, they were certainly as novel and exciting to one so young and inexperienced. The taverns resorted to by young men of fashion, the haunts of sporting characters, the tennis court, but more frequently still the houses where high play was carried on, he was all familiar with — knew the precise type of the company at each, and not a little of their private history ; still it seemed as if he himself were but little known, and rather received for the recommendation of good addi'ess and engaging manners, than from any circumstance of pre- vious acquaintance. Mark was astonished at this, as well as that, al- though now several weeks in Dublin, Talbot had made no advance towards introducing him to the leading members of the insurgent party, and latterly had even but very rarely alluded to the prospect of the contem- plated movement. The young O'Donoghue was not one to harbour any secret thought long unuttered in his breast, and he briefly expressed to Talbot his sur- prise — almost his dissatisfaction — at the life they were leading. At first Talbot endeavoured to laugh off such inquiries, or turn them aside by some passing pleasantry ; but when more closely pressed, he avowed that his present part was a duty imposed upon him by his friends in France, who desired above all things to ascertain the feeling among voung men of family and fortune in the metropolis — how they really felt affected towards England, and with what success, should French republicanism fail to convert them, would the fascinations of Parisian elegance and vice be thrown around them. " There must be bribes for all temperaments, Mark," said he, at the end of a very lengthened detail of his views and stratagems. " Glory is 256 THE 0*D0NOGHDE. enough for such as you, and happily you can have wherewithal to satisfy a craving appetite ; but some must be bought by gold, some by promises of vengeance upon others, some by indemnities for past offences, and not a few by the vague hope of change, which disappointed men ever regard as for the better. To sound the depths of all such motives is part of my mission here, and hence, I have rigidly avoided those by whom I am more than slightly known ; but in a week or two I shall exchange this part for another, and then, Mark, we shall mix in the gayer world of the squares, where your fair cousin shines so brilliantly. Meanwhile have a little patience with me, and suffer me to seem some- times inconsistent, that I may be least so in reality. I see you are not satisfied with me, Mark, and I am sorry to incur a friend's reproach even for a brief season ; but come — I make you a pledge. To-day is the 12th; in five days more the Viceroy gives his St. Patrick's ball, at which I am to meet one of our confederates. You seem surprised at this ; but where can man speak treason so safely as under the canopy of the Throne V* "■ But how do you mean to go there 1 You do not surely expect an invitation." " Of course not ; but I shall go notwithstanding, and you with me. Ay, Mark, never frown and shake your head. This same ball is a pub- lic assembly, to which all presented at the Levees are eligible, without any bidding or invitation. Who is to say that Harry Talbot and Mark O'Donoghue have not paid their homage to mock royalty? If you mean that there is some danger in the step, I agree with you there is ; but you are not the man, I take it, to flinch on that account.*' This adroit stroke of Talbot's settled the matter ; and Mark felt ashamed to offer any objection to a course, which, however disinclined to, he now believed was accompanied by a certain amount of peril. THE 0*DONOGnUE. 26/ CHAPTER XXXII. "a presage op danoer." When the long-wished-for evening drew nigh, in which Talbot had pledged himself to reveal to Mark the circumstances of their enterprise, and to make him known to those concerned in the plot, his manner be- came flurried and excited ; — he answered, when spoken to, with signs of impatience, and seemed so engrossed by his own thoughts, as to be unable to divert his attention from them. Mark, in general the reverse of a shrewd observer, perceived this, and attributing it to the heavy- losses he had latterly incurred at play, forebore in anyway to notice the circumstance, and from his silence Talbot became probably more in- different to appearances, and placed less restraint on his conduct. He drank,, too, more freely than was his wont, and appeared like one desirous by any means to rid. himself of some unwelcome reflections. "It is almost time to dress, Mark," said he, with an effort to seem easy and unconcerned. " Let us have another flask of Burgundy be- fore we go." " I'll have no more wine, nor you, if you will be advised by me, either," said Mark, gravely. " Ha ! then you would imply I have drank too much already, Mark? Not far wrong there, perhaps, and under ordinary circumstances such would be the case ; but there are times when the mind, like the body, demands double nourishment, and with me wine strengthens, never confuses thought. Do you know, Mark, that I have a presentiment of some evil before me ; — whence, and in what shape it is to come, I can- not tell you ; but I feel it as certain as if it had been revealed to me. *' You are despondent about our prospects," said Mark, gloomily. Talbot made no answer, but leaned his head on the chimney-piece, and seemed buried in deep thought ; — then recovering himself, he said, in a low, but distinct accent — " Did you take notice of a fellow at the tennis-court the other day, who stood beside me all the time I was settling with the marker ? Oh 1 I forgot — you were not there. Well, there was such a one~-a flashy- looking, vulgar fellow, with that cast of countenance that betokens 8 258 shrewdness and cunning. I met him yesterday in the Park, and this evening, as I came to dinner, I saw him talking to the landlord's ne- phew, in the hall." " "Well, and what of all that ? If any one should keep account of where and how often he had seen either of us, this week past, might he not conjure up suspicions fully as strong as your's ? Let us begin to take fright at shadows, and we shall make but a sorry hand of it, when real dangers approach us.*' " The shadows ate the warnings, Mark, and the wise man never ne- glects a warning." " He who sees thunder in every dark cloud above him, is but the fool of his own fears," said Mark, rudely, and walked towards the window. ''Is that anything like your friend, Talbot?" added he, as he beheld the dark outline of a figure, which seemed standing, intently looking up at tlie window. " The very fellow !" cried Talbot ; for at the moment a passing gleam of light fell upon the figure, and marked it out distinctly. " There is something about him I can half recognize myself," said Mark ; " but he is so muffled up with great-coat and cravat, I cannot clearly distinguish him." " Indeed ! Do, for heaven's sake, think of where you saw him, and when, Mark ; for I own my anxiety about him is more than common." " I'll soon find out for you," said Mark, suddenly seizing his hat ;— but at the same instant the door opened, and a waiter appeared. " There's a gentleman below stairs, Mr. Talbot, would be glad to speak a few words with you." Talbot motioned, by an almost imperceptible gesture, that Mark should retire into the adjoining room; and then, approaching the waiter, asked, in a low cautious voice, if the stranger were known to him. " No, sir — never saw him before. He seems like one from the coun- try : Mr. Crossley says he's from the south." " Show him up," said Talbot, hurriedly ; and, as the waiter left the room, he seated himself in his chair, in an attitude of well-assumed carelessness and ease. This was scarcely done, when the stranger en- tered, and closed the door behind him. " Good erening to you, Mr. Talbot. I hope I see your honor welJ,** •aid he, in an accent of very unmistakable Kerry Doric. " Good evening to you, friend," replied Talbot. " My memory is not so good as yours, or Fd call you by your name also." ** I'm Lanty Lawler, sir — that man that sold your honor the dark THE o'donoghuk. 259 chesnut mare down m the county Kerry, last winter. I was always wishing to see your honor again, by reason of that same. " How so ?" said Talbot, getting suddenly paler, but with no other appearance of emotion in his manner. "Was not our contract honestly concluded at the time T* " It was, sir — there's no doubt of it. Your honor paid like a gen- tleman, and in goold besides ; — but that's just '^the business ^I come about here. It was French money you gave me, and I got into trouble about it — some saying that I was a spy, and others making out that I was, maybe, worse ; and so I thought I wouldn't pass any more of it, till I seen yourself, and maybe you'd change it for me." While he was speaking, Talbot's eye never wandered from him — not fixed, indeed, with any seeming scrutiny, but still intently watching every play of his features. "You told me at the, time, however, that French gold was just as convenient to you as English," said he, smiling good-humouredly, " and from the company I met you in, I found no difficulty in beheving you.'* "The times is changed, sir," said Lanty, sighing. "God help us — • we must do the best we can." This evasive answer seemed perfectly! to satisfy Talbot, who assented with a shake of the head, as he said — " Very well, Lanty ; if you will come here to-morrow, I'll exchange your gold for you." "Thank your honor kindly," said Lanty, with a bow; but still making no sign of leaving the room, where he stood, changing from one foot to the other, in an attitude of bashful diffidence. " There was another little matter, sir, but I'd be sorry to trouble you about it — an palpable to his mind before ; his very patriotism, the 280 THE O^DONOGHUE. attachment he thought he felt to his native country, his ardent desire for hberty, his aspirations for national greatness, all sprung from this one sentiment of hate to the Saxon, and jealousy of the man who was his rival. Frederick Travers was the embodiment of all those feelings he himself believed were enlisted in the cause of his country. As these reflections crowded on him, they suggested new sources of suffering, and in the bewildered frame of mind to which he was now reduced, there seemed no possible issue to his difficulties. Mark was not, however, one of those who chalk out their line in Hfe in moments of quiet reflection, and then pursue the career they have fixed upon. His course was rather to throw passion and impulse into the same scale with circumstances, and take his chance of the result. He had little power of anticipation, nor was his a mind that could calmly array facts before it, and draw the inferences from them. No, he met the dangers of Hfe, as he would have done those of battle, with a heart undaunted, and a spirit resolved never to turn back. The sullen courage of his nature, if it did not suggest hope, at least supplied resolution — and how many go through hfe with no other star to guide them ! At last the grey dawn of breaking day appeared above the house-tops, and the low distant sounds that prelude the movement of life in great cities, stirred faintly without. " Thank heaven, the night is over at last," was Mark's exclamation, as he gazed upon the leaden streak of cloud that told of morning. All his preparations for departure were made, so that he had only to descend to the stable, and mount his horse. The animal, he was told, had formerly belonged to Talbot, and nothing save the especial favour of Billy Crossley could have procured him so admirable a mount. ** He has never left the stable, sir," said Billy, as he held the stirrup iimself— " he has never left the stable for ten days, but he has wind enough to carry you two and twenty miles within the hour, if you were put to it.*' "And if I were, Billy," said Mark, for a sudden thought just flashed across him — " if I were, and if I should not bring him back to you, his price is — " I wouldn't take a hundred guineas for him from any man living, save Mr. Talbot himself ; but if it were a question of saving him from danger, or any man he deems his friend, then, then, sir, I tell you fairly, Billy Crossley isn't so poor a man, but he can afford to do a generous thing. Take him. I see you know how to sit on him ; use him well and tenderly, keep him until you find the time to give him back, and now a good journey to you wherever you go ; and go quickly, whispered THE O'DONOGHUE. '281 Billy, for I see two fellows at the gate who appear listening attentively to our conversation. " Take that in any case as a pledge," said Mark, as he pitched a purse, containing above a hundred pounds in gold, towards Crossley, and before the other could interpose to restore it, Mark had dashed his spurs into the beast's flanks, and in another minute was hastening down Thomas-street. Mark had not proceeded far when he slackened his pace to a walk- he remembered that it was yet two hours before the time, and with the old spirit of a horseman, he husbanded the qualities of the noble ani- mal he bestrode. Whether it was, that as the moment approached which should solve some of the many difficulties that beset him, or that the free air of the morning, and the pleasure he felt on being once more in the saddle, had rallied his mind and raised his courage, I know not, but so it was ; Mark's spirits grew each instant lighter, and he rode along revolving other ones, if not happier thoughts, such as were at least in a frame more befitting his youth and the bold heart that beat within his bosom. The streets were deserted, the great city was sleeping, the thoroughfares he had seen crowded with brilliant equipages and hurrying masses of foot passengers, were still and vacant ; and as Mark turned from side to side to gaze on the stately public edifices now sleeping in their own sha- dows, he thought of the dreadful conflict which, perchance, it might be his own lot to lead in that same city — he thought of the wild shout of the insurgent masses, as with long-pent-up, but now loosened fury they poured into the devoted streets — he fancied the swelling clangour which denoted the approach of troops, ringing through the various approaches, and the clattering sounds of distant musketry as post after post in dif- ferent parts of the town was assailed. He halted before the Castle gate, where a single dragoon sat motionless in his saddle, his carbine at rest beneath his long cloak, the very emblem of peaceful security, and as Mark gazed on him, his lip curled with an insolent sneer as he thought over the false security of those within ; and that proud banner whose lazy folds scarce moved with the breath of morning, " How soon may we see a national flag replace it?" — were the words he mut- tered, as he resumed his way as slowly as before. A few minutes after brought him in front of the College. All was still silent in that vast area, along which at noon-day the wealth and the life of the city poured. A single figure here appeared, a poor miserable object in tat- tered black> who was occupied in affixing a placard on the front of the Post-office. Mark stopped to watch him — there seemed something sad and miserable in the lot of this one poor creature, singled out as it 282 THE o'donoohvx. were to labour while others were sunk in sleep. He drew uear, and as the paper was unfolded before him, read, in large letters, the worda « Capital Felony — ,£500 Reward*' — and then followed a description of John Barrington, which in every particular of height, age, look, and gesture, seemed perfectly applicable to Talbot. " Then, sorra one of me but would rather be tearing you down than putting you up,** said the bill-sticker, as with Ms arms folded leisurely on his breast, and his ragged hat set sideways on his head, he apostro- phized his handiwork. " And why so, my good fellow," said Mark, replying to the words. He turned round rapidly, and pulling off his hat, exclaimed, in an ac- cent of imfeigned delight — " Tear-an-ages, captain, is it yourself? Och ! och ! no," added he, in a tone of as great despondency — " it is the black horse that deceived me. I beg your honor's pardon." " And yon know this horse," said Mark, with some anxiety of man- ner. The bill-sticker made no answer, but carefully surveyed Mark, for a few moments from head to foot, and then, as if not perfectly satisfied •with the result of his scrutiny, he slowly resumed the implements of his trade, and prepared to move on. " Stop a moment,** said Mark, " I know what you mean, this horse belonged to ** and he pointed with his whip to th« name on the placard. Don't be afraid of me, then, for I am his friend, perhaps the nearest friend he has in the world." "Av you were his brother, you don't like him better than I do myself. I'll never forget the night he got his head laid open for ™e on the bridge there beyant. The polis wanted to take me up for a bit of a ballad I was singing about Major Sirr, and they were hauling me along through the gutter, and kicking me at every step, when up comes the captain, and he sent one flying here, and the other flying there, and he tripped up the chief, calling out to me the whole time, * Run for it, Dinny — run for it Uke a man ; Til give you five minutes fair start of them any way.* And he kept his word, though one of them cut his forehead clean down to the bone ; and here I am now sticking up a reward to take him, God pardon me" — and the poor fellow uttered the last words in a voice of self-reproach, that actually brought the tears into his eyes. Mark threw him a crown, and pressed on once more ; but somehow the convictions which resisted, before, were now shaken by this chance meeting. The recognition of the horse at once identified Talbot with Barrington, and although Mark rejected altogether any thought which THE O DONOGHUS. 283 impugned the honour of his friend, he felt obliged to beHeve that, for some object of intrigue, Talbot had assumed the name and character of this celebrated personage. The very fact of his rescuing the bill- sticker strengthened this impression. Such an act seemed to Mark far more in unison with the wayward recklessness of Talbot's character, than with the bearing of a man who might thus expose himself to capture. With the subtlety which the will supphes to furnish argu- ments for its own conviction, Mark fancied how readily Talbot might have made this personation of Barrington a master-stroke of policy, and while thus he ruminated, he reached the sea shore, and could see before him that long bleak track of sand, which, uncovered save at high tide, is called "the Bull." This was the spot appointed for the meeting, and, although now within half an hour of the time, no figure was seen upon its bleak surface. Mark rode on, and crossing the narrow channel of water which separates " the Bull" from the main-land, reached the place over which, for above two miles in extent, his eye could range freely. Still no one was to be seen ; the light ripple ol the ebbing tide was the only sound in the stillness of the morning ; there was a calmness over the surface of the sea, on which the morning sunbeams were slanting faintly, and glittering like freckled gold, wherever some passing breeze or shore-current stirred the waters. One solitary vessel could be seen, and she, a small schooner, with all her canvas bent, seemed scarcely to move. Mark watched her, as one watches any object which relieves the dreariness of waiting, he gazed on her tall spars and white sails reflected in the sea, when suddenly a bright flash burst from her side, a light- blue smoke, followed by a booming sound, rolled forth, and a shot was seen skimming the surface of the water, for above a mile in her wake ; the next moment a flag was run up to her peak, when it fluttered for f moment and was then lowered again. Mark's experience of a smug- gling hfe taught him at once to recognize these signs as signals, and he turned his gaze towards the land to discover to whom they were made ; but although for miles long the coast lay beneath his view, he could see nothing that corresponded with this suspicion. A single figure on horseback was all that he could detect, and he was too far off to observe minutely. Once more Mark turned towards the ship, which now was feehng a fresher breeze and beginning to bend beneath it. The white curl that broke from her bow, and rushed foaming along her sides, showed that she was making way through the water, not as it seemed without the will of those on board, for as the wind freshened they ■hook out their mainsail more fully, and continued at every moment to 284 THE 0*DONOUHUE. s^i/ieaa j»jnVa.^er sail. The hollow tramp of a horse's feet galloping on tne strand macie li/asi turn quickly round, and he saw the rider, whom he nhtj observea be/ore, bending his course directly towards him, Sunposing it must be Talbot, Mark turned to meet him, and the horse- man, wno nercr slackened his speed, came quickly within view, and discovereoi the features of Frederick Travers. He was unaccompanied by friend or servant, and seemed, from the condition of his horse, to have ridden at the top of his speed. Before Mark could think of what apology he should make for, or how explain Talbot's absence, Traverg addressed him " I half feared that it might not be you, Mr. O'Donoghue," said he^ as he wiped the perspiration from his brow, for he seemed no less exhausted than his horse. " I'm alone, sir," said Mark ; " and were you not unaccompanied by a friend, I should feel the difficulty of my present position more severely.'* *' I know — I am aware," said Travers, hurriedly, ** your friend is gone. I heard it but an hour since ; you, in all likelihood, were not aware of the fact, till you saw the signal yonder." " What !— Talbot's signal ! Was that his ?" "Talbot, or Barrington," said Travers, smiling; "perhaps we should better call him by the name he is best known by." "And do you concur in the sUly uotion that confounds Harry Talbot with a highwayman ?" said Mark, sternly. " I fear,** said Travers, " that in doing so I but follow the impression of all the world. It was not the least clever thing he has ever done, his deception of you. Be assured, Mr. O'Donoghue, that the matter admits of no doubt. The warrant for his apprehension, the informa- tions sworn against him, are not only plain and precise, but I have myself read certain facts of his intimacy with you, the places you have frequented, the objects for which, it is alleged, you were con- federated — all these are at this moment in the hands of the Secretary of State. Forgive me, sir, if I tell you that you appear to have trusted too implicitly to men who were not guided by your ovm principles of honour. This very day a warrant for your own arrest will be issued from the Privy Council, on the information of a man whom, I believe, you never suspected. He is a horsedealer named Lawler — Lanty Lawler." • " And he Jias sworn informations against me ?" ** He has done more ; he has Droduced letters written by yom' h&isd, THE O DONOGHUE. 285 And addressed to diflferent leaders of tlie United Irish party, letters whose treasonable contents do not admit of a doubt. " And the scoundrel has my letters V* said Mark, as his face grew purple with passion. " He has them no longer," said Travers. " Here they are, sir. They were shown ia confidence to my father, by one, who certainly is not your friend. Sir Marmaduke asked permission to let me see them, and I have taken on myself, without permission, to give them back to you." " At whose suggestion," said Mark, proudly, " comes this act of grace ? Is it your father, who extends his protection to a tenant, or is it yourself, whose wish is to humble me by an obligafAoji V* " There is none," said Travers, frankly. ** I believe, that scoundrels without heart or courage have laid a trap for a man who has both one and the other. I do not desire you should accept my conduct as a favour, still less as offering any bar to such a reckoning between us as two gentleman of equal place and standing may demand or expect from one another." " Say you so, indeed !" cried Mark, as his eyes flashed with joy : "is that your meaning?" " There's my hand on 'i%' aaad "I'ravefB, -"'as friend or foe T Mark grasped his hand, and wrung it with a convulsive pressure. " Then you are aware that you owe me such a reparation," said he, in a voice tremulous with emotion. " You do not forget the day at Carrig-na-curra — beside the hearth— before my brother ?'' " I remember it well," said Travers. " I ask your pardon for the insult. It was unworthy of me to have made the speech, nor have I been on good terms with myself since I uttered it." Mark dropped his head, and uttered not a word. He could better have looked on Travers wounded and bleeding than have seen him thus elevated above himself by temper and manly candour. The vengeance he had yearned after so long was not only snatched from his grasp, but in the bitterness of disappointment its sting was turned against himself. ** This would be an unworthy cause of quarrel," said Travers ; ** one of which I could not out feel ashamed, and wherein you could have no pride. If we are not to be friends — and I seek no man's friendship who is not as willing to accept of mine — if we are not to be friends, let j>ur enmity be ratitied on some better cause — we surely can have little difficuity in finding one." Mark nodded assentingly, and Travers resumed — ** 'there is something still more pressing than this. My father will 185 THE o'dONOQHUB. be able to defer the issue of the warrant against you for three A«y% when the Privy Council wiU again be summoned together. Until that time you are safe. Make good use of it, therefore. Leave the capital — reach some place of security ; and, after some time, when the excite- Itient of the affair has passed away " "By a due expression ot sorrow and penitence, I might be fortunate enough to obtam the King's pardon. You were about to say so much. Is*t not so?-* ** Not exactly," said Frederick, smiling ; " but now that the Govern- ment are in possession of the secret details of this plot, and thoroughly aware of the men engaged in it, and what their objects are, to persist in it, would be hopeless folly. Believe me, the chances were never in your favour, and at present you have not a single one left. For your sake, Mr. O'Donoghue, this is most fortunate. The courage that would seem madness in a hopeless cause, will win you fame and honour where the prospects are fairer. There is a new world beyond the seas, where men of hardy minds and enterprising spirits achieve rank and fortune — in India, where war has all the features of chivalry, where personal daring and heroism are surer roads to distinction than influence and patronage ; DO prize will be too high for your aspirations." Mark was silent, and Travers conjecturing that his words were sink- ing into his heart with a persuasive power, went on to repicture the ad- venturous life which should open to him, if he would consent to leave his country, and seek fortune beyond the seas. As he continued to speak, they rode along side by side, and at last came to that part of the shore, where a road branched off. Here Mark suddenly drew up, and said — " I must say good-bye here, Mr. Travers. My path will lie this way for the present. Do not suspect me of want of feeling because I have not thanked you for the part you have taken ; but in truth you have averted the evil from one whose life has nothing worth living for. You have saved me from a danger, but I am without a hope. Betrayed and cheated by those I trusted, I have little care for the fixture, because I have no confidence in any thing. Nay, nay — don't speak of that again. I will not go to India — I will not accept of favours from a country that has been the enemy of my own. The epaulette which t/ou wear with honour, would be a badge of disgrace upon my shoulder. Good-bye, I fan afford to thank you, because you have not made a service take the orra of an * amende.' *' Iravers forbore to press him fhrlhei '. "He wisely judged that enough had been done for the present, and that his safety being provided for. THE o'donoghue. aoy time and oppormnity wculd both present themselves for the remainder. He shook his proffered hand witli cordiahty, and they separated, Fre- derick to return to Dublin, Mark to wander whereTer chance might incline him. " He said truly,'* exclaimed Mark, as soon as he once more found him- self separated from his companion — " he said truly, the chances were never in our favour, and at present we have not a single one left. The cause which depends on such elements as these is worse than hopeless." Such were the words that broke from him, as, in sorrow and humiliation, he remembered the character of his associates, and felt, in deep shame, the companionship he had fallen into. " H^d there been but one true to me !" exclaimed he, in accents of misery, " I could have stood against the shock, stout hearted ; but to find all false — all !" Seeking out some of the least frequented lanes, he rode on for several miles, caring little which way, so long as he turned from the capital ; — for although as yet no personal danger threatened him, a nervous sense of shame made him dread the sight of his former acquaintances. Again and again did the thought recur to him : " How will Kate hear me spoken of? In what light will my actions be displayed to her ? Is it as the miserable dupe of such a wretch as Lawler, or is it as the friend and chosen companion of Barrington, I would be known ? And yet, what have I to fear, to whom no hope is left !'* Among the many sources of his sorrow, one recurred at every mo- ment, and mingled itself with every other thought : " What would their noble-hearted friends in France say of them ? — ^how would they speak of a land whose struggle for freedom is stained with treachery, or which cannot number in the ranks of its defenders but the felon or the outlaw V* For the deceit practised on the people he felt bitterly. He knew with what devotedness they followed the cause — the privations . they had borne in silence, awaiting the time of retribution — how they had for- borne all ebulHtions of momentary passion, in expectation of the day of a greater reckoning — with what trust they obeyed their leaders — how im- plicitly they confided in every direction given for their guidance. Can patriotism like this survive such a trial ? Will they ever beheve in the words of their chief again ? — were questions which his heart answered despondingly. The day wore over in these sad musings, and by evening, Mark, who had made a wide circuit of the country, arrived at the village of Lucan, where he passed the night. As day was breaking, he was again on the Toad, directing his steps towards Wicklow, where in the wild district Hear Blessington, he had acquaintance with several farmers, aU sincerely 29^ THE Q^DONOGHUB. de^'Oted to tVe *' United party." It was as much to rescue his own chfti racter frciT> f^v false imputations that might be cast on it, as from any h.ope of learning favourable tidings, that he turned hither. The moun- tain countrv, too, promised security for the present, and left him time re thmR wnat course he should follow. MarK did net m:jscalculate the good feeling of the people in this auarte". No success, however triumphant, would have made him one nait so popular as his disasters had done. That he had been betrayed, was an appeal stronger than all others to their best affections ; and had the deliverance of Ireland depended on his safety, there could not have been greater efforts to provide for it, nor more heartfelt solicitude for his own comfort. He found, too, that the treachery of individuals did not shake general confidence in the success of the plot, so much hope had they of French assistance and co-operation. These expectations were often exaggerated, because the victories of the French armies had been represented as triumphs against which no opposition availed ; but they served to keep up national courage j and the theme of all their discourses and their ballads was the same : " The French will do us right." If Mark did not fully concur in the expectations so confidently formed, he was equally far from feeling disposed to throw any damper on them ; and at length, as by daily intercourse these hopes became familiarized to his mind, he ended by a partial belief in that future to which all still looked, undismayed by past reverses : and in this way time rolled on, ind the embers of rebellion died noc out, out smould^xod* THE o'donoghtjb. 5lS9 CHAPTER XXXV. THE wanderer's BETUBN* xT was about two months after the events detailed in the last chapter, on the evening of a bright day in midsummer, that a soUtary traveller was seen descending one of the mountain-passes which lead from Macroom to Glengariif, and which were only known to those well acquainted with the place. He led his horse by the bridle, for the ground did not admit of riding ; but were it otherwise, the beast showed too many signs of a hard journey not to make the course advisable, and in this respect both horse and rider well agreed. The man, though young and ath- letic, was emaciated and weary-looking. His clothes, once good, seemed neglected ; and his beard, unshaven and uncared for, gave an air of sa- vage ferocity to a face pale and care-worn, while his horse, with as many evidences of better days, exhibited unquestionable signs of fatigue and bad-feeding. The path by which he descended was the cleft worn by a mountain-torrent, a rough and rugged road, with many spots of diffi- culty and danger, but neither these nor the scene which unfolded itself in the glen beneath, attracted any share of his attention ; and yet few scenes were fairer to look upon. The sun was just setting, and its last glories were lighting up the purple tints upon the mountains, and shed- ding a flood of golden hue over lake and river. The bright yellow of the furze, and the gay colours of the foxglove contrasted with the stern grandeur of the dark rocks, while in the abundance of wild holly and arbutus which grew from even the most precipitous places, the scene had a character of seeming cultivation to an eye unpractised to the fo- liage of this lovely valley. The traveller, who, for above an hour, had pursued his way, treading with the skill of a mountaineer over places where a false step might have perilled life, and guiding his horse with a caution that seemed an instinct, so little of his attention did it exac^ at last halted, and, leaning his arm over his saddle, stood for soma time in contemplation of the picture. From the spot on which ht stood, one solitary cabin was discernible on the side of the road that wound through the valley, and from whose chimney a thin blue smoke slowly curled, and floated along the mountain side. On this little habita- tion the traveller's eyes were fixedly bent, until their gaze was dimmed by a passing emotion. He drew his hand roughly over his face, as if angry V t90 THE 0*DONOGHUX. at his own weakness, and was about to proceed on his way, when a shrill whistle from a cliff above his head arrested his step. It was a mountain recognition he well knew, and was about to reply to, when suddenly, with a bounding speed that seemed perilous in such a place, a creature clad in the most tattered rags, but with naked legs and bare head, came springing towards him, " I knew jou from the top of Goorhaun dhub — I knew you well. Master Mark. There's not many with a good coat on their back could venture over the way you came, and I said to myself it was you," cried Terry the Woods, as with his pale features lit up in smiles, he wel- comed the young O'Donoghue to his native hills. " How are they all yonder ?" asked Mark, in a voice scarcely above a whisper, pointing with his finger up the glen in the direction of Car- rig-na-curra, but which was not visible from where they were. " I saw the master yesterday," repHed Terry, who applied to the O^Donoghue the respected title by which he was known in his own household. " He was sitting on a big chair at the window, and the young girl with the black eyes was reading to him out of a book — but sorra much he was mindin' it, for when he seen me he beckoned this way, and says he, * Terry, you villain, why don't you ever come up here now and talk to me V * Faix,' says I, * I haven't the heart to do it. Since Master Mark was gone, I didn't like the place,' and the master wiped his eyes, and the young girl made a sign to me not to speak about that any more.** " And who is at 'the Lodge' now ?" asked Mark, endeavouring tore- strain any semblance of emotion, even before Terry. " There^s nobody but the agent. The family is over in England till the house is ready for them. Oh, then, but you'll wonder to see the ilhgant place it is now, wid towers and spires all over it — the ground aU gardens, with grass walks as fine as a carpet, and the beautifuUest flowers growin' against the walls and up against the windows, and a fountain, as they call it, of cool water spouting up in the air, and com- ing down like rain." " And my brother — ^where is he ?" " He^s over in England with the family from ' the Lodge ;' the black- eyed girl, Miss Kate, wouldn't go. They say — but there's no knowing if it's true — they say she likes Hemsworth better than the Captain — and troth, if she does, its a dhroU choice." " Like Hemsworth ! Do they say that my cousin likes Hems- worth ?" said Mark, whose anger was only kept down by gazing on the tranquil features of the poor witless object before him. I THE O DONOGHUE, 29i: "They do,'* said Terry quietly, "and it's razonable, too, seein' that he*s never out of the house from morning till night." " What house ? — where do you mean V "What house but Carrig-na-curra — your father's house." Mark passed his hand across his forehead, and over his closed eyelids, and for a second or two seemed trying to dispel some horrible vision, for deep-rooted as was his jealousy of Frederick Travers, his most gloomy forebodings had never conjured up the thought of such a rival as Hems worth, nor did he now credit it. His indignation was, however, scarcely less to think that this man should now be received on terms of intimacy, perhaps of friendship, by those he so long pursued with insult and oppression. He paid no attention to Terry, as he continued to narrate the changes effected in his absence, and the various surmises current among the people to account for his long absence, when at length they approached the high road that led up the valley. Here Terry halted, and, pointing in the direction of Mary's cabin, about half a mile distant, said — " I can't go any farther with you. I dar'n't go there." *' And why not, my poor fellow?" said Mark, compassionately, for the terror depicted in his face too plainly indicated the return of some hallucination. " They're there, now," said Terry, in a faint whisper, "watching for me. They're five weeks waiting to catch me, but if I keep in the mountains I needn't care." '* And who are they, Terry ?'* " The soldiers," said Terry, trembling all over. " I ran away from them, and they want to shoot me for desarting." "And there are soldiers quartered at Mary's now ?" " Ay, and at Macroom, and at Bantry, and Kinsale — they have them all round us ; but devil a one o' me cares j so long as they keep to the towns, I'll never trouble them." " And how does poor Mary bear it ?" said Mark. " Bad enough, I hear, for nobody ever goes into the house at all, since she had the red-coats, and there she's pining away every day; but I must be going. I'll come down and see you soon. Master Mark, and I hope you won't lave us in a hurry again." Terry did not wait for any rejoinder to this speech, but with the agility of his wild life, sprung lightly up the mountain, from whence his voice was heard gaily carol- ling as he went, long afterwards. Mark looked after him for a few moments, and probably amid tHc compassionate feelings with which he regarded the poor creature^ there 292 THE 0*DONOGHUE. were mingled others of actual envy, so light-hearted and happy did he seem amidst all his poverty. " I could even change with him," said Mark, aloud, and then, as if he had unburdened his heart of its weary load, he resumed his way. The grey twilight was fast merging into night, as he approached the little inn, nor was it without emotion that he watched the light that streamed from the windows across the road. Many an evening of his happy boyhood had been passed beside that humble hearth — many a thrilling tale and many a merry story had he listened to, there. Beneath that roof it was he first imbibed the proud thoughts of his house and family, and learned to know the estimation in which men held his name. It was there he first felt the spirit of chieftainship, and there, too, he had first devoted himself to the cause of his country. Alas ! these were but sad memories, how he had lived to find himself deceived, by every one he had trusted ; falsehood and treachery in so many shapes surrounded him, that it needed only the extinction of hope to make him feel his life a weary and unprofitable load. He stood for a few seconds before the door, and listened with an indignant spirit to the coarse re- velry of the soldiers who caroused within. Their very laughter smots upon his ear like derision, and he turned away from the spot, angry and impatient. Some vague resolve to return home and take a last farewell of his father, was the only plan he could fix on ; whither, afterwards, or how, he knew not, nor did he care. Like most men who attribute their failures in life to evil destinies that sway them, and not to their own faults and follies, his fatalism urged him to a recklessness of the future, and in place of hope there sprung up in his heart a strange feeling of wonder to think, what trials and straits fortune might yet have in store for him. He often deliberated with himself how he should meet, and how part with his father — whether acknowledge that he knew the secret of the deceit that had been practised upon him, or whether he should conceal that knowledge within his own bosom. To do the latter was his final resolve. To spare the old man the added misery of know- ing that his son had detected his criminality, was the suggestion of his better and purer feeling, and even though his lea\dng him should thus be wanting in the only excuse he could proffer, he preferred this to the misery another course would entail. At last he reached the old gateway, and often as it had been his lot ti bring beneath its shadow a heavy and sorrow-struck heart, never had hs passed it so deeply depressed as now. '•Come on, good beast," he said, patting the wearied horse, "you ^^ Way/io^^j Ar^^Ay^ THE 0*DONOGHUE. 293 shall have rest here, and that," said he, with a sigh, " that, is more thau I can promise to myself." With these sad words he toiled up the steep ascent, and gained the terrace in front of the Castle. There were lights burning in the old tower and in the hall, but all the rest of the building was in darkness. The door lay open, and as Mark stood within it, he could hear the mel- low sounds of a harp which came floating softly through the long- vaulted corridor, blended with a voice that stirred the fibres of his strong heart, and made him tremble like a child. " Why should I not linger here?" thought he ; "why not stay and listen to these sweet sounds ? I shall *iever hear them more !" and he stood and bent his ear to drink them in, and stirred not until they ceased. The last chord had died away in silence — then hastily fasten- ing his horse to the door-ring, he entered the long passage unnoticed by any, and reached the door. The sound of voices, as of persons talking pleasantly together, struck hardly on his ear, and the loud laughter that burst forth grated strangely on his senses. " They have little sorrow for the outcast — that is certain," said he, as, with a swelling heart and proud step, he opened the door and entered. This part of the room lay in deep shadow, and while Mark could dis- tinctly perceive the others, they could but dimly discern the outline of his figure, without being able to recognize him. His father and Sir Archy were seated, as of old, on either side of the chimney ; Kate was leaning over her harp, which she had just ceased to play ; while seated near her, and bending forward in an attitude of eager attention, was Hemsworth himself," the man of all others he least wished to see at such a moment. " Who is that ?" cried the O'Donoghue, "who is standing yonder?" and they all turned their eyes towards the door. "Why don't you speak?" continued the old man. "Have you any tidings from my son ? — ^is it news of Mark you bring me ?" " Even so, sir," responded the other, as he slowly advanced into the strong light, his arms folded upon his breast, and his brow stern and contracted. " Mark ! — my boy ! my child !" cried the old man, springing from his chair, and, with a strength that seemed at once to defy age and in- firmity, rushed towards him, and threw his arms about him. " He's here — he's with us once more !" said he, in accents half choked by sobs — " my son ! my hope ! my pride !'* — and while the old man poured forth these words of happiness, the young one stood pale, cold, and 294 THE o'donoghue, •eemingly apathetic. His eyes bent on va'iancy, and his features devM of all expression of passion, he turned from Sir Archy, who grasped on« hand, and looked at Kate, who held the other between hers, but in his gaze there was rather the look of one suddenly recalled to conscious- ness out of some long-fevered sleep, than the healthful aspect of waking life. "You are not ill, Mark — ^you're only fatigued," said Kate, as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek, and fell upon his hand. Mark started as he felt the drop, and looked at her with a searching glance, then turned his eyes towards Hemsworth, and back again to her, and for the first time a stern an(J scornful smile curled upon his lip. Kate seemed to read the glance, and returned it with a look, proud and haughty as his own, while dropping his hand, she walked towards her chair without speaking. " "We maun let him hae a bit supper as soon as may be," said Sir Archy, whose practical good sense saw how much bodily fatigue in- fluenced the youth's demeanour. " Supper 1" said the O'Donoghue; "ay, faith, every bottle in the cellar would be too little to celebrate the boy's return. Ring that bell, ^.rchy. Where is Kerry ? What are the people doing not to know that their young master is here ?" " At another moment, I should beg that Mr. O'Donoghue might re- member me," said Hemsworth, with a deferential bow. " And I hope the time is coming when I may be permitted to renew my acquaintance ; — ibr the present, I feel how unsuited the presence of a stranger is, on an occasion like this, and cannot better show how deeply I appreciate feeUng than by taking my leave." So saying, he courteously saluted the O'Donoghue, Sir Archy, and Kate; while, turning to Mark, he proffered his hand, as he said — " Pray, sir, let the occasion excuse the liberty, and permit me to add my welcome also." " You do the honours of this house too early, sir," was Mark's sa- vage reply, while he folded his arms upon his breast, and measured Hemsworth with a glance of withering scorn. '^I'm beneath my father's roof. It is not for a stranger to bid me welcome here." Hemsworth smiled, and muttered some words in mild acquiescence, their tone and accent were apologetic, and the manner in which he ipoke them humble even to humihty. When they were uttered, he lowed deeply, and with a look towards the others that seemed to indi- late the absence of any feehng of offence, withdrew. THE O DONOGHUE. 295 •*You are unco severe on Maister Hemsworth, Mark,'* said Si? Archy, gravely. " If his politeness wasna altogether correct, it was weel intended." ** Mark was all right, whatever he said," cried the old man, exult- ingly. " Egad, I'll not dispute with the hoy to-night, if he thought proper to throw the fellow out of the window." " I am sorry my rudeness should have offended others," said Mark, with a sidelong glance at Kate. " As for Mr. Hemsworth, we under- stand each other. He neither thinks better nor worse of me than he did before." "D n Hemsworth !" said the Q'Donoghue ; "why are we talk- ing of him at all ? Sit down beside me, Mark. Let me see you again, my boy, in your old place. Give me your hand, and let me think that my three months of fretting have only been a dream." " Would it had been a dream to me," said Mark, with a deep sigh, as he seated himself beside the old man. " Come, come, Mark," said Sir Archy, *' Ye nae often laughed at my Scotch adage about * byganes,' let me have my revenge now, by applying it to your own fortunes." " So, you have come at last," cried the O'Donoghue, as Kerry O'Leary at length made his appearance at the door. " Is Master Mark to go supperless to bed ^" " Master Mark," shouted Kerry, " Oh, murther alive, and is it him- self that's in it. Oh, blessed hour, but I'm glad to see you home again, and your honor looking so well and hearty. Maybe we won't have bon- fires over the hills, when the boys hear it.'* " The supper, the supper. Confound the fellow, the boy is famished, and the rascal stands prating there about bonfires." " My horse is far more in need of care than I am," said Mark, sud- denly, remembering the wearied animal he left fastened to the door. "I must look to the poor beast before I take anything myself;" and so saying he left the room, none wishing to gainsay anything he desired to do, " Poor fellow," said the O'Donoghue, " how pale and carewoni he looks — he appears to have suffered heavily." " Depend upon it," said Sir Archy, gravely, " the lad has learned much since we saw him last. I dinna mislike the look his features have, although it be one of sorrow. What says Kate ?" No answer followed this appeal, but the young girl turned away her head, and affected to assist in arranging the table. " Mind, Archy," said the O'Donoghue eagerly, "remember, not a 196 THE o'dONOGHVE. l?ord about his absence, no questioning whatever — the boy has gona through too many troubles already to bear the penalty of relating them. Take care, too, that there be no allusion to Hemsworth, Mark does not yet know the friendly part he has taken, and only knows him as we used to think and speak of him of old — but hush, here he comes." When Mark re-entered the room, he seemed at least easier, if not happier, than before. The cloud that Hemsworth' s presence threw over him had passed away, and he felt anxious to show himself in more favourable colours than his first appearance had displayed. "While, therefore, he did his utmost to repay to his father and uncle, the kind and affectionate greetings by which they met him — to his cousin Kate he was either sternly distant, or totally indifferent in manner ; and when at last, repulsed in many efforts to attract his notice, she arose to retire for the night, he took a formal leave of her, and seemed relieved by hei departure. This was not remarked by the O'Donoghue ; but Sir Archy was a shrewd observer, and noted the circumstance with displeasure ; still, too careful of consequences to show that he had observed it, he reserved his interference for another and more favourable moment, and soon afterwards, wished them good night, and left the room. " It is time for me to go also," said Mark, as, after a silence of some moments, he arose, and lighted a candle. " I have not been accustomed to a good bed latterly, and I feel that one sound night's sleep is due to me. " But for that, Mark, I could not part with you just yet. I have so much to say, so much to hear from you. There have been many things during your absence I must tell you of." " And first of all," said Mark, rapidly, " How comes that man, Hemsworth, so intimate here? "What claim has he to darken our door with his presence ?" "The strong claim of true friendship," said the old man, firmly, "a claim I have not met so much of in life, that I can afford to undervalue *it when it does present itself. But for him, the ejectment would have been sued out last assizes — he saved us also from a foreclosure of Drake's mortgage — advanced me five thousand pounds upon my own bond, Archy being a co-surety, which you well know was a matter of form. This, besides saving us from any proceedings the Travers' might have taken, in revenge for their own disappointment about Kate " " Speak more plainly, I beg you, sir, and above all, please to remem- ber that I am ignorant of everything you allude to. What of Kate ?" ** Oh, I forgot you were not with us then. It was a proposal of mar- riage. Young Travers made your cousin a briUiant offer, as far as THE o'donoghue. 297 money was concerned, which Kate refused. There was some nego- ciation about leaving the thing open. Something about tlie future — I forget exactly what — 'but I only know she was peremptory and decided, as she always is, and wrote to me to take her home. Archy went up for her to Dublin, and the Travers' soon after left Ireland in high indignation with us, and determined, as we soon found, to let us feel their enmity. Then it was that we learned to appreciate Hemsworth, whom all along we had so completely mistaken, and indeed, but for him, we should never have heard of you." " Of me. What did he know of me ?" *' Everything, Mark — ail" — said the old man, in a low whisper, as ne stole a prying glance through the room to satisfy himself that they were not overheard. " Once more, sir, speak out, and intelligibly — say, what this man assumes to know of me V " He knew Talbot — Barrington rather" — said the O'Donoghue, in a low voice — " knew of your intercourse with him — knew of the plot that fellow laid to entangle you in his schemes — knew all about the robbery at the Curragh, and saved you, without your knowing it, from being there. But for him, Mark, your name would have figured in the " Hue-and-Cry." A reward for your apprehension was actually deli- berated at the Privy Council. Hemsworth rescued you from this " " The scoundrel — the base, black-hearted villain," exclaimed Mark, *' did he dare to speak thus of me ?" " You mistake, Mark, he never said you were culpable — he only de- plored the fatal accident of your intimacy with Barrington — a man twice convicted and sentenced — that in company with this man you frequented certain houses of high play, where more than one large robbery was effected. Then came the Castle ball — was it not true that rou went there ? Well, the diamond snuff-box stolen from Lord Clan- goff, at the card table " " Hell and confusion, you will drive me mad," cried Mark, stamping his foot with passion. " This infernal mixture of truth and falsehood — this half fact and all lying statement is more than my brain can bear. What does this scoundrel mean — is it that I am guilty of a robbery V* "Heaven forbid, boy, but that you lived on terms of closest friend- ship with one branded as a felon, and that information of your inti- macy with him was obtained by the police, who, for political reasons — you are aware of what I mean — would strain a point to have caught you within their grasp. There were letters too, Mark, written by you Wm TBI O DONOGHUE. and of such a character as would, if proved against you, have cost your life ; these, Ilemsworth, by some means, obtained and destroyed.** •* Ah, did he so," cried Mark, eagerly, for now a sudden light broke in upon him of the game that Hemsworth had played, "and so, he burned my letters ?" ** You know now, then, something of the services he rendered you," said the old man, who began at last to be satisfied that conviction was coming home to Mark's mind. " I do," replied he, calmly, " I believe that I can appreciate his kindness, and I believe also I may promise that I shall not prove un- grateful — and Kate, sir, what said she to those revelations concerning me?" "What we all said, Mark, that nothing dishonourable would ever lie at your door — there might be rashness, Jumprudence, and folly, but guilt or dishonour never." " And my uncle, he is generally a shrewd and cautious judge — what was his opinion ?" " Faith it is hard to say, Mark, but I think with all his affected freedom from prejudice, he nourishes his old notions about Hemsworth as strong as ever, and persists in thinking the Travers' family every- thing amiable and high-minded , indeed, he forced me to let Herbert accompany them to England, for I let him take the boy into his own hands, and so, as the invitation had been made and accepted before Kate had refused the Captain's offer, I thought it would look better €ven to suffer matters to take their course quietly, as if nothing had happened." " It was well done," said Mark, assentingly, " and now I have heard enough to dream over for one night at least, and so I'll to bed." " Remember, Mark," said the O'Donoghue, grasping his son's ainn, " remember I am solemnly pledged to Hemsworth never to tell you anything of these matters — it was a promise he exacted from me — I rely upon you, Mark, not to betray me.*' " My discretion is above price, sir," said Mark, smiling dubiously, •nd left the room* ifiE o'donoghtje» ' 2991 CHAPTER XXXVI. "suspicions on evert side." Early on the following morning Mark O'Donoghue was on his way to " the Lodge." To see Hemsworth, and dare him to a proof of his assertions regarding him, or provoke him, if possible, to a quarrel, were his waking thoughts throughout the night, and not even all his weari- ness and exhaustion could induce sleep. He did not, indeed, know the full depth of the treachery practised against him ; but in what he had discovered there were circumstances that portended a well-planned and systematic scheme of villainy. The more Mark reflected on these things, the more he saw the importance of proceeding with a certain caution. Hemsworth' s position at Carrig-na-curra, the advances he had made in his father's esteem, the place he seemed to occupy in Kate's good graces, were such that any altercation which should not succeed in unmasking the infamy of his conduct, would only be regarded as a burst of boyish intemperance and passion ; and although Mark was still but too much under the influence of such motives, he was yet far less so than formerly ; besides, to fix a duel on Hemsworth might be taken as the consequences of a sense of rivalry on his part, and anger that his cousin had preferred him to himself. This thought was intolerable ; the great effort he proposed to his heart, was to eradicate every senti- ment of affection for his cousin, and every feeling of interest. To be able to regard her as one whose destiny had never crossed with his own — to do this, was now become a question of self-esteem and pride. To return her indifference as haughtily as she bestowed it, was a duty he thought he owed to himself, and therefore he shrunk from anything which should have the faintest semblance of avenging his own defeat. Such were some of the difficulties of his present position, and he thought over them long and patiently, weighing well the consequences each mode of acting might entail, and deliberating with himself as to what course he should follow. His first resolve, then, which was to fasten a hostile meeting upon Hemsworth, was changed for what seemed a better line of procedure — which was simply to see that gentleman, to demand an explanation of the statements he had made concerning him, calling upon him to retract whenever anything unfounded occurred, and re- quiring him to acknowledge that he had given a colouring and semblance to his conduct at total variance with fact. By this means, Mark calcu |00 ^ THE o'dONOGBTTV. jited on the low position to which Hemsworth would be reduced in Kate's estimation, the subterfuges and excuses he would be forced to adopt, — all the miserable expedients to gloss over his falsehood, and all the contemptible straits to conceal his true motives. To exhibit him in this light before Kate's eyes, she whose high sense of honour never brooked the slightest act that savoured of mere expediency, would be a far more ample revenge than any which should follow a personal rencontrco " She shall see him in his true colours," muttered he to himself, as he went along ; " she shall know something of the man to whom she would pledge honour and affection ; and then, when his treachery is open as the noon-day, and the blackness of his heart revealed, she shall be free to take him, unscathed and uninjured. I'll never touch a hair of hii head." Mark had a certain pride in thus conducting himself on this occasion, to show that he possessed other qualities than those of rash and impe- tuous courage — that he could reason calmly and act deliberately, was now the great object he had at heart. Nor was the least motive that prompted him the desire he felt to exhibit himself to Kate in circum- stances more favourable than any mere outbreak of indignant rage would display him. The more he meditated on these things, the more firm and resolute were his determinations not to suffer Hemsworth to escape his difficul- ties, by converting the demand for explanation into an immediate cause of quarrel. Such a tactique he thought it most probable Hemsworth would at once adopt, as the readiest expedient in his power. "No,'* said Mark to himself, "he shall find that he has mistaken me ; my patience and endurance will stand the proof ; he must and shall avow his own baseness, and then, if he wish for fighting " The clenched lip and flashing eye the words were accompanied by, plainly confessed that, if Mark had adopted a more pacific line of con- duct, it certainly was not in obedience to any temptations of his will. Immersed in his reveries, he found himself in front of "the Lodge" before he was aware of it ; and, although his thoughts were of a nature that left him little room for other considerations, he could not help standing in surprise and admiration at the changes effected in his ab- sence. The neat but unpretending cottage had now been converted into building of Elizabethean style ; the front extended along the lake side, to which it descended in two terraced gardens. The ample windows, thrown open to the ground, displayed a suite of apartments furnished with all that taste and luxury could suggest — the walls ornamented by pictures, and the panels of both doors and window-shutters formed of THE o'dONOGHUE. 30i plate glass, reflecting the mountain scenery in every variety of light and shadow. The rarest flowers, the most costly shrubs, brought from long distances, at great risk and price, were here assembled to add theit beauties to a scene where nature had already been so lavish. While Mark was yet looking about iit quest of the entrance to the building, he saw a man approach, with whose features he was well ac- quainted. This was no other than Sam. Wylie, the sub-agent, the same he had treated so roughly when last they met. The fellow seemed to know that, though in certain respects the tables were now turned, yet, that with such a foe as Mark O'Donoghue, any exhibition of triumph might be an unsafe game ; so he touched his hat, and was about to move past in silence, when Mark cried out — *' I want to speak with your master — can I see him ?" ** Master !" said Wylie, and his sallow face grew sallower and sick- lier. " If ye mean Mr. Hemsworth, sir " " Of course I do. If I spoke of Sir Marmaduke Travers, I should mean his master. Is he at home ?'* " No, sir ; he has left *the Lodge.'" " Left it ! — since when ? I saw him last night at ten o'clock." " He left here before eleven," was Wylie's answer. ** When is he expected back ?" **Not for a week, at soonest, sir.. It may be even longer, if, as he said, it were necessary for him to go to England." " To England !" exclaimed Mark, in bitter disappointment, for in the distance the hope of speedy vengeance seemed all but annihilated. ** What is his address in Dublin ?" said he, recovering himself. * To the office of the Upper Secretary, sir, I am to address all his letters," said Wylie, for the first time venturing on a slight approach to a smile. " His hotel, I mean. Where does he stop in the city ?" " He usually stays in the Lower Castle-yard, sir, when in town, and probably will be there now, as the Privy Council is sitting, and they may want to examine him." The slow measured tone in which these few words were uttered gave them a direct application to Mark himself, which made him flush deeply. He stood for a few seconds, seemingly in doubt, and then turned his steps towards home. "Did you hear what the young O'Donoghue said; there, as he passed ?" said Wylie to a labouring man who stood gazing after the youth. " I did, faix," replied the other ; " I heerd it plain enough.** SOS THK o'dONOGHUE. "Tell me the words, Pat— I'd like to hear them.'* "Tis what he said — * He's escaped me this time ; but, by G — , he'll not haye the same luck always.' " " It was Mr. Hemsworth he was after," said Wylie. " It was hiai he meant." " To be sure it was ; didn't I hear him asking after him." " All right — so you did," added Wylie, nodding. " Take care you don't forget the words, that's all, and here's the price of a glass to keep your memory fresh." And he chucked a sixpence to the man, who, as he caught it, gave a look of shrewd intelligence, that showed he felt there was a compact between them. Mark moved homewards in deep thought. There was a time when disappointment would have irritated him rather than have suggested any new expedient for success. Now he was changed in this respect. If baflEled, he did not feel defeated. His first anger over, he began ta think how best he should obtain a meeting with Hemsworth, and a re* tractation of his calumnies against himself. To venture back to Dublin would have been unsafe on every account. The informations sworn against him by Lanty Lawler might be at any moment used for his capture. In Glenflesk alone was he safe ; so long as he remained there, no force Government would think of sending against him could avail ; nor was it likely, for the sake of so humble an individual as himself, that they would take measures which would have the effect of disclosing their knowledge of the plot, and thus warn other and more important persons of the approaching danger. Mark's first determination to leave home at once, was thus altered by these casual circumstances. He must await Hemsworth' s return, since, without the explanation he looked for, he never could bring himself to take leave of his friends. As he pondered thus, a servant in Hemsworth's livery rode rapidly past him. Mark looked suddenly up, and perceived, with some surprise, from the train of dust upon the road, that the man was coming from Carrig-na-curra. Slight as the incident was, he turned his thoughts from his own fortunes to fix them on those of his cousin Kate. By what magic this man Hemsworth had won favour in her eyes he could not conceive. That he should have overcome all the prejudices of his father was strange enough ; but that Kate, whose opinions of people seldom or ever underwent a change, and who of all others professed to dislike that very plausibility of manner which Hemsworth possessed, that she could forgive and forget the tyrannies with which his name was associated — she whose spirit no sordid bait could tempt, nor any mean THE O^DONOGHUE. 303 object of personal ambition bias — this was, indeed, inexplicable. Twice or thrice a thought flashed across him, if it should not be true, — if it were merely one of those rumours which the world builds on circum- stances, — that Hemsworth's intimacy was the sole foundation for the report, and the friendly interchange of visits the only reason for the story. *' I must know this," said Mark ; "it may not be too late to save her. I may have come back in the very nick of time, and if so, I shall deem this piece of fortune more than enough to requite all the mis- chances of my life." As he spoke thus he had reached the little flower-garden, which, in front of the tower, was the only spot of cultivation around the old build- ing. His eye wandered over the evidences of care, few and slight as they were, with pleasant thoughts of her who suggested the culture, when at the turn of a walk he beheld his cousin coming slowly towards him. " Good morrow, Mark," said she, extending her hand, and with a smile that betokened no angry memory of the preceding night ; " you took but little sleep for one so much fatigued as you were." " And you, cousin, if I mistake not, even as little. I saw a light burning in your room when day was breaking." "An old convent habit," said she, smiling; "our matins used to be as early." A low, soft sigh followed this speech "Yes," said Mark, "you have reason to regret it; your life was happier there ; you had the pleasure of thinking, that many a mile away in this remote land, there were relatives and friends to whom you were dear, and of whom you might feel proud ; sad experience has told you how unworthy we are of your afi*ection, how much beneath your esteem. The cold realities that strip life of its ideal happiness are only endurable when age has blunted our affections and chilled our hearts. In youth their poignancy is agony itself. Yes, Kate, I can dare to say it, even to you, would that you had never come amongst us." "I will not misunderstand you, Mark ; I will not affect to think that, in your speech, there is any want of affection for me ; I will take it as you mean "it, that it had been better for me ; and, even on your own showing, I tell you, nay. If I have shed some tears within these old walls, yet have my brightest hours been passed within them. Never, until I came here, did I know what it was to minister to another's hap- piness ; never did I feel before the ecstacy of being able to make joy more pleasurable, and sorrow less afflicting. The daughter feeling has 304 THE 0*DONOGHUE. filled up what was once a void in my poor heart ; and when you pity me for this- life of loneliness, my pulse has throbbed with delight to think how a duty, rendered by one as humble and insignificant as I am, can ennoble life, and make of this quiet valley a scene of active enjoy- ment." " So you are happy here, Kate," said he, taking her hand, " and would not wish to leave it V* " No, Mark, never ; there would be no end to my ambition were the great world open to me, and the prizes all glittering before me — ambi- tions which should take the shape not of personal aggrandizement, but high hope for objects that come not within a woman's sphere. Here, affection sways me ; there, it might be prejudice or passion." " Ambition !" muttered Mark, catching at the word ; " ambifion, the penalty you pay for it is far too high ; and were the gain certain, it is dearly bought by a heart dead to all purer emotions, cold to every affec- tion of family and kindred, and a spirit made suspecting by treachery. No, Kate, no, the humblest peasant on that mountain, whose toil is for his daily bread, whose last hope at night is for the health that on the morrow shall sustain more labour, he, has a nobler life than those who nourish high desires by trading on the crimes and faults of others. I had ambition once ; God knows, it grew not in me from any unworthy hope of personal advantage. I thought of myself then as meanly as I now do ; but I dreamt, that, by means, humble and unworthy as mine, great events have been sometimes set in motion. The spark that ignites the train is insignificant enough in itself, though the explosion may rend the solid masonry that has endured for ages. Well, well, the dream is over now ; let us speak of something else. Tell me of Herbert, Kate. "What success has he met with in the University ?" " He failed the first time, but the second trial made ample amends for that defeat. He carried away both prizes from his competitors, Mark, and stands now, confessedly, the most distinguished youth of his day ; disappointment only nerved his courage. There was a failure to avenge, as well as a goal to win, and he has accomplished both." " Happy fellow, that his career in life could depend on efforts of his own making — who needed but to trust his own firm resolve, and his own steady pursuit of success, and cared not how others might plot, and plan, and intrigue around him." " Very true, Mark ; the prizes of intellectual ambition have this ad- vantage, that they are self won ; but, bethink you, are not other objects equally noble — are not the efforts we make for others more worthy of THE ODONOGHUE. 305 fame 'than those which are dictated by purely personal desire ofdi» tinction ?" Mark almost started at the words, whose direct application to him- self could not be doubted, and his cheek flushed, partly with pride, partly with shame. " Yes," said he, after a brief pause, " these are noble themes, and can stir a heart as sorrow-struck as mine — but the paths that lead up- wards, Kate, are dark and crooked — the guides that traverse them are false and treacherous." " You have, indeed, found them so," said Kate, wifh a deep sigh. " How do you mean, I have found them so ?" cried Mark, in amaze- ment at the words. " I mean what I have said, Mark, that betrayal and treachery have tracked you for many a day. You would not trust me with your secret, Mark, nor yet confide in me, when an accident left it in my posses- sion. Chance has revealed to me many circumstances of your fortune, and even now, Mark, I am only fearful lest your own prejudices should hazard your safety. Shall I go on ? May I speak still more plainly V* Mark nodded, and she resumed — " One who never favoured the cause you adopted, probably from the very confederates it necessitated — ^yet saw with sympathy how much truth and honour were involved in the struggle^ has long watched over you — stretching out, unseen, the hand to help, and the shield to pro- tect you. He saw in you the generous boldness of one whose courage supplies the nerve, that mere plotters trade upon, but never possess. He saw, that once in the current, you would be swept along, while they would watch you from the shore. He, I say, saw this, and with a generosity the greater, because no feelings of friendship swayed him, he came forward to save you." " And this unseen benefactor/' said Mark, with a proud look of scornful meaning, " his name is " " I will not speak it, if you ask me thus," said Kate, blushing, for she read in his glance the imputation his heart was full of. " Could you so far divest yourself of prejudice as to hear calmly, and speak dispassionately, I could tell you anything — everything, Mark." " No, Kate, no," said he, smiling dubiously ; " I have no right to ask, perhaps not to accept of such a confidence." " Be it so, then," said she, proudly, " we will speak of this no more ; and with a slight bow, and a motion of her hand, she turned into another alley of the garden, and left Mark silently musing over the scene. Scarcely, however, had she screened herself from his view by X 306 THE o'donoghue. the intervening trees, than she hastened her steps, and soon gained the house. Without stopping to take breath, she ascended the stairs, and tapped at Sir Archy's door. " Come in, my sweet Kate," said he, in his blandest voice, " I should know that gentle tap aniid a thousand ; but, my dear child, why so pale ? — what has agitated you ? — sit down and tell me.'* " Read this, sir," said she, taking a letter from the folds of her handkerchief—" this well tell you all, shorter and more collectedly than I can. I want your advice and counsel, and quickly too, for no time is to be lost." "This is Mr. Hemsworth's writing," said Sir Archy, as he ad- justed his spectacles to read. " When did you receive it ?" " About an hour ago," answered Kate, half impatient at the unhur- ried coolness of the old man's manner, who at last proceeded to exa- mine the epistle, but without the slightest show of anxiety or eagerness. His apathy was, however, short-lived — short expressions of surprise broke from him, followed by exclamations of terror and dismay, till at length, laying down the letter, he said, " Leave me, sweet Kate, leave me to read and reflect on this alone ; be assured I'll lose no time in making up my mind about it, for I see that hours are precious here." And as she glided from the room. Sir Archy placed the open letter on a table before him, and sat down diligently to re-consider its contents. CHAPTER XXXVn. "hemswobth's letteb." The letter, over which Sir Archy bent in deep thought, was from Hemsworth. It was dated from the night before, and addressed to Kate O'Donoghue, and, although professing to have been hurriedly written, an observer, as acute as Sir Archy, could detect ample evidence of great care and consideration in its composition. Statements seemingly clear and open, were in reality confused and vague ; assertions were qualified, and, in lieu of direct and positive information, there were scattered THE o'donoghue. 307 throughout, hopes, and fears, wishes, and expectations, all capable of being sustained, whatever the issue of the affair they referred to. The letter opened with a respectful apology for addressing Miss O'Donoghue ; but pleading that the urgency of the case, and the motives of the writer, might be received as a sufficient excuse. After stating, in sufficiently vague terms, to make the explanation capable of a double meaning, the reasons for selecting her, and not either of her uncles, for the correspondence, it entered at once upon the matter of the communication, in these words : — " I have hesitated and doubted. Miss O'Donoghue, how far my interference in the affairs of your family may be misconstrued, and whether the prejudices which were once entertained to my disadvantage might not now be evoked to give a false colouring to my actions. These doubts I have resolved, by reflecting that they are for the most part personal, and that if I succeed in rendering real service, the question is comparatively indifferent what light or shadow it may seem to throw on my conduct. A candid and impartial judgment I certainly look to from yow, and I confess myself at liberty to lay less store by the opi- nions of others." Continuing for a brief space in this strain, the letter went on to mention that the sudden return of Mark had left the writer no alterna- tive but to venture on this correspondence, whatever the consequences — consequences which, the writer palpably inferred, might prove of the last moment to himself. The explanation — and, for the reader's sake, it is better to spare him Hemsworth's involved narrative, and merely give its substance — ^was chiefly, that information of Mark O'Donoghue's complicity in the plot of the United Irish party had been tendered to Government, and supported by such evidence that a Judge's warrant was issued for his apprehension and the seizure of all his papers ; partly from friendly interference — this was dubiously and delicately put by Hemsworth — and partly from the fact that his extreme youth and igno- rance of the real views of the insurgents were pleaded in his favour, the execution of this warrant was delayed, and the young man suffered to go at large. So long as he withdrew himself from the company of the other conspirators, and avoided publicity, the Government was willing to wink at the past. It had been, however, determined on, that should he either be found mixed up with any of the leaders of the movement in future, or should he venture to return to Glenflesk, where his influence amongst the peasantry was well known to, and apprehended by the Government, then there should no longer be any hesitation in the hne to be followed. He was immediately to be 308 THE 0*DONOGUUE. apprehended and sent up under a sufficient escort to Dublin, to take hi* trial, with five others, for high treason. The proofs of his guilt were unquestionable, consisting of letters written and received, conversations to which witnesses could depose, as well as an intimacy for months long ^vith Barrington, whose active participation in the schemes of rebellion was as well known, as the notorious fact of his being a con- victed felon. To found a hope upon his innocence was thus shown to be perfectly impossible. His most trusted associates were the evi- dence against him ; documents in his hand-writing were also in the hands of the law-officers of the Crown, and, in fact, far more than enough to bring him to the scaffold. Hemsworth, who gently hinted all through, how far his interference had been beneficial, was one of those entrusted with Mark's arrest, should he ever dare to re-appear in his native country. The orders of the Privy Council on this score were positive and clear, and admitted of no possible misconception. " You may judge, then," continued he, *' what were my feelings on seeing him suddenly enter the house last night — to think that, while I was enjoying the pleasure of your society, and the hospitable attentions of your home, I had actually in my pocket at the moment the official order to apprehend the eldest son of my entertainer — the friend and companion of your childhood — to bring grief and mourning beneath the roof where I had passed so many happy hours — to dispel all the dreams I had begun to nourish of a neighbourhood connected by ties of kind- ness and good will. I had to choose between the alternative of this, or else, by a palpable avoidance of my duty, criminate myself, and leave my conduct open to the most dangerous comments of my enemies. The latter involved only myself. I have adopted it, and before this letter reaches your hands, I shall be on my way up to Dublin, nomi- nally to attend the Council, but in reality to escape the necessity my onerous position would impose. None save those beneath your roof know that I have met Mr. Mark O'Donoghue, and I shall be half-way to Dublin before^ his arrival in the country is suspected. So much, in brief, for the past and the present. Now for the future. . There are two courses open to this young gentleman, or to those who would serve and befriend him. One is, by a free and unlimited confession to the Government of all the circumstances of the plot, so far as they have come to his knowledge, the parties interested, their several shares in the undertaking, vrith. every detail of date and time, to sue for a pardon for himself — a grace which, I need scarcely say, I will use all my influence to obtain. The other mode is, by a temporary exile ; to THE 0*O0N0GHXJE. 309 withdraw himself from the notice of the Government, until the danger having perfectly passed over, political acrimony will have abated, and the necessity for making severe examples of guilt be no longer urgent. This latter course I opine to be preferable, on many grounds. It demands no sacrifice of private feeling — no surrender of honour. It merely provides for safety, reserving the future untrammelled by any pledge. Neither need the absence be long; a year or two at farthest ; the probabilities are, that with their present knowledge of the schemes of the insurgents, the Government can either precipitate events, or retard and protract them at will. Their policy, in this respect, depending on the rank and importance of those who, by either line of procedure, would be delivered into their hands. Arguing from what they have already done, I should pronounce it likely that their game will be to wait, to weaken the hopes and break the spirit of the United party, by frequent defections ; to sow distrust and suspicion amongst them, and thus, while avoiding the necessity of bloodshed, to wear out rebellion by a long and lingering fear. If, then, others, whose age and position involved a greater prominence in these schemes, would require a longer banish- ment to erase the memory of the acts, your young relative, who has both youth and its rashness to plead for him, need not reckon on so length- ened an absence from his native land. "Above all things, however, remember that not an hour is to be lost. Any moment may disclose to the Crown some new fea- ture of the plot, and may call forth measures of stringent severity. The proclamation oifering a reward for the apprehension of four per- sons, of whom your cousin is one, is already printed, and in the office of the Secretary. . An hour would see it all over the walls of the capital, in a day or two more, it would reach every remote corner of the land. Then, all efforts on my part would be ineffectual, were they even possible. Reflect on this. It is not a mere question of fine or even imprisonment. It is life itself is on the issue, and life which, in surrendering, will blast a great name with dishonour, and a great house with obloquy and shame ; for there has been no struggle, no effort, no bold and generous exposure to danger, to palliate treason, and gloss over its faults. All has been plotting and contriving for alien assistance and foreign help ; no self- reliance, no patriotism, which, if mistaken, was still sincere and manly. Eeflect on all this, and think that a life offered up in such a cause has no martyrdom to throw lustre on the grave shared with the felon and the highwayman. I'orgive me if, in the warmth of my zeal, I have said one word which may offend. If I had not spoken thus forcibly, I should be a traitor to my own heart. 310 THS o'donoghvs. " I have written hurriedly, and I doubt not, in ^(SYfie respects, unad- visedly ; but the sincerity of my purpose will plead for me, should the indiscretion of my zeal require apology. You will, perhaps, ask why I should have imposed a task difficult as this upon you — why I should have loaded you with a responsibility so weighty ? My answer is simply, I dared not write to the O'Donoghue on the subject of his son's indis- cretion — to impugn the acts of the young man, would be to forfeit all influence with the old one. You will then say, why not address Sir Archibald ? For the simple reason, that the prejudices of his country are too strong in him to make due allowances for those who err from excitable or impetuous natures ; not only would he judge too harshly of Mark, but he would be anxious to record that judgment as a warning to Herbert, for whom alone he is interested. I therefore make it a strenuous request — nay, more, I esteem it as the term of a compact between us, that you do not show this letter either to the O'Donoghue or to his brother. I have expressed myself openly and candidly to you, but with a tacit assurance that my confidence is not to be extended to others. In the part I have taken, I already incur considerable risk. This is a period when loyalty cannot afford to be even suspected ; yet have I jeoparded mine in befriending this youth. I now conclude, dear madam, assuring you that any danger I incur, or any anxiety I feel, will be amply repaid if I only know that you think not unwor- thily of ** William Hemsworth." Sir Archy studied this letter with the patient care a lawyer bestows upon a brief. He thought over each sentence, and weighed the ex- pressions in his mind with deep thought. It had been his fortune, in early hfe, to have been thrown into situations of no common difficulty, and his mind had, in consequence, acquired a habit of shrewd and piercing investigation, which, though long disused, was not altogether forgotten ; by the aid of this faculty, Hemsworth's letter appeared to him in a very different Hght from that in which Kate viewed it. The knowledge of every circumstance concerning Mark evinced an anxiety which he was very far from attributing to motives of friendship. Sir Archy well knew the feelings of dishke which subsisted between these two men — how then account for this sudden change on Hemsworth's part ? — to what attribute this wonderful interest concerning him ? " Let us see," said the old man to himself, "let us see the fruit, and tihen we may pronounce upon the tree. Where and to what does Hemsworth's benevolence noint. dishonour or banishment ? Such ar* THE 0*DOWO THE O'DONOGHUE. tention was too much engaged to notice it, Lanty never stirred nor looked round, as the heavy door was unbarred, and fastened again he- hind Hemsworth. Seated in a recess of the window, and with his face pressed against the iron bars, he was watching, with interest, the move- ment in the street below, where a considerable number of people went pMSt, their eyes directed upwards, to the front of the building, but all view of which was impossible to him. Hemsworth stood and looked at him for some minutes without speaking — he was as if calculating the very thoughts of the other's brain — then advancing gently, he laid his hand on Lawler's shoulder, as he said — *' Ay, Lanty, that's the reward they get. Two of them are to be turned oflf to-morrow." " Two of whom, sir ?" asked Lanty, as, starting at the voice,~his face became the colour of death. ** I thought you knew !" said he, affecting astonishment; ** they are the approvers against Bond. The Government has no use for the rascals now, and it saves expense to hang them ; and so, they tried them for a murder at Sallins, in March last. I hear they were not there ; but no matter, they've enough to answer for, without that." " But, sure, Mr. Hemsworth, they'll never treat their own friends that way V* " "Wouldn't they, Lanty ! You don't know them as well as I do. They keep little faith with scoundrels, and more fools the scoundrels for being caught ; but I mustn't lose time ; it was that very thing brought me here. I heard this evening the scrape you were in.'* ** Me, in a scrape 1" exclaimed Lanty, his eyes growing wider with terror. "To be sure' it is, and a devilish ugly scrape, too, my friend: havn't you given information to the Attorney-general against the young O'Donoghue?" Lanty nodded, and he went on — " Havn't you confessed the whole of the plot, and told them every- thmg?" ** Very nearly, faix I" said Lanty, dropping his head, and sighing. " And what do you expect to gain by that. Master Lanty ? Is it by showing that you are of no use to them — that you've nothing more left in you — that you hope for a reward. Is it for the sake of your family and friends, or on account of your remarkable honesty, they're so fond of you?" Then checking this sneering tone, he added, in a slow and solemn voice, "Are you a fool, man? — or don't you see what you're bringing yourself to ? What will be your claim when the trial .^/^g:.^^^^^^/^^^-^^^^^^^^^^^/^ THE ODONOGMUE. 317 of the young O'Donoghue is over ? The crown lawyers will have jot up in the witness-box till they've drained you dry. Devil a drop they'll leave in you j and when they say * Go down/ take my word for it, it's down you'll go in earnest ; and all the world wouldn't hft you up afterwards.'* Hemsworth permitted the words to sink into his heart for a few se- conds in silence, and then went on— " So long as you trusted me, you were safe. I'd never expose you in open court." '* No, sir, nor the Attorney-general neither. He said that all they wanted was my information on oath." " And you gave it !" exclaimed Hemsworth, in a voice of ill-dissembled anxiety. " Not all out, sir," said Lanty, with a shrewd glance of malicious in- telligence. " I asked them for a copy, to read it over before I signed ita and they gave me one" — ^here he produced a roll of paper from his breast pocket, and showed it to Hemsworth — " and I'm to give it back to-morrow, with my name to it." "They've played you off well, Lanty," said Hemsworth, while, care- lessly opening the paper, he affected not to pay it any attention. " The lawyers have got round you nicely ; and, faith, I always thought you a clever fellow before. Your evidence, so long as it was your own, was worth five thousand pounds, and I wouldn't give five for your chance of escape, now, that they know your secret." " What would you say if they didn't know it ?" said Lanty, with a look of impudent familiarity, he had never ventured on before. " What would you say, now, if the best of my evidence was to come out yet ? — that I never told one word about the French clipper that landed the muskets in Glengariff-bay, and left two pipes of wine at your own house the same night ?" "Ah!' you'd try that game, would you?" said Hemsworth, with a smile of deadly malice; "but I've thought of that part, my honest Lanty. I've already given information on that very matter. You don't suppose that I afforded those fellows my protection for the sake of the bribe. No, faith ! — but I made them pay for the very evidence that can any day convict them ; — ay, them and i/ou ; you, a paid spy of France, a sworn United Irishman, who have administered the oaths to eighteen soldiers of the Roscommon militia, and are at this moment under a signed and witnessed contract, bound to furnish horses for a French cavalry force on their landing here in Ireland. Are these truths, Mr Lanty, or are they mere matters of fancy ?" 318 THE O^DONOGHVE " I'm a crown witness," said Lawler, sturdily, " and if 1 speak out all I know, they're bound to protect me." ** Who is (to bind them V said Hemsworth, jeeringly : " is it your friends, the United Irishmen, that you betrayed ? — is it they are to watch over your precious life? — or do you think your claims are stronger with the other party, that you only swore to massacre ? Where's the sympathy and protection to come from ? Tell me that, for I'n. curious on the point." Lanty turned a fierce look upon him — his eyeballs glared, and his nether lip shook convulsively, wliile his hands were firmly clenched to- gether. Hemsworth watched these evidences of growing anger, but without seeming to regard them, when the key grated roughly in the lock, the door opened, and the gaoler called out, with a savage attempt at laughter — " Time's up. I must turn you oif, sir." " A short reprieve," said Hemsworth, humouring the ruffian jest, and he pitched his purse into the fellow's hand. " To settle family matters, I suppose," said the turnkey, with a grin, as he retired, and closed the door once more. The interruption seemed to oflfer a favourable opportunity to Hems- worth of giving an amicable tuna, to the interview, for with a changed voice, and a look of well-assumed friendship, he said — " I have misspent my moments here sadly, Lanty. I came to be- friend you, and not to interchange words of angry meaning. If I had been in Dublin, I'm certain you would never have fallen into this peril- ous position. Let us see how best to escape from it. This information — I see it is all confined to young O'Donoghue's business — is of no value whatever, until signed by you. It is just as if it were never spoken. So that, if you steadily determine not to sign it, you need give no reason whatever, but simply refuse when asked. Do this, and all's safe." " Couldn't they transport me ?" said Lanty, in a feeble voice, but whose very accent betrayed the implicit trust he reposed in Hemsworth's answer. " They'll threaten that, and worse, too ; but never flinch ; they've no- thing against you save, your own evidence. When the time comes — mark me, I say, when the time comes — your evidence is worth five thousand pounds ; but, now, all it will do is convict young O'Donoghue, and warn all the others not to go forward. I don't suppose you want that ; the young fellow never did you any harm." " Never," said Lanty, dropping his head with shame, for even in such « presence his conscience smote him. THE o'dONOGHUE. S19 ** Very well — there's no use in bringing him to trouble. Keep your own counsel, and all will be well." " I'm just thinking of a plan I've a notion in my head will do well," said Lanty, musingly. " I'm to see Father Kearney, the priest of Luke's Chapel, to-morrow morning — he's coming over to confess me. Well, when the Attorney-general and the others come for me to write my name, I'll just say that I dar'n't do it. I'll not tell why nor wherefore — sorra word more, but this, * I dar'n't do it.' They'll think at once it's the priest set me against it. I know well what they'll say. That Father Kearney put me under a vow, and so they may. They'll scarcely get him to say much about it, and I'll take care they won't make ?/»e." " That thought was worthy of you, Lanty," said Hemsworth, laugh- ing, " but take care that you don't swerve from your determination. Remember that there is no accusation against you — not a word nor a syllable of testimony. Of course they'll threaten you with the worst consequences. You'll be told- of prosecutions for perjury, and all that. Never mind — wait patiently your time. "When the hour arrives, Vll make your bargain for you, and it will not be merely the evidence against an individual, but the disclosure of a great plot of rebellion, they must pay you for. Cockayne got four thousand pounds and a free pardon. Your services will rank far higher." '." If they won't bring me up in 'pen court," said Lanty, timidly, "I'll do whatever they please." " For that very reason you must adhere to my advice. There, now, I perceive the fellow is about to lock up for the night, and I must leave this. You may want some money from time to time. I'll take means of sending whatever you stand in need of. For the present, ten pounds will, I suppose, be sufficient." Lanty took the money with a mixture of humility and suUenness. He felt it as a bribe rather than a gift, and he measured the services ex- pected of him by the consideration they were costing. The turnkey's presence did not admit of further colloquy, and they parted in mutual suspicion and distrust, each speculating how far self-interest might be worked upon as the guiding principle to sway the other's actions. " I'm scarcely sure of him yet," said Hemsworth, as he slowly re- turned to his hotel. " They'll stop at nothing to terrify him into signing the informations, and if the prosecution goes on, and the young O'Donoghue is convicted, the plot is blown up. The others will escape^ and all my long-projected disclosures to the Government become useless. Besides, I fail where failure is of more consequence. It was to little 990 THE ODONOGHUE. moment that I prevented a marriage between Travers and the girl, if 1 cannot make her my own ; but yet, that alliance should have been thwarted on every ground of policy. It would have been to plant the Travers here on the very spot I destine for myself. No, no. I must take care that they never see Ireland more. Indeed this breaking off the marriage will prove a strong obstacle to their returning." Thus did he review his plans, sometimes congratulating himself on the success of the past, sometimes fearing for the future, but always relying with confidence on the skill of his own negociations — an ingenuity that never yet had failed him in his diflficulties. The next day was the time appointed for Lanty's final examination, and on which he was to affix his name to the informations, and Hems- worth loitered in one of the offices of the Castle, where the gossip of the morning was discussed, in no common anxiety to hear how his "protege" had acquitted himself. As the clerks and underlings conversed among themselves on the dress or equipage of the officials who at intervals drove ofi^ towards the Park, Hemsworth, who affected to be engaged in reading a morning paper, overheard one remark to another — " There's the devil to pay at the Council. That fellow they have in Newgate against Coyle and M'Nevin, and the rest of them, it seems, now refuses to confirm his informations. They have good reason to believe all he said was true, but they can't go on without him." "What's the meaning of that? He was willing enough yesterday." " They say a priest from Luke's Chapel was with him this morning, and forbid him, under any number of curses and anathemas in case of. disobedience, to reveal a syllable against the ' United party.* " " They can compel him, however. Don't you remember Cockayne did the very same thing about Jackson's business, and they brought him over to Lord Clonmel's house, and made him sign there /" " That they did, but they'll not try the same game twice. Curran brought it out in the cross-examination, and made it appear that the witness was terrified by the crown by a threat of consequences to him- self as an accomplice, and the point went very far with the jury in Jackson's favour." Hemswor<3i did not wait to hear more. The great fact that Lanty was firm, was all that he cared for, and, after a few casual remarks on the morning news, he strolled forth, with all the lazy indifference of au idle man* THK o'donoghue. 321 CHAPTER XXXIX. THE BROTHERS. 1 Among the unexplained phenomena of the period is one very remark- able and, doubtless, pregnant circumstance — the species of lull or calm in the movements of the United Irish party, which was conspicuous througLout the entire of the summer and autumn of 1796. The spring opened on them with hopes high, and expectations confident. Tone's letters from Paris breathed encouragement ; the embarrassments of England promised favourably for their cause ; and many who wavered before, were found now willing to embrace the enterprize. To this state of ardent feeling succeeded an interval of doubt and uneasiness ; conflicting statements were circulated, and mens' minds were shaken, without any apparent cause. A vague fear of betrayal and treachery gained ground ; yet no one was able to trace this dread to any definite source. The result, however, was evident in the greater caution of all concerned in the scheme — a reserve, which seemed to threaten a total abandonment of the undertaking ; such, at least, it appeared to those who, like Mark O'Donoghue, having few or no opportunities of inter- course with the leaders, were disposed to take their impressions from the surface of events. As for him, his correspondence had ceased with Lanty's treachery. He neither knew the real names nor addresses of those to whom he had formerly written, and had not a single acquaint- ance to whom he could look for advice and assistance. All Sir Archy's endeavours to win his confidence had failed, not from any distrust either in his judgment or his good faith, but because Mark regarded his secret as a sacred depository, in which the honour of others was concerned ; and however disposed to seek advice for himself, he would not compromise their safety for the sake of his own advantage. Unable to extort a confidence by entreaty, and well aware how little efficiency there lay in menace. Sir Arcliy abandoned the attempt, and satisfied himself by placing in Mark's hands Hemsworth's letter, significantly hinting his own doubts of the writer's integrity. Mark sat himself down in the garden, to study the epistle ; and how- ever (ti tf 4^ly conceived, the experience his own career opened, displayed ilU3 dishonesty of the writer ▼ Y 9f^ THE o'dONOGHUC. '' 1 t'Vi the obstacle to his plans — my presence here is somehow a thwarting influence against him," said he, as he folded up the papcTw " I must remain at every hazard ; nor is there much, so long as I bound my wanderings by these great mountains — he will be a bolder than Hemsworth who captures me here." Guided by this one determination, and trusting that time might cleai up some of the mysteries that surrounded him, Mark waited, as men wait for an event that shall call upon their faculties or their courage for some unusual effort. The same reverses of fortune that had taught him distrust, had also inculcated the lesson of patience ; but it was the patience of the Indian warrior, who will lie crouching in concealment foi days long, till the moment of his vengeance has arrived. And thus, while to others he seemed an altered character, less swayed by rash impulses, and less carried away by anger, the curbed up passions became only more concentrated by repression. He mixed little vnth the others, rarely appearing save at meal times, and then, seldom taking any part in the conversation around. He did not absent himself from home, as before, for whole days or weeks long, but spent his time mostly in his own chamber, where he read and wrote for hours — strange and unusual habits for one who had never sought or found amusement save in the fatigues of the hunting-field. His manner, too, was no longer the same. Calmer and more self-possessed than before, he neither seemed to feel momentary bursts of high spirits or depression. The tone of his mind was indeed sad, but it was the sadness that indicated strength and con- stancy to endure, fully as much as it betrayed the pain of suffering. The altered features of his character impressed themselves on every thing he did ; and there was an air of quiet gentleness in his demeanour, quite foreign to his former rough and abrupt manner. Upon none did these things make so great an impression as on Kate : her woman's tact enabled her to see them differently, and more correctly than the rest. She saw that a mighty change had come over him : that no mere check of disappointment, no baffled ambition, could have done this : neither could she attribute it to any feeling towards herself, for he was never more coolly distant than now. She guessed, then, rightly, that it waa the first step towards freedom, of a mind enthralled by its own strong passicms. It was the struggling energy to be free, of a bold and daring spirit, that learned at length to feel the lowering influences of ill- directed ambition. How ardently she wished that some career were open to him, now — some great path in life : she did not fear its dangers or its trials — his nature suggested any thing save fear ! How sad to think, that energy like his should be suffered to wane, and flicker, and THE o'donoghue. 323 die out. for want of the occasion to display its blaze. She could iwt avoid communicating these thoughts to Sir Archy, who for som^ time past had watched the growing change in the youth's manner. The old man listened attentively as she spoke, and his glistening eye and height- ened colour showed how her girlish enthusiasm moved him ; and while some reminiscence of the past seemed to float before him, his voice trem- bled as he said — " Alas ! my sweet child, the world offers /ew opportunities like those you speak of, and our political condition rejects them totally. The country that would be safe, must give little encouragement to the darings of youthful energy. His rewards are higher here, who seeks out some path well trod and beaten, and tries by industry and superior skill to pass by those who follow it also. The talents men prize are those available for some purpose of every-day life. Gifts that make mankind wiser and happier, these, bring fame and honour ; while the meteor brilliancy of mere heroism can attract but passing wonder and astonishment." "You mistake Mark, my dear uncle — you undervalue the change that is worked in his character. He is not deficient in ability, if he but suffer himself to rely upon it, rather than on the casual accidents of for- tune. If Herbert were but here " " Herbert comes home to-night. I had thou^t to keep my secret for a surprise, but you have wrested it from me." " Herbert coming home ! Oh, how happy you have made me ! The brothers once more together, how much each may benefit the other. Nay, uncle, you must not smile thus. Superior as Herbert is in the advantages that training and study impart, Mark has gifts of determi- nation and resolve, as certain to win success. But, here he comes — may I not tell him of Herbert's coming ?" Sir Archy smiled and nodded, and the happy girl was the next moment at Mark's side, relating with dehght her pleasant news. Mark listened with pleasure to the intelligence. Any Uttle jealousy he once felt for acquirements and attainments above his own, had long since given way to a better and more brotherly feeling ; and he ardently desired to meet and converse with him again. " And yet, Kate, how altered may he be from what we knew him. Who is to say the changes time may not have wrought in him ?" ** Such are not always for the worse, Mark," said Kate, timidly, fof she felt how the allusion might be taken. A sHght tinge of red coloured Mark's cheek, and his eye was Hghted St* THE o'dONOGHUE %-^ih R look of pleasure. He felt the flattery in all its force, but did not <4ate to trust himself with a reply. * i Tvnnder," said he, after a lengthenea pause — " i wonder how Herbert may feel on seeing, once more, our wild glen. Will these giant rocks and bold ravines appeal to his heart with the same sympathies as ever ; or will the habits of the life he has left, cling to him still, an' make him think this grandeur only desolation?" " You did not feel so, surely, Mark ?" said Kate, as she turned upon him a look of affectionate interest. " Me ? — I think so ? No ! This valley was to me a place of rest — a long sought -for haven. I came not here from the gay and brilliant world, rich in fascinations and pleasures. I had not lived among the great and learned, to hear the humble estimate they have of our poor land. I came back here like the mariner whose bark puts back shat- tered by the storm, and baffled by the winds, unable to stem the tide that leads to fortune. Yes, shipwrecked in every thing." " Herbert, Herbert," cried Kate. At the same moment a chaise, advancing at full gallop, turned from the road into the avenue towards the house. The boy caught sight of the figures in the garden, flung open the door, and springing out, rushed towards them. " My dear, dear Kate," was his first exclamation, as he kissed her affectionately ; his next, in a tone of unqualified surprise, was — " What a fine fellow you have grown, Mark !" and the two brothers were locked in each other's arms. The sentiment which thus burst from him in the first moment of sur- prise, was the very counterpart of Mark's own feeling on beholding Herbert. Time had worked favourably for both. On the elder brother, the stamp of manhood more firmly impressed, had given an elevation to the expression of his features, and a character of composure to his air ; while with Herbert, his career of study alternating with a life passed among cultivated and polished circles, had converted the unformed strip- ling into a youth of graceful and elegant demeanour. The change was even greater in him than in his brother. In the one case it was, as it were, but the growth and development of original traits of character ; in the other, new and very different features were distinguishable. His thoughts, his expressions, his very accent was changed; yet through this his old nature beamed forth, bright, joyous, and affectionate as evec It was the same spirit, although its flights were bolder and more darinA — the same mind, but it^ workings more powerful and more free, Thi THE 0*DONOGHUE. 325 one had placed his ambition so high, he scarcely dared to hope ; the other had already tasted some of the enjoyments of success — life had even already shed around him some of its fascinations, and quickened the ardour of his temper. A winner in the race of intellect, he experi- enced that thrilling ecstaSy which acknowledged superiority confers ; he knew what it was to feel the mastery over others, and, even now, the flame of ambition was lighted in his heart, and its warm glow tingled in his veins and throbbed in every pulse. In vain should they who knew him once, seek for the timid, bashful boy, that scarcely dared to make an effort from very dread of failure. His flashing eye and haughty brow told of victory ; still around his handsome mouth the laughing smile of happy youth showed that no ungenerous feeling, no unworthy pride, had yet mingled with his nature. " They tell me you have swept the University of its prizes, Herbert — is not this so ?" suid Mark, as he leaned his arm aff"ectionately on his shoulder. *' You would think but poorly of my triumphs, Mark," replied Her- bert, with a smile. "The lists I fight in, peril not life or limb." *' Still, there is honour in the game," said Mark. " Wherever there is success on one side, and failure on the other — wherever there is hope to win, and dread to lose — there, the ambition is never unworthy.'* " But what of you, Mark ? Tell me of yourself. Have you left a buck in the glen, or is there a stray grouse on the mountain ? What have you been doing since we met ?" Mark coloured and looked confused, when Kate, coming to the rescue, replied — "How can you ask such a question, Herbert? What variety does life afford in this quiet valley ? Is it not the very test of our happiness, that we can take no note of time ? But here comes my uncle." Herbert turned at the words, and rushed to meet the old man. " Have you won baith, Herbert," cried he — " baith premiums ? Then I must gie you twa hands, my dear boy," said he, pressing him in a fond embrace. " Were the competitors able ones ? Was the victory a hard one ? Tell me all, every thing about it." And the youth, with bent down head and rapid utterance, related, in a low voice, the event of his examination. "Go 'on, go on," said Sir Archy M*Nab, aloud — "tell me what fol- lowed." And Herbert resumed in the same tone as before. " Ha !" cried Sir Archy, in an accent of irrepressible delight, " so they said your Latin smacked of Scotland. They scented Aberdeen in it. THE O'dOKOGHUB^ Well, boy, we beat tliem — they canna deny that Tte prize is our»-— flie better that it was hardly fought for." And thus they continued for some time to talk, as they walked side by side through the garden ; the old man's firm step and joyous look tellmg of the pride that filled his heart, while Herbert poured forth ic happy confidence the long-treasured thoughts that crowded his brain ; nor did they cease their converse, till Kerry came to summon the youth to his father's room. "He's awake now," said Kerry, gazing with undisguised rapture on the tall and handsome youth ; and it's a proud man he ought to be this day, that has the pair Hke ye." The young men smiled at the flattery, and arm in arm took their way towards the house. CHAPTER XL. THE LULL BEFOBE THE STOBIC. Once again assembled beneath that old roof, the various members of the family seemed more than ever disposed to make present happiness atone for any troubles of the past. Never was the old O'Donoghue so contented j — ^never did Sir Archy feel a lighter heart. Herbert's spirits were buoyant and high as present success and hope could make them ; and Kate, whatever doubts might secretly have weighed upon her mind, did her utmost to contribute to the general joy ; — while Mark, over whose temperament a calmer and less variable habit of thought prevailed, seemed at least more reconciled to his fortunes. The influences of tranquiUity that prevailed over the land appeared to have breathed their soothing sway over that humble dwelling, where life rolled on like an unruffled stream, each day happy with that monotony of enjoyment, so delicious to all whose minds have ever been tortured by the conflicting cares of the world. Formany a year long the O'Donoghue had not been so freefrora troubles. The loan he had contracted on Kate's fortune had reheved him from THE o'donoghue 327 his most pressing embarrassments, and left him money enough to keex) other creditors at bay. Sir Archy felt already he had received the ear- nest of that success he so ardently desired for Herbert, and in the calm of poHtical life, hoped that the rash scheme in which Mark had em- barked was even now becoming forgotten ; and that the time was not far remote when no memory of it would be treasured against him. His own experience taught him, that sage lessons may be gathered from the failures and checks of youthful ambition, and in the changed features of Mark's character he augured most favourably for the future. But of all those on whom happier prospects shone, none revelled in the enjoy- ment so much as Herbert. The fascinations of that new world, of which he had only caught a glimpse, hung over him like a dream. Life opened for him at a moment when he himself had won distinction, while a new passion stirred his heart, and stimulated hope to the utmost. Kate, his companion throughout every day, was not slow to perceive the lurking secret of his thoughts, and soon led him to confide them to her. Herbert had never heard of Frederick Travers's attachment to his cousin, still less, suspected he had made a proposal of marriage to her. The studied avoidance of their names among his own family was a mystery he could not solve, and he referred to Kate for the explanation. " How strange, Kate," said he, one day, as they wandered along the glen somewhat further than usual, " how singular is this silence respect- ing the Travers's ! I can make nothing of it. If I speak of them, no one speaks again — if I allude to them, the conversation suddenly stops. Tell me, if you know it, the secret of all this." Kate blushed deeply, and muttered something about old and half- remembered grudges, but he interrupted her quickly, saying— " This can scarcely be the reason ; — at least their feehngs show nc« thing of the kind towards us. Sybella talks of you as a sister nearest to her heart. Sir Marmaduke never spoke of you, but with the warmest terms of affection, and if the gay Guardsman did not express himself on the subject, perhaps it was because he felt the more deeply." Kate's cheek grew deeper scarlet, and her breathing more hurried, but she made no reply. " My explanation," continued Herbert, more occupied with his own thoughts than attentive to his companion, '' is this ; — and, to be sure, it is a very sorry explanation which elucidates nothing ; — that Hems- worth is somehow at the bottom of it all. Sybella told me what per- suasions he employed to prevent her father returning to Glenflesk j and 328 THE 0*DONOGHUE. when every thing Hke argument failed, that he actually, under pre- tence of enlarging the house, rendered the existing part uninhabitable." "But what object could he have in this?" said Kate, who felt that Herbert was merely nourishing the old prejudices of his family against Hemsworth. " He is anxious for the peace and welfare of this coun- try — he grieves for the poverty and privations of the people, and whe- ther he be correct or not, deems the remedy, the residence amongst them of a cultivated and wealthy proprietary, writh intelligence to perceive, and ability to redress their grievances.'* ** Very true, Kate," replied Herbert ; " but don't you see that in these very requisites of a resident gentry, he does not point at the Travers family, whose ignorance of Ireland he often exposed when affecting to eulogise their knowledge. The qualities he recommends he believes to be his own." " No, Herbert, you wrong him there," said she, warmly ; " he told me himself the unceasing regret he suffered, that, in his humble sphere, all efforts for the people's good were ineffectual — that, wanting the in- fluence which property confers, benefits from his hands became sus- pected, and measures of mere justice were regarded as acts of cruelty and oppression." " Well, I only know that such is Frederick Travers' s opinion of him," said Herbert, not a little piqued at Kate's unexpected defence of their ancient enemy. " Frederick told me himself that he would never cease until his father promised to withdraw the agency from him. Indeed, he is only prevented from pressing the point, because Hemsworth ha? got a long lease of part of the estate, which they desire to have bad' again on any terms. The land was let at a nominal rent, as being al- most valueless. The best part of the valley it turns out to be ! — the very approach to " the Lodge" passes through it — so that, as Frederick says, they could not reach their hall-door without a trespass, if Hems- worth pleased to turn sulky." Kate felt there might be another and more correct explanation of Frederick's dislike, but she did not dare to hint at it. "You are too favourable in your opinion of Hemsworth, Kate. Sy- bella said as much to me herself." " Sybella said so?" said Kate, as a flush, half of shame, half of dis- pleasure, mantled her cheek. " Yes," cried Herbert, for he felt that he was in a difiiculty, and there was no way out save the bold one, of right through it; "yes, she saw what you did not, that Hemsworth had dared to hft his eyes to you — that all his displays of patriotic sentiment were o-ot up to attract your favourable THE o'donoghue. 329 notice, and that in his arguments with Frederick about Ireland, his whole aim was to expose the Guardsman's ignorance, and throw ridicule upon it, neither seeking to convey sound notions, nor combat erroneous im- pressions." *' Captain Travers was but too easy a mark for such weapons," said Kate, angrily. " It was his pleasure to make Ireland the object of his sarcasm." " So Hemsworth contrived it !" cried Herbert, eagerly, for it was a subject of which he had long been anxious to speak, and one he had heard much of from Sybella. *' I know well the game he played, and how successfully too.'* Kate blushed deeply ; for a moment she believed that her own secret was known to Herbert, but the next instant she was reassured that all was safe. " Sybella told me how he actually lay in wait for opportunities to en- tice Frederick into discussion before you, well knowing the themes that would irritate him, and calculating how far petty refutations, and half- suppressed sneers would embarrass and annoy him — the more, because Frederick saw how much more favourably you regarded Hemsworth' s sentiments than his own ; and, indeed, sometimes I fancied, Kate, it was a point the Guardsman was very tender about ; — nay, sweet cousin, I would not say a word to offend you." " Then, do not speak of this again, Herbert," said she, in a low voice. " It is a luckless land," said Herbert, sighing. " They who know it well are satisfied with the cheap patriotism of declaiming on its wrongs. They who feel most acutely for its sorrows, are, for the most part, too ignorant to alleviate them. I begin to think my uncle is quite right — that the best thing we could do would be to make a truce — to draw the game — for some twenty or thirty years, and try if the new generation might not prove wiser in expedients than their fathers." "A luckless land, indeed!" said Mark, who, coming up at the mo- ment, had overheard the last words. " You were right to call it so — Inhere the son of an O'Donoghue sees no more glorious path to follow than that of a hollow compromise !" Kate and Herbert started as he spoke, and while her face flashed with an emotion of mingled pride and shame, Herbert looked abashed, and almost angry at the reproach. *' Forgive me, Herbert," said Mark, in a voice of deep melancholy. " Not even this theme should sow a difference between us. I came to bid you good-bye." ** Good-bye, Mark ?" criea Kate, starting with terrified surprise. f|0 «Bti o'donoghue. " Goinj to leave us^ Mark !" exclaimed Herbert, in an accent of true sorrow. "It is but for a few days— at least I hope that it will be no more,'' said Mark. But I have received intelligence that makes it necessary for me to remain in concealment for a short time. You see, Herbert," said he, laughing, " that your theory has the advantage on the score of pru- dence. Had I followed it, the chances are, I should not have occupied the attention of his Majesty's Privy Council." "The Privy Council ! I don't understand this, Mark.'* " Perhaps this is the easiest mode of explaining it," said Mark, as he unfolded a printed paper, headed " Treason — Reward for the appre- hension of Mark O'Donoghue, Esq., or such information as may lead to his capture." " Is that enough ? Come, come — I have no time for long stories just now. If you want to hear mine about the matter, you must visit me at my retreat — the low shealing at the west of Hungry Mountam. At least, for the present I shall remain there. " But is this necessary, Mark ? Are you certain that any thing more is meant than to threaten?" said Kate. ** I believe that Carrig-na-curra will be searched by a military force to-night, or to-morrow at farthest — that the bribe has tempted three or four — ^none of our people — don't mistake me — to set on my track. If my remaining would spare my father's house the indignity of a search — or if the country had any better cause at heart than that of one so valueless as I am, I would stay, Kate " "No, no, Mark. This were but madness, unworthy of you, unjust to all who love you." The last few words were uttered so faintly, as only to be heard by him alone; and as she spoke them a heavy tear rolled down her cheek, now pale as marble. " But surely, Mark," said Herbert, who never suspected any thing of his brother's intrigues, "this must proceed on mere falsehood. There is no charge against you — ^you, whose life of quiet retirement here can defy any calumny." " But not deny the truth," said Mark, with a sorrowful smile. " Once for all, I cannot speak of these things now. My time is run- ning fast ; and already my guide, yonder, looks impatient at my delay. Remember the shealing at the foot of the mountain. If there be any mist about, you have but to whistle." " Is poor Terry your guide, then ?" said Kate, affecting to smile with some semblance of tranquilUty. "My guide and my host both," said Mark, gaily. "It's th THE O'dONOGHUE. 331 invitation I have received for Christmas, and I accept it most will- ingly, I assure you." An impatient gesture of Terry's hand, as he stood on a small pinnacle of rock, about fifty feet above the road, attracted Mark's attention^ and he called out — "Well!— what is it?" "The dragoons!'* shouted Terry, in a terrified voice. "They're crossing the ford at Caher-mohill, two miles off — eight, nine, ten — ay, there's twelve now, over ; and the fellow in the dark coat, he's another. Wait! they're asking the way : that's it, I'm sure. Well done! — my blessing be an ye this day, whoever ye are. May I never ! if he's not sending them wrong ! They're down the glen towards Killarney ;" and as he finished speaking he sprang from the height, and hastened down the precipice at a rate that seemed to threaten destruction at every step. " Even so, Terry. We have not more time than we need. It's a long journey to the west of the mountain ; and so, good-bye, my dear cousin. Good-bye, Herbert. A short absence it will be, I trust ;" and, tearing himself away hurriedly, lest any evidence of emotion might be seen, the young man ascended the steep pathway after Terry ; nor did he turn his head round, until distance enabled him to look down unno- ticed, when again he cried out " Farewell ! Remember the west side of Hungry !" and waving his cap, disappeared, while Herbert and hi* «ousin wended their sorrowful wav homeward. CHAPTER XLI. "A DISOOVBEY." When Kate arrived at home, she found a note awaiting her, in Hems- worth's hand-writing, and marked " haste." Guessing at once to what it must refer, she broke the seal, with an anxious heart, and read : — " My dear Madam, " I have been unable to retard any longer the course of proceedings against your cousin. It would seem that the charges against him are I3i far more grave and menacing than either of us anticipated, at least io far as I can collect from the information before me. The Privy Council as determined on arresting him at once. Orders to support the war- rant by a mihtary foice have been transmitted to officers commanding parties in different towns of the south, and there is no longer a question of the intentions of the crown regarding him. But one, of two, chances is now open to him — to surrender and take his trial — or, should he, as he may, without any imputation on his courage, dread this, to make his escape to the coast, near Kenmare, where a lugger will lie off, on "Wednesday night. By this means he will be able to reach some port in France or Flanders ; or, probably, should the wind change, obtain protection from some of the American vessels, which are reported as cruising to the westward. " In making this communication to you, I need scarcely observe the implicit faith I repose in the use you make of it. It is intended to be the means of providing for your cousin's safety — but should it, by any accident, fall under other eyes than yours, it would prove the inevitable ruin of your very devoted servant, "Wm. Hemsworth." " And they will not believe this man's integrity ?" exclaimed Kate, as she finished reading the note. " He who jeopardies his own station and character for the sake of one actually his enemy ! Well, their in- justice shall not involve my honor. " Was it you brought this letter ?" said she to Wylie, who stood, hat in hand, at the door. '* Yes, my lady, and I was told there might, perhaps, be an answer." " No — there is none ; say * very well' — that I have read it. Where is Mr. Hemsworth ?'* " At Macroom. There was a meeting of magistrates there, which de- layed him, and he wrote this note, and sent me on, instead of coming iumself." " Say, that I shall be happy to see him — that's enough," said Kate, hurriedly, and turned back again into the house. Through all the difficulties that beset her path hitherto, she had found Sir Archy an able and a wilHng adviser ; but now, the time was come, when not only must she act independently of his aid, but, per- haps, in actual opposition to his views — taking for her guidance one distrusted by almost every member of her family. Yet what alterna- tive remained — how betray Hemsworth's conduct in a case which, if known, must exhibit him as false to the Government, and acting secretly against the very orders that were given to him ? This, she could not THE o'donoghue. 333 think of, and thus by the force of circumstances, was constrained tc accept of Hemsworth as an ally. Her anxious deliberations on t'na score were suddenly interrupted by the sound of horses galloping on the road, and as she looked out, the individual in question rode up tb? causeway, followed by his groom. The O'Donoghue was alone in the drawing-room, musing over the sad events which necessitated Mark's concealment, when Hemswortl^ entered, heated by a long and fast ride. " Is your son at home, sir — ^your eldest son ?" said he, as soon as i very brief greeting was over. " If you'll kindly ring that bell, which my gout won't permit me to reach, we'll inquire," said the old man, with a well-affected indiffe- rence. •' I must not create any suspicion among the servants," said Hem-s- worth, cautiously, " I have reason to believe that some danger is inw pending over him, and that he had better leave this house for a day or two." The apparent frankness of the tone in which he spoke, threw the O'Donoghue completely off his guard, and taking Hems worth's hand, he said — " Thank you sincerely for this, the poor boy got wind of it this morn- ing, and I trust before now, has reached some place of safety for the present — but what steps can we take ? — is there anything you can ad- vise us to do ? — I'm really so bewildered by all I hear, and so doubtfu\ of what is true and what false, that I'm incapable of an opinion. Here comes the only clear head amongst us. Kate, my sweet child, Mr. Hemsworth, like a kind friend, has come over about this affair of Mark's — will you and Sir Archy talk it over with him ?" " I beg your pardon for the interruption, sir, but I must recall is your memory that I am a magistrate, charged with your son's arrest, and if by an unguarded expression," here he smiled significantly, " I have betrayed my instructions — I rely on your honour not to expose me to the consequences.'* The O'Donoghue listened, without thoroughly comprehending the distinction the other aimed at, and then, as if disliking the trouble of a thought that puzzled him — he shook his head and muttered, " Aye, very well — ^be it so — my niece knows these matters better than I do." "I agree with that opinion, perfectly," said Hemsworth, in an under- tone, " and if Miss O'Donoghue will favor me with her company for a few minutes in the garden, I may be able to assist her to a clear under- standing of the case." Kate smiled asseotingly, and Hemsworth 334 THE O'DONOGHUi:. 9ii3^aS towards the door and opened it ; and then, as if after a momciH tary struggle vdth his own diffidence, he offered her his arm ; this Kate declined, and they walked along, side by side. They had nearly reached the middle of the garden before Hemsworth broke silence. At last he said, with a deep sigh — " I fear we are too late Miss O'Donoghue. The zeal, real or affected, of the country ma- gistrates, has stimulated them to the utmost. There are spies over the whole country — ^he will inevitably be taken." Kate re-echoed the last words in an accent of deep anguish, and was silent. " Yes," resumed he, " escape is all but impossible — for even if he should get to sea, there are two cruisers on the look-out for any suspi- cious sail. " And what if he were to surrender and stand his trial," said Kate, boldly. Hemsworth shook bis head sorrowfully, but never spoke. **What object can it be with any Government to hunt down a rash, inexperienced youth, whose unguarded boldness has led him to ruin ? On whom would such an example tell, or where would the lesson spread terror, save beneath that old roof yonder, where sorrows are rife enough already ?" ** The correspondence with France — that's his danger. The inter- course with the disturbed party at home might be palliated by his youth — the foreign conspiracy admits of little apology." " And what evidence have they of this ?" «*Alas ! but too much — the table of the Privy Council was actually covered with copies of letters and documents — some, written by himself — almost all, referring to him as a confidential and trusty agent of the cause. This cannot be forgiven him ! When I heard a member of the Council say, * Jackson's blood is dried up already,' I guessed the dread- ful result of this young man's capture. Kate shuddered at these words, which were uttered in a faint tone, tremulous through emotion. " Oh, God," she cried, " do not let this calamity fall upon ns. Poverty, destitution, banishment, anything, save the death of a felon I'* Hemsworth pressed his handkerchief to his eyes, and looked away, as the young girl, with upturned face, muttered a brief but fervent prayer to heaven. " But you, so gifted and experienced in the world's ways," cried shc^ turning on him a glance of imploring meaning — " can you not think ol anything ? Is there no means, however difficult and dangerous, hf THE 0*D0N0GHT7E. .^35 which he might be saved ? Could not the honor of. an ancient house plead for him ? Is there no pledge for the future could avail him." " There is but one such pledge — and that" — here he stopped and blushed deeply, and then, as if by an effort, resumed — " Do not, I beseech you, tempt me to utter what if once spoken, decides the des- tiny of my life V He ceased, and she bent on him a look of wondering astonish- ment. She thought she had not heard him aright, and amid her fears of some vague kind, a faint hope struggled, that a chance of saving Mark yet remained. Perhaps, the mere expression of doubt her fea- tures assumed, was more chilling than even a look of displeasure, for Hemsworth's self possession, for several minutes, seemed to have de- serted him ; when, at last recovering himself, he said — " Pray, think no more of my words, I spoke them rashly. I know of no means of befriending this young man. He rejected my counseU when they might have served him. I find how impossible it is to win confidence from those whose prejudices have been fostered in adverse circumstances. Now, I am too late— my humble task is merely to offer you some advice, which the day of calamity may recall to your memory. The Government intends to make a severe example of his case. I heard so much, by accident, from the Under Secretary. They will proceed, in the event of his conviction — of which there cannot be a doubt — to measures of confiscation regarding his property — timely intervention might be of service here." This additional threat of misfortune did not seem to present so many terrors to Kate's mind as he calculated on its producing. She stood silent and motionless, and appeared scarcely to notice his words. " I feel how barbarous such cruelty is to an old and inoffensive pa- rent," said Hemsworth, " whose heart is rent by the recent loss of a son." " He must not die," said Kate, with a hollow voice, and her pale cheek trembled with a convulsive motion. **Mark must be saved, What was the pledge you hinted at ?" Hemsworth's eyes flashed, and his lip curled with an expression of triumph. The moment, long sought, long hoped for, had at length arrived, which should gratify both his vengeance and his ambition. The emotion passed rapidly away, and his features assumed a look of subdued sorrow. " I fear, Miss O'Donoghue," said he, " that my hope was but nke the straw which the drowning hand will grasp at ; but, tortured as my mmd has been by expedients, which more mature thought has ever !»30 THE O'DONOGHUE. discovered to be impracticable, I suffered myself to believe that posav ble, which my own heart forbids me to hope for." He waited a few seconds to give her an opportunity of speaking, bi* she was silent, and he went on — " The guarantee I alluded to would be the pledge of one, whose loyalty to the Government stands above suspicion; one, whose services have met no requital, but whose reward only awaits the moment of demanding it ; such a one as this might make his own character and fortune the recognizance for this young man's conduct, and truck the payment of his own services for a free pardon.'* " And who is there thus highly placed, and willing to befriend us.** Hemsworth laid his hand upon his heart, and bowing with deep humility, uttered, in a low, faint voice — " He who now stands before you !" " You," cried Kate, as clasping her hands in an ecstacy, she fixed her tearful eyes upon him. "You would do this?" Then gromng sud- denly pale, as a sick shudder came over her, she said, in a deep and broken voice, " At what price, sir V* The steady gaze she fixed upon him seemed to awe and abash him, and it was with unfeigned agitation that he now spoke. " A price which the devotion of a life long could not repay. Alas ! a price I dare no more aspire to, than hope for." " Speak plainly, sir," said Kate, in a firm, collected tone, " this is not a moment for misconception. What part have I to play in this compact, for by your manner I suppose you include me in it ?" *' Forgive me, young lady, I have not courage to place the whole for- tunes of my life upon one cast ; already I feel the heaviness of heart that heralds in misfortune. I would rather live on with even this faint glimmer of hope than with the darkness of despair for ever." His hands dropped powerless at his side, his head fell forward on his bosom, and as if without an effort of his will, almost unconsciously his lips muttered the words, *' I love you." Had the accents been the sting of an adder they could not have called up an expression of more painful meaning than flashed over Kate's features. " And this, then, is the price you hinted at — this was to be the com- pact." The proud look of scorn she threw upon him evoked no angry feel- ing in his breast, he seemed overwhelmed by sorrow, and did not dare even to look up. *• You judge me hardly, unfairly too ; I never meant my intercessioa THE O'nONOGHUE 33? t^'TjLi be purchased — humble as I am, I should be still more unworthy, bad I harboured sach a thought ; my hope was this, to make my in- tervention available, I should show myself linked with the fortunes of that house I tried to save — it should be a case, where, personally, my own interest was at stake, and where my fortune, all I possessed in the world was in the scale, if you consented" — here he hesitated, foltered, and finally became silent, then passing his hands across his eyes, re- sumed more rapidly — **but I must not speak of this ; alas ! that mj tongue should have ever betrayed it ;, you have forced my secret from me, and with it my happiness for ever — forget this, I beseech you for- get that, even in a moment so unguarded, I dared to lift my eyes to the shrine my heart has worshipped. I ask no pledge, no compact, 1 will do my utmost to save this youth ; I will spare no exertion or influ- ence I possess with the Government ; I will make his pardon the re- compense due to myself, but if that be impossible, I will endeavour to obtain connivance at his escape, and all the price I ask for this is, your forgiveness of my presumption." Kate held out her hand towards himj while a smile of bewitching loveliness played over her features ; "this is to be a friend indeed," said she. Hemsworth bent down his head till his lips rested on her fingers, and as he did so, the hot tears trickled on her hand, then suddenly starting up, he said, " I must lose no time ; where shall I find your cousin ? — in what part of the country has he sought shelter ?" " The shealing at the foot of Hungry mountain, he mentioned to Herbert as the rendezvous for the present." " Is he alone — has he no companion ?" " None, save, perhaps, the idiot boy who acts as his guide in the mountains." " Farewell then," said Hemsworth, *'you shall soon hear what suc- cess attends my efforts ; farewell" — and, without waiting for more, he hastened from the spot, and was soon heard descending the causeway at a rapid pace. Kate stood for r; few moments lost in thought, and as the sound of the retreating hoofs aroused her, she looked up, and muttering to her- self, " It was nobly done," returned with slow steps to the house. As Hemsworth spurred his horse, and urged him to his fastest speed, expressions of mingled triumph and vengeance burst from him at intervals — " Mine at last," cried he — " miae in spite of every obstacle, —Fortune is seldom so kind as this — vengeance and ambition both gratified together — me, whom they dispised for my poverty, and my z 338 THE o'eonoghue. low birth — ^that it should be my destiny to crush them to tae d&st." These words were scarcely uttered, when his horse, pressed bejoiii his strength, stumbled over a rut in the road, aud fell heavily to the ground, throwing his rider under him. For a long time no semblance of consciousness returned, and the groom, fearing to leave him, had to wait for hours until a country car should pass, in which his wounded master might be laid. There came one by at last, and on this Hemsworth was laid, and brought back to " the Lodge." Before he peached home, however, sense had so far returned, as, that he felt his accident was attended with no serious injury ; the shock of the fall was the only circumstance of any gravity. The medical man of Macroom was soon with him, and partly confirmed his own first impressions, but strictly enjoining rest and quiet, as in the event of any imusual excitement, the worst consequences might ensue, Hemsworth bore up under the injnnction with all the seeming fortitude he could muster, but in his heart he cursed the misfortime that thus delayed the hour of his long-sought vengeance. ** This may continue a week, then ?" cried he, impatiently. The doctor nodded an assent. " Two — three weeks, perhaps 1" " It will be a month, at least, before I can pronounce you out of danger," said the physician, gravely. " A month ! Great Heaven ! — a month ! And what are the dan- gers you apprehend, in the event of my not submitting ?" " There are several, and very serious ones — inflammation of the brain, fever, derangement even." " Yes, and are you sure this confinement will not drive me mad ?" cried he, passionately ; " will you engage that my brain will hold out against the agenizing thoughts that will not cease to torture me all this while ? — or can you promise that events shall stand still for the moment when I can r*isume my place once more among men V The hurried and excited tone in which he spoke was only a more certain evidence of the truth of the medical fears; and, without ven- turing on any direct reply, the doctor gave some directions for his treat- ment, and withdrew. The physician's apprehensions were well founded. The first few hours after the accident seemed to threaten nothing serious, but as night fell, violent headache and fever set in, and before day-break, he was quite delirious. No sooner did the news reach Carrig-na-curra, than Kerry was dis« patched to bring back tidings of his state ; for, however difierent the THE O DONOGHUE. 339 estimation in which he was held by each, one universal feeling per- vaded all — of sorrow for his disaster. Day after day. Sir Archy or Herbert went over to inquire after him ; but some chronic feature of his malady seemed to have succeeded, and he lay in one unvarying con- dition of lethargic unconsciousness. In this way, week after week glided over, and the condition of the country seemed like that of the sick man — one of slumbering apathy. The pursuit of Mark, so eagerly begun, had, as it were, died out. The proclamations of reward, torn down by the country people on their first appearance, were never renewed, and the military party, after an ineftectual search through Killarney, directed their steps northwards towards Tralee, and soon after returned to head -quarters. Still, with all these signs of security, Mark, whose short experience of life, had taught him caution, rarely ventured near Carrig-na-curra, and never passed more than a lew moments beneath his father's roof. While each had a foreboding that this calm was but the lull that preludes a storm, their apprehensions took very different and opposing courses. Kate's anxieties increased with each day of Hemsworth's ill- ness ; she saw the time gliding past in which escape seemed practicable, and yet knew not how to profit by the opportunity. Sir Archy, coup- ling the activity with which Mark's pursuit was first undertaken, with the sudden visit of Hemsworth to the country, and the abandonment of all endeavours to capture him, vhich followed on Hemsworth's ac- cident, felt strong suspicion that the agent was the prime mover in the whole affair, and that his former doubts were well founded regard- ing him ; while Herbert, less informed than either on the true state of matters, formed opinions which changed and vacillated with each day's experience. In this condition of events. Sir Archy had gone over one morning alone, to inquire after Hemsworth, whose case, for some days preceding, was more than usually threatening — symptoms of violent delirium having succeeded to the dead lethargy in which he was sunk. Buried deeply in his conjectures as to the real nature of the part he was acting, and how far his motives tallied with honourable intentions, the old man plodded wearily on, weighing every word he could remember that bore upon events, and carefully endeavouring to divest his mind of evei^ thing like a prejudice. Musing thus, he accidentally diverged from the regular approach, and turned off into a narrow path, which led to the back of "the Lodge ;" nor was he aware of his mistake, till he saw, at the end of the walk, the large window of a room he remembered as be- longing to the former building. The sash was open, but the curtain* 340 were drawn closely, so as to intercept any view from within or witliont. He observed these things, as fatigued by an unacctistomed exertion, he seated himself, for some moments' rest, on a bench beneath the trees. A continuous, low, moaning sound soon caught his ear ; he listened, and could distinctly hear the heavy breathing of a sick man, accom- panied as it was by long-drawn sighs. There were voices, also, of per- sons speaking cautiously together, and the words, " He is asleep at last," were plainly audible, after which the door closed, and all was still. The solemn awe which great illness inspires was felt in all its force by the old man, as he sat like one spell-bound, and unable to depart. The labouring respiration that seemed to bode the ebb of life, made his own strong heart tremble, for he thought how, in his last hours, he might have wronged him. "Oh! if I have been unjust — if I have followed him to the last with ungenerous doubt — forgive me, Heaven j even now my own heart is half my accuser ;" and his lips murmured a deep and fervent prayer, for that merciful benevolence, which, in his frail nature, he denied to another. He arose from his knees with a spirit calmed, and a courage stronger, and was about to retire, when a sud- den cry from the sick room arrested his steps. It was followed by another more shrill and piercing still, and then a horrid burst of frantic laughter : dreadful as the anguish-wrung notes of suffering — how little do they seem in comparison with the sounds of mirth from the lips of madness I "There — there," cried a voice, he at once knew as Hemsworth's — "that's him, that's your prisoner — make sure of him now; remember your orders, men ! — do you hear ; if they attempt a rescue, load with ball, and fire low — mind that, fire low. Ah! you are pale enough DOW ;" and again the savage laughter rung out. " Yes, madam," continued he, in a tone of insolent sarcasm, " every respect shall be shown him — a chair in the dock — a carpet on the gallows. You shall wear mourning for him — all the honeymoon, if you fancy it. Yes," screamed he, in a wild and frantic voice, " this is like revenge ! You struck me once — you called me coarse plebeian, too ! We shall be able to see the blood you are proud of — aye, the blood ! the blood !" — and then, as if worn out by exhaustion, he heaved a heavy sigh, and fell into deep moaning as before. Sir Archy, who felt in the scene a direct acknowledgment of his appeal to Heaven, drew closer to the window, and listened. Gradually, and like one awaking from a heavy slumber, the sick man stretched his limbs, and drew a long sigh, whose groaning accent spoke cf great debihty j and then, starting up in his bed, shouted — 4^xC4^y'yy %. :v^:; /y THE o'donoghue. 341 " It is, it is the King's warrant — who dares to oppose it. Ride iu faster, men — faster ; keep together here, the west side of the mountain. There — there, yonder, near the heach. Who was that spoke of pardon ? Never ; if he resists, cut him down. Ride for it, men, ride ;" and n his mad excitement, he arose from his bed, and gained the floor. ** There — that's him yonder ; he has taken to the mountains ; five hun- dred guineas to the hand that grasps him first," and he tottered to the window, and tearing aside the curtain, looked out. Worn and wasted, with beard unshaven for weeks long, and eyes glistening with the lustre of insanity, the expression of his features ac- tually chilled the heart's blood of the old man, as he stood almost at his side, and unable to move away. For a second or two Hemsworth gazed on the other, as if some struggling effort of recognition was labouring in his brain ; and then, with a mad struggle he exclaimed — " They were too late ; the Council gave but eight days. I suppressed the proclamation in the south. Eight days — after that, no pardon — in this world at least" — and a fearful grin of malice convulsed his features ; then with an altered accent, and a faint smile, from which sickness tore its oft-assumed dissimulation, he said, " I did every thing to persuade him to surrender — to accept the gracious favour of the crovra ; but he would not — no, he would not !" — and, with another burst of laughter, he staggered back into the room, and fell helpless on the floor. Sir Archy was in no compassionate mood at the moment, and without be- stowmg a thought on the sufferer, he hastened down the path, and with all the speed of which he was capable, returned to Carrig-na-curra. CHAPTER XLII. THE S HEALING. Sir Archy's manner, so precise and xneasured in every occasion of life, had undergone a very marked change before he arrived at Carrig- na-curra ; exclamations broke from him at every moment, mingled with fervently expressed hopes, that he might not be yet too late to rescue Mark from his peril. The agitation of his mind and the fatigue of liis ^4 THE O'dONOGHUE. m the drawing-room, fortunately contributed to this end, and induced both the O'Donoghue and Kate to beheve that, whatever the nature of the tidings Sir Archy had learned, their source was no other than Hemsworth himself, of whose good intentions towards Mark no suspicion existed. Herbert's part was limited to the mere warning of Mark, that he should seek some more secure resting-place ; but what kind the danger was, from whom or whence it came, the youth knew nothing. He was not, indeed, unaware of Mark's political feelings, nor did he undervalue the effect his principles might produce upon his actions. He knew him to be intrepid, fearless, and determined ; and he also knew how the want of some regular pursuit or object in life had served farther to un- settle his notions and increase the discontent he felt with his condition. If Herbert did not look up to Mark with respect for the superior quali- ties of mind, there were traits in his nature that inspired the senti- ment fully as strongly. The bold rapidity with which he anticipated and met a danger, the fertile resources he evinced at moments when most men stand appalled and terror-struck, the calmness of his spirit when great peril was at hand, showed that the passionate and wayward nature was the struggle which petty events create, and not the real germ of his disposition. Herbert foresaw that such a character had but to find the fitting sphere for its exercise, to win an upward way ; but he was well aware of the risks to which it exposed its possessor. On this theme his thoughts dwelt the entire day, as he trod the solitary path among the mountains ; nor did he meet with one human thing along that lonely road. At last, as evening was falling, he drew near the glen which wound along the Sase of the mountain, and as he was endeavouring to decide on the path, alow whistle attracted him. This, remembering it was the signal, he replied to, and the moment after Terry crept from a thick cover of Brushwood, and came towards him. " I thought I'd make sure of you before I let you pass, Master Her- bert," cried he, *' for I couldn't see your face, the way your head Avas hanging down. Take the little path to the left, and never turn till you come to the white-thorn tree — then straight up the mountain for a |uarter of a mile or so, till you reach three stones, one over another. From that spot you'll see the shealing down beneath you." "My brother is there now?" said Herbert, enquiringly. " Yes ; he never leaves it long now ; and he got a bit of a fright the other evening, when the French schooner came into the bay." "A French schooner here, in the bay ?" "Ay, just so;. but with an English flag flying. She landed ten 4 //; THE o'donoghue. 345 wen at tlie point, and then got out to sea as fast as she could. She ivas out of sight before dark." " And the men — what became of them ?" " They staid an hour or more with Master Mark. One of them was an old friend, I think ; for I never saw such delight as he was in to see your brother. He gave him two books, and some paper, and a bundle — 1 don't know what was in it — and then they struck off towards Kenmare Bay, by a road very few know in these parts." All these particulars surprised and interested Herbert not a little ; — for although far from implicitly believing the correctness of Terry's tidings, as to the vessel being a French one, yet the event seemed not insignificant, as showing that Mark had friends, who were aware of his present place of concealment. Without wasting further time, how- ever, he bade Terry good-bye, and started along the path down the glen. Following Terry's directions, Herbert found the path, which, in many places was concealed by loose furze bushes, evidently to prevent detection by strangers, and at last, having gained the ridge of the moun- tain, perceived the little shealing at a distance of some hundred feet beneath him. It was merely a few young trees, covered over with loose sods, which, abutting against the slope of the hill, opened towards the sea, from whence the view extended along thirty miles of coast on either hand. At any other moment, the glorious landscape before him would have engrossed Herbert's entire attention. The calm sea, over which night was slowly stealing — the jutting promontories of rock, over whose sides the white foam was splashing — the tall dark cliffs, pierced by many a cave, through which the sea roared like thunder — all these caught his thoughts but for a second, and already with bounding steps he hurried down the steep, where the next moment a scene revealed itself, of far deeper interest to his heart. Through the roof of the shealing, from which, in many places, the dry sods had fallen, he discovered his brother, stretched upon the earthen floor of the hut, intently gazing on a large map, which lay wide- spread before him. The figure was indeed Mark's. The massive head, on either side of which, in flowing waves, the long and locky hair de- scended, there was no mistaking. But the costume was one Herbert saw for the first time. It was a simple uniform of blue and white, with a single silver epaulette, and a sword, hilted with the same metal. The shako was of dark fur, and ornamented with a large bouquet of tri-co- lored ribbons, whose gay and flaunting colours streamed with a strange 346 THE 0*DONOGHUE contrast along the dark earthen floor. Amid all his terror for what these emhlems might portend, his heart bounded with pride at the martial and handsome figure, as, leaning on one elbow, he traced with the other hand the lines upon the map. Unable to control his impatience longer, he cried out — "Mark, my brother!" and the next moment they were in each other's arms. *' You passed Terry on the mountain? He was at his post, I trust V said Mark, anxiously. "Yes, but for his directions I could never have discovered the path." " All's well, then. Until I hear a certain signal from him, I fear nothing. The fellow seems neither to eat nor sleep. At least since I've been here, he has kept watch night and day in the mountains.'* " He always loved you, Mark." " He did so ; but now it is not me he thinks of. His whole heart is in the cause — ^higher and nobler than a mere worthless life Uke mine." " Poor fellow ! he is but half-witted at best," said Herbert. "The more reason for his fidelity now," said Mark, bitterly. " The men of sense are traitors to their oaths, and false to their friends. The enterprise cannot reckon, save on the fool or the madman. I know the taunt you hint at, as ^' *' My dearest brother," cried Herbert, with streaming eyes. " My own dear Herbert, forgive me," said Mark, as he flung his arm round his neck. " These bursts of passion come over me after long and weary thoughts. I am tired to-day. Tell me, how are they all at Carrig-na-curra V* " Well, and, I would say, happy, Mark, were it not for their anxi- eties about you. My uncle heard some news to-day so threatening in its nature, that he has set out for Dublin post haste, and merely wrote these few lines, which he gave me for you before he started." Mark read the paper twice over, and then tearing it, threw the frag- ments at his feet, while he muttered — " I cannot, I must not leave this." " But your safety depends on it, Mark — so, my uncle pressed upon me. The danger is imminent, and, he said, fatal." '* So would it be, were I to leave my post. I cannot tell you, Herbert — I dare not rereal to you what our oath forbids me : — but here I must remain." THE o'donoghue. 347 " And this dress, Mark — why increase the risk you run by a uniform which actually designates treason ?" "Who will dare to tell me so?" cried Mark, impetuously. " The uniform is that of a French grenadier — the service whose toil is glory, and whose cause is liberty. It is enough that I do not wear it without authority. You can satisfy yourself on that head soon. Read this," and he unfolded a paper, which, bearing the arm-S and seal of the French Republic, purported to be a commission as Lieutenant in Hoche's own regiment of grenadiers, conferred on Mark O'Donoghue in testimony of esteem for his fidelity to the cause of Irish independence. " You are surprised that I can read the language, Herbert," said he, smiling ; " but I have laboured hard this summer, and, with Kate's good aid, have made some progress." "And is your dream of Irish independence brought so low as this, Mark — ^that the freedom you speak of must be won by an alien's ^alour?" " They are no aliens, whose hearts beat alike for liberty. Language, country, seas may divide us, but we are brothers in the glorious cause of humanity. Their swords are with us now, as would be ours for them, did the occasion demand them. Besides, we must teach the traitors, boy, that we can do without them — that if her own sons are false, Ireland has friends as true ; and then, woe to them who have betrayed her. Oh, my brother, the brother of my heart, how would I kneel in thankfulness to heaven, if the same hopes that stirred within me were yours also. If the genius you possess were enlisted in the dear cause of your own country — if we could go forth together, hand in hand, and meet danger side by side, as now we stand." " My love for you would make the sacrifice, Mark," said Herbert, as the tears rolled heavily along his cheek ; but my convictions, my reason, my religion, alike forbid it." "Your religion, Herbert? — did I hear you aright?'' " You did. I am a Protestant.'* Mark fell back as his brother spoke ; a cold leaden tinge spread ovei his features, and he seemed like one labouring against the sickness of an ague. " Oh, is it not time !" cried he, as he clasped his hands above his head, and shook them in an agony of emotion — " is it not time to strike the blow, ere every tie that bound us to the land should be rent asunder ; rank, place, wealth, and power they have despoiled us of ; our faith degraded, our lineage scoffed, and now the very links of blood divided — we have not brothers left us !" Herbert bent down his head upon his knees, and wept bitterly. 348 THE O O0N06HUE. " Who will tell me I have not been tried, now ?" continued Mark, in a strain of impassioned sorrow — " deceived on every hand — robbed of my heritage^my friends all false — my father" — he stopped short, for at the moment Herbert looked up, and their eyes met. " What of our father, Mark V "My brain was wandering then," said Mark, in a broken voice. " Once more I ask forgiveness : we are brothers still ; if we be but true of heart to Him who knows all hearts, He will not suffer us to be divided. Can you remain a while with me, Herbert ? — I know you don't mind a rough bivouac.'* *' Yes, Mark, I'll not leave you. All is well at home, and they will guess what cause detained me." So saying, the two brothers sat down side by side, and with hands clasped firmly in each other, remained sunk in silent thought. The wbj)le night through they talked together. It was the first moment, for many a long year, since they had unburdened their hearts like brothers, and in the fulness of their affection the most secret thoughts were revealed, save one topic only, of which neither dared to speak, and while each incident of the past was recalled, and friends were men- tioned, Mark never once alluded to Kate, nor did Herbert utter the name of Sybella Travers. Of his plans for the future, Mark made no secret ; he had accepted a commission in the French army, on the understanding that an invasion of Ireland was determined on, in the event of which, his services would be of some value. He hoped to reach France by the schooner, which, after landing her cargo near the mouth of the Shannon, was to return at once to Cherbourg ; once there, he was to enter the service, and learn its discipline. " I have made my bargain with them ; my face is never to turn from England, till Ireland be free ; after that I am theiri^ to march on the Rhine or the Danube— -where they will. Personal ambition I have none! — to serve as a simple grenadier in the ranks of that army, that shall first plant the standard of liberty here ; such is my only compact. Speak to me of defeat or disaster, if you will ; but do not endeavour to per- suade me against an enterprise I have resolved to go through with, nor try to argue with me, where my impulses are stronger than my reason." In this strain Mark spoke, and while Herbert listened in sorrow, he knew too well his brother's nature, to offer a word of remonstrance in opposition to his determination. Mark, on his side, led his brother to talk of many of his own plans for the future, where another and a very different ambition was displayed. THE o'donoghue. 349 Herbert had entered the hsts where intellect and genius are the weapons, and in his early triumphs had conceived that passion for success, which once indulged, only dies with life itself. The day broke upon them, thus conversing, and already the sunlight was streaming over the western ocean, as they lay down side by side, and slept. CHAPTER XLIII. "the confederates." The paroxysm which Sir Archibald had witnessed, formed the crisis of Hems worth's malady ; and on the evening of the same day, his disease had so far abated of its violence, that his delirium had left him, and ex- cessive debility was now the only symptom of great danger remaining. With the return of his faculties, came back his memory, cleai and unclouded, of every incident up to the very moment of his accident ; and as he lay, weak and wasted on his bed, his mind reverted to the plans and projects of which his illness had interrupted the accomplishment. The excitement of the theme seemed rather to serve than be hurtful to him ; and the consciousness of returning health gave a spring to his recovery ; fatigue of thought induced deep sleep, and he awoke on the following day refreshed and recruited. The lapse of time in illness is, probably, one of the most painful thoughts that await upon recovery. The lethargy in which we have been steeped simulates death ; while the march of events around us show how insignificant our existence is, and how independently of us the work of life goes on. When Wylie was summoned to his master's bed-side, the first ques- tion put to him was, what day of the month it was ? and his astonish- ment was, indeed, great, as he heard it was the I6th of December, and that he had been above two months on a sick bed. " Two months here !" cried he ; *' and what has happened since V* " Scarcely anything, sir," said Wylie, well knowing the meaning oi the question. " The country is quiet — the people tranquil. Too much so, perhaps, to last. The young O'Donoghue has not been seen up the glen for several weeks past; but his brother passes frequently frocj 350 THE O'DONOGHUE. Carrig-na-cnrra to the coast, and back again, so that there is little doubt of his still being in his old hiding-place. Talbot — Barrington I mean — ^has been here again, too." "Barrington! — ^what brings him back? I thought he was in France." ** The story goes that he landed at Bantry with a French agent. One thing is certain, the fellow had the impudence to call here and leave his card for you, one day I was at Macroom." •* That piece of boldness bodes us no good," said Hemsworth. " What of the others ? Who has called here from Carrig-na-curra ?" " A messenger every day ; sometimes twice in the same day." "A messenger ! — not one of the family ?" " For several weeks they have had no one to come. Sir Archy and the younger brother are both from home." " Where, then, is Sir Archy ?" said Hemsworth, anxiously. " That would seem a secret to every one. He left this one morning at a moment's notice, taking the chaise that brought the doctor here. The post-boy pretended he was discharged ; but I say that the excuse was made up, and that the fellow was bribed. On reaching Macroom, the old man got fresh horses, and started for Cork." " And what's the report in the country, Wylie ?" "There are two stories. One, that he heard some rumours of an accusation against himself, for intriguing with the United people, and thought best to get over to Scotland for a while.** " That's folly ; what is the other rumour ?" " A more hkely one," said Wylie, as he threw a shrewd glance beneath his half-closed eye-lids. " They say that he determined to go up to Dubhn, and see the Lord Lieutenant, and ask him for a free pardon for Mark." Hemsworth sprung up in the bed at these words, as if he had been stung. " And who says this, Wylie V* " I believe I was the first that said so myself," said Wylie, aficcting modesty ; " when Kerry told me, that the old man packed up a court dress and a sword." *' You're right, Sam ; there's not a doubt of it. How long is this ago?" " Five weeks on Tuesday last." ** Five weeks ! — five weeks lost already ! And have you heard what has been done by him ? — ^what success he's met with ?'* "No, sir ; but you can soon know something about it yourself." THE O'DONOtJHUE. 351 '^* How do you mean ? — I don't understand you. ••These are the only two letters he has written as yet. This one came on Saturday. I always went down in the mornings to Mary M 'Kelly's, before the bag came in, and as she could not read over well, I sorted the letters for her myself, and slipped in these among your own." Hemsworth and his companion exchanged looks. Probably never did glances more rapidly reveal the sentiments of two hearts. Each, well knew the villainy of the other ; but Hemsworth for the first time saw himself in another's power, and hesitated how far the advantage of the discovery was worth the heavy price he should pay for it ; besides that the habits of his life made him regard the breach of confidence, incurred in reading another man's letter, in a very diiferent hght from his under- bred associate, and he i.-iade no gesture to take them from his hand. *•' This has an English post-mark," said Wylie, purposely occupying nimself with the letter, to avoid noticing Hemsworth's hesitation. "You have not broken the seals, I hope," said Hemsworth, faintly. '' No, sir ; I knew better than that/' replied Wylie, with well- assumed caution. " I knew your honour had a right to it, if you sus- pected the correspondence was treasonable, because you're in the Com- mission, and it's your duty ; but I could'nt venture it, of myself." "I'm afraid your law is not very correct. Master Wylie," said Hems- worth, who felt by no means certain as to the smcerity of the opinion. " It's good enough for Glenflesk, anyhow," said the fellow, boldly ; for he saw that in Hemsworth's present nervous condition, audacity might succeed where subserviency would not. " By which you mean that we have the case in our own hands, Wylie ; well, you're not far wrong in that ; still, I cannot break open a letter. " Well, then, I'm not so scrupulous when my master's interests are concerned ;" and so saying, he tore open each in turn, and threw them on the bed. " There, sir, you can transport me for the offence when- ever you like." " You are a strange fellow, Sam," said Hemsworth, whose nerves were too much shaken by illness, to enable him tc act with his orclinary l^jcision, and he took up one of the letters, and perused it slowly. "This is merely an announcement of his arrival in Dublin; he has waited upon, but not seen the Secretary — finds it difficult to obtain an audience — press of parliamentary business for the nev/ session — no ex- citement about the United party. What tidings has the other ? Ha !— what's this ?" — and his thin and haggard face flushed scarlet. " Leave 352 THE O'DONOGHUE. me, Sam ; I must have a little time to consider this. Come back to me in an hour." Wylie said not a word, but moved towards the door ; whilt in his sallow features a savage smile of malicious triumph shone. As Hemsworth flattened out the letter before him on the bed, his eyes glistened and sparkled with the fire of aroused intelligence : the faculties which, during his long illness, had lain in abeyance, as if refreshed and invigorated by rest, were once more excited to their accustomed exercise ; and over that face, pale and haggard by sickness, a flush of conscious power stole, lighting up every lineament and feature, and displaying the ascendancy of mental effort over mere bodily infirmity. " And so this Scotchman dares to enter the list with ?we," said he, vfith. a smile o^ contemptuous meaning ; "let him try it." THE o'donoohue. 35S CHAPTER XLIV. THE MOUNTAIN AT SUNRIS! A. LITTLE lower down the valley than the post occupied hy Terry as his look-out, was a small stream, passable by stepping-stones ; this was the usual parting place of the two brothers, whenever Herbert returned home for a day or so, and this limit Mark rarely or never transgressed, regard- ing it as the frontier of his little dominion. Beside this rivulet, as night was falling, Mark sat, awaiting with some impatience his brother's com- ing, for already the third evening had passed in which Herbert pro- mised to be back, and yet he had not come. Alternately stooping to listen, or straining his eyes to see, he waited anxiously ; and while canvassing in his mind every possible casualty he could think of to account for his absence, he half resolved on pushing forward down the glen, and, if necessary, venturing even the whole way to Carrig-na-curra. Just then a sound caught his ear — he listened, and at once recognized Terry's voice, as, singing some rude verse, he came hastening down the glen at his full speed. " Ha ! I thought you'd be here," cried he, with delight in his coun- tenance ; "I knew you'd be just sitting there on that rock." "What has happened, then, Terry, that you wanted me ?" " It was a message a man in sailor's clothes gave me for your honour this morning, and, somehow, I forgot to tell you of it when you passed, though he charged me not to forget it." "What is it, Terry?" "Ah, then, that's what I misremember, and I had it all right this morning. Let me think a bit." Mark repelled every symptom of impatience, for he well knew how the sHghtest evidences of dissatisfaction on his part would destroy every chance of the poor fellow regaining his memory, and he waited silently for several minutes. At last, thinking to aid his recollection, he said — " The man was a smuggler, Terry ?" " He was, but I never saw him before. He came across from Kinsal^ over the mountains. Botheration to him, why didn't he say more, and 1 wouldn't forget it now." " Have patience, you'll think of it all by-and-by." 3M THE O'DONOGHUE. ** Maybe so. He was a droll-looking fellow, with a short cutlash at his side, and a hairy cap on his head ; and he seemed to know yer honour well, for he said — " * How is the O'Donoghues — don't they live hereabouts V " * Yes,' says I, * a few miles down that way.* " ' Is the eldest boy at home V says he. " * Maybe he is, and maybe he isn't,' says I, for I wouldn't tell hm where you were. " * Could you give him a message,* says he, * from a friend?* **^ * Av it was a friend,' says I. " * A real friend,' says he. * Tell him — ^just tell him — • — ' " There it is now — divil a one o' me knows what he said." Mark suffered no sign of anger to escape him, but sat without speak- ing a word, while Terry recapitulated every sentence in a muttering voice, to assist him in remembering what followed. " I have it now," said he at last ; and clapping his hands with glee, he cried out, "them's the very words he said — " * Tell Mr. Mark, it's a fine sight to see the sun rising from the top of Hungry Mountain ; and if the wind last, it will be worth seeing to- morrow.' " " Were those his words ?'* asked Mark eagerly. " Them, and no other — I have it all in my head now.*' " Which way did he take when he left you ?" " He turned up the glen, towards Googawn Barra, and I seen him crossing the mountain afterwards ; but here comes Master Herbert ;'* and at the same instant he was seen coming up the valley at a fast pace. When the first greetings were over, Herbert informed Mark that a certain stir and movement in the glen and its neighbourhood for the last few days had obliged him to greater caution ; that several strangers had been seen lurking about Carrig-na-curra ; and that in addition to the military posted at Mary's, a sergeant's guard had that morning arrived at " the Lodge," and taken up their quarters there. All these signs of vigilance combined to make Herbert more guarded, and induced him to delay for a day or two his return to the shealing, " Hemsworth has been twice over at our house," continued Herbert, " and seems most anxious about you ; he cannot understand why we have not heard from my uncle. It appears to me, Mark, as if difiicul- ties w^re thickening around us j and yet this fear may only be tbe appre- hension which springs from mystery. I cannot see my way through this dark and clouded atmosphere." " Never fret about the dangers that come like shadows, Herbert THE o'donoghtje. 355 Come up the mountain with me to-morrow at sunrise, and let us take counsel from the free and bracing air of the peak of old Hungry." Herbert was but too happy to find his own gloomy thoughts so well combatted, and in mutual converse they each grew lighter in heart ; and when at last, wearied out, they lay down upon the heather of the sheal- ing, they slept without a dream. It was still dark as midnight when Mark awoke and looked at his watch — it wanted a quarter of four. The night was a wild and gusty one, with occasional showers of thin sleet, and along the shore the sea beat heavily, as though a storm was brewing at a distance off. The message of the smuggler was his first thought on waking, but could he venture sufiicient trust in Terry's version to draw any inference from it ? Still, he resolved to ascend the mountain, little favourable as the weather promised for such an undertaking. It was not without reluctance that Herbert found himself called upon to accompany his brother. The black and dreary night, the swooping wind, the wet spray, drifting up to the very shealing, were but sorry inducements to stir abroad ; and he did his utmost to persuade him to defer the excursion to a more favomiible moment. " We shall be wet through, and see nothing for our pains, Mark," said he, half sulkily, as the other overruled each objection in turn. '* Wet we may possibly be," said Mark ; " but with the wind, north- ing by west, the mist will clear away, and by sunrise the coast will be glorious ; it is a spring-tide, too, and there will be a sea running moun- tains high." " I know well we shall find ourselves in a cloud on the top of the mountain ; it is but one day in a whole year any thing can be seen favourably." "And who is to say this is not that day? It is my birth-day, Her- bert — a most auspicious event, when we talk of fortunate occurrences." The tone of sarcasm he spoke these words in, silenced Herbert's scruples, and without further objection he prepared to follow Mark's guidance. The drifting rain, and the spongy heavy (ground in which at each moment the feet sank to the very instep, made the way toilsome an(? weary, and the two brothers seldom spoke as they plodded along the jrteep ascent. Mark's deep pre-occupation of mind took away all thought of the dreary road ; but Herbert followed with reluctant steps, half angry with himself for compliance with what he regarded as an absurd caprice. The way was not without its perils, and Mark halted from time to time 356 THE o'donoghue. to warn his brother of the danger of some precipice, or the necessity ta guard against the sHppery surface of the heather. Except at these times, he rarely spoke, but strode on with firm step, lost in his own reflections. " We are now twelve hundred feet above the lake, Herbert," said he, after a long silence on both sides, " and the mountain at this side is like a wall. This same island of ours has noble bulwarks for defence.'* Herbert made no reply ; the swooping clouds that hurried past, hea- vily charged with vapour, shut out every object ; and to him the rugged path was a dark and cheerless way. Once more they continued their ascent, which here became steeper and more difficult at every step ; and although Mark was familiar with each turn and winding of the narrow track, more than once he was obliged to stop, and consider the course before him. Herbert, to whom these interruptions were fresh sources of irritation, at length exclaimed — " My dear Mark, have we not gone far enough yet, to convince you that there is no use in going farther. It is dark as midnight this moment — you yourself are scarcely certain of the way — there are preci- pices and gulleys on every side — and grant that we do reach the top for sunrise, what shall we be able to see amid the immense masses of cloud around us ?" *'No, Herbert, that same turning back policy it is, which thwarts success in life. Had you yourself followed such an impulse, you had not gained the honours that are yours. Onward, is the word of hope to all. And what if the day should not break clearly, it is a fine thing to sit on the peak of old Hungry, with the circling clouds wheeling madly below you, to hear the deep thundering of the sea far, far away, and the cry of the curlew mingling with the wailing wind — to feel yourself high above the busy world, in the dreary region of mist and shadow. If at such times as this the eye ranges not over leagues of coast and sea, long winding valleys and wide plains, the prophetic spirit fostered by such agencies looks out on life, and images of the future flit past in cloudy shapes and changing forms. There, see that black mass that slowly moves along, and seems to beckon us with giant arm. You'd not reject an augury so plain." " I see nothing, and if I go on much farther this way, I shall feel nothing either, I am so benumbed with cold and rain already." " Here, then, taste this — I had determined to give you nothing unti/ etlier unfounded. Little has ever been accorded to Ireland as a grace — much has been obtained by her by menace." "He never calculated on such an issue to the struggle, sir; depend upon it, no unworthy prospect of personal gain ever induced an O'Donoghue to adopt a cause like this. You have convinced me, now, that he is unconnected with this plot." " I sincerely wish my own convictions could follow yours, madam, but it is an ungrateful office I have undertaken. "Would to heaven I knew how to discharge it more fittingly. To be plain, Miss O'Donoghue, the statute of high treason, which will involve the confiscation of your uncle's estate, will, if measures be not speedily taken, rob you of youi fortune ; to prevent this — " Stay, sir, I may save you some trouble on my account. I have no fortune, nor any claim upon my uncle's estate." " Pardon me, young lady, but the circumstance of my position has made me acquainted with matters connected with your family; your claim extends to a very considerable, and a very valuable pro- perty." " Once more, sir, I must interrupt you — I have none." *' If I dare contradict you I would say " " Nay, nay, sir," cried she, blushing, partly from shame, and partly from anger — *'this must cease, I know not what right you have to press the avowal from me. The property you speak of is no longer mine ; my uncle did me the honour to accept it from me, would that the gift could express the thousandth part of the love I bear him." "You gave over your claim to your uncle !" said Hemsworth, leav- ing a pause between every word of the sentence, while a look of malignant anger settled on his brow. " Who dares to question me on such a subject," said Kate, for the insulting expression so suddenly assumed by Hemsworth, roused all her indignation. " Is this, then, really so," said Hemsworth, who, so unaccustomed as he ever was to be overreached, felt all the poignancy of a deception in his disappointment. Kate made no answer, but moved towards the door, while Hems- worth sprang forward before her, and placed his back against it. " What means this, or how comes it, that you dare to treat me thus beneath my uncle's roof?" " One word only. Miss O'Donoghue," said Hemsworth, with an effort to assume his habitual tone of deference ; " May I ask was this transfer of property made legally and formally." 384 THE o'donoghue. * Sir," said Kate, as drawing herself up, she stared full at him. wiljli« out another word of reply. "I see it all," said Hemsworth, rapidly, and as if thinking, aloud. " This was the money that paid off Hickson — in this way the mortgage was redeemed, and the bond for two thousand also recovered — duped and cheated at every step. And so, madam," — here he turned a look of insulting menace towards her — " I have been the fool in your hands all this time ; and not content with thwarting my views, you have endeavoured to sap the source of my fortune. Yes, you need not affect ignorance ; I know of Sir Archibald's kind interference in my behalf: Sir Marmaduke Travers has withdrawn his agency from me ; he might have paused to inquire where was the property from which he has removed me — ^how much of it owns him the master, or me. This was your uncle's doing. I have it under his own hand, and the letter addressed to yourself." " And you dared, sir, to break the seal of my letter !" " I did more, madam — I sent a copy of it to the Secretary of State, whose warrant I possess : the young officials of the Home Office will, doubtless, thank me for the amusement I have afforded them in its contents. The match-making talents of Sir Archy and his niece's fascinations have, however, failed for once. The Guardsman seems to have got over his short-lived passion." " Stand back, sir, and let me pass." " One moment more, madam ; if I have suffered some injuries from your family, I have at least one debt of gratitude to acknowledge — but for your note, written by your own hand, I should scarcely have suc- ceeded in capturing a rebel, whose treason will not long await its penalty — but for your able assistance, your cousin might have escaped — indeed, it may be worth while to inform you that Sir Archibald had good hopes of obtaining his pardon, a circumstance which will, doubt- less, be satisfactory to the surviving members of the family." *'My cousin Mark taken!" cried Kate, as she clasped her hands to either side of her head in a paroxysm of agony. " Taken, and on his way to Dublin, under a military escort ; on Wednesday he will be tried by court-martial : I hope and trust on Thursday — but perhaps it would be cruel to tell you of Thursday's proceedings." Kate reeled, and endeavoured to support herself by a chair ; but a sickness like death crept over her, and with a faint low sigh she sank lifeless on the floor ; at the same instant the door was burst open by a tremendous effort, and Hemsworth sent forward into the room. It THE O'DONOGIiUE, 385 was Mark, splashed and dripping, his face flushed with violent exertion, that entered. With one glance at Hemsworth, and another at the fainting form before him, he seemed to divine all. *' Our day of reckoning is come at last, sir," said he, in a low distinct voice ; "it has been somewhat tardy, however." *' If you have any claim on me, Mr. O'Donoghue," said Hemsworth, with a forced calmness, " I am ready, at the proper time and place, to offer you every satisfaction." " That time and place is here, sir," said Mark, as without the slightest sign of passion he bolted the door, and drew a heavy table across it. "Here, in this room, from which both of us shall never walk forth alive." "Take care, sir, what you do ; lam armed," said Hemsworth, as he threw a quick glance around, to see if any hope of escape should present itself. "And so am I," said Mark, coolly, who still busied himself in removing every object from the middle of the room, while gently lifting Kate, he laid her, still unconscious as she was, upon a sofa. " We have neither of us much time to throw away, I fancy," said he, with a bitter laugh ; " choose your place now, sir, and fire when you please — mine is yonder;" and as he spoke he turned half round to walk towards the spot indicated. With the quickness of lightning, Hems- worth seized the moment, and drawing a pistol from his bosom, aimed and fired ; the ball grazed Mark*s shoulder, and made him stagger for- wards ; but in a second he recovered himself : the casualty saved him ; for while falling, a second Dullet whizzed after the first. With a cry of vengeance that mado the old walls ring again, Mark sprang at him ; it was the deadly leap of a tiger on his prey ; the impulse was such, that as he caught him in his arms, both rolled over together on the floor. The struggle was but brief ; Mark, superior in youth, strength, and acti- vity, soon got him under, and with his knee upon his chest, pinioned him down to the ground. There was a pause, the only sounds being the quick-drawn breathings of both, as with looks of hate they gazed at each other ; — while with one hand he grasped Hemsworth by the throat, with the other he felt for his pistol : slowly he drew forth the weapon, and cocked it ; then laying the cold muzzle upon the other's forehead, he pressed the trigger ; the cock snapped, but the priming burned. He flung the weapon from him in passion, and drew another ; but ers " he could adjust it, Hemsworth ceased to breathe ; a cold livid colour spread over his features, and a clammy sweat bedewed his fora- head — he had fainted. 2 C 386 THE o'donoghue. Mark dropped the uplifted weapon, as he muttered — "It was a fit- ting fate — the death of a coward." Then standing up, he approached the window tliat overlooked the road, and threw it wide open. The storm still hlew with all its force, and in a second extinguished the lights in the room, leaving all in darkness. With cautious steps, Mark moved towards where the body lay, and lifting it in his powerful arms, carried it towards the window ; with one vigorous effort he hurled the lifeless form from him, and the hea\y mass was heard as it fell crashing among the brushwood that covered the precipice. Mark gazed for a few seconds into the black abyss beneath, and then withdrawing, he closed the window, and barred it. By the aid of his pistol he struck a light, and relighted the candles, and then approached the sofa where Kate lay. " Have I been ill, Mark ?" said she, as she touched his hand— *' have I been ill, and dreaming a horrid dream ? I thought Hems- worth was here, and that — that — but he was here — I know it now — you met him here. Oh, Mark, dearest Mark, what has happened — where is he ?" Mark pointed to the window, but never spoke. " Is he killed — did you kill him ?" cried she, as her eyes grew wild with the expression of terror. " Oh, merciful heaven, who has visited us so heavily, why will reason remain when madness would be mercy ! You have killed him !" " He did not die by my hand, though he well deserved to have done so," said Mark, sternly ; but are our hours to be so many now, that we can waste them on such a theme. The French are in the Bay — at least a portion of the fleet — sixteen vessels, nine of which are ships of the line, are holding by their anchors beneath our cliffs ; twenty more are at sea, or wrecked or captured by the English, for who can tell the extent of our disasters. All is against us ; but against all we might succeed, if we had not traitors amongst us." " The Government is aware of the plot, Mark — knows every man engaged in it, and is fully prepared to meet your advance." " Such is the rumour ; but there's no truth in it : the people hold back, and give this as the excuse for their cowardice. The priests will not harangue them, and the panic spreads every moment wider, of treachery and betrayal. Lanty Lawler, the fellow who should have supplied horses for the artillery, is an informer ; so are half the others. There's nothing for it but a bold plunge — something to put every neck in the halter, and then will come the spirit to meet all difficulties — so thinks Tone, and he's a noble-hearted fellow, and ready for any peril." THE o'donoghue. 387 A loud knocking at the door of the tower now broke in upon the con- verse, and Kerry O'Leary called aloud — " Open the door. Master Mark ; be quick, the soldiers is comin'. *' Mark speedily withdrew the heavy table from its place across the door, and opened it. Kerry, his clothes reduced to rags, and his face and hands bleeding, stood before him, terror in every feature. " They took me prisoner at the gate there, but I contrived to slip away, and took to the mountain, and a fine chase they gave me for the last hour " " But the soldiers — where are they, and in what place ?" "There's two troops of horse about a mile below Mary's in the glen, waiting for Hemsworth's orders to advance." "Go on," said Mark, with a stern smile ; "they're not likely to move for some time.'* "I do not know that, then," said Kerry, "for I saw Hemsworth pass up the road, with two men holding him on his horse ; he seemed to have got a bad fall, for the blood was running down his face, and his cheeks was as pale as a corpse." " You saw Hemsworth, and he was living !" " Faix he was, and no doubt of it ; there never was the man in these parts could curse and swear the way he does, barrin' himself, and I heerd him blasphaming away as he went along what he wouldn't do down here." " Oh, fly, Mark ; don't lose a second, for heaven's sake " ** And leave you here to the mercy of this scoundrel and his blood- hounds." " No, no ; we are safe here ; he dare not wreak his vengeance on us ; but you are his greatest enemy." " 'Tis thrue she's sayin'," cried Kerry, eagerly ; " I heerd Hems- worth say to Sam Wylie, that Captain Travers is up at Macroom vdth his regiment, and was coming down to guard the castle here ; but that there was plenty of time to take you before he came, and there was a tree standing to hang you, besides." " I leave you, then, in safe keeping," said Mark, with a touch of sarcasm in his voice ; " one word of good-bye to my father, and I am gone." It was some moments before the O'Donoghue could rally from the deep stupor grief and anxiety induced, and recognize Mark as he leaned over his chair ; and then as he felt his hands and clutched his arms, he seemed endeavouring to persuade himself that it was not some passing dream he laboured under. " The pursuit is too hot, father," said Mark, after two or three 388 THE o'donoghue. eflforts to arouse his mind to what was going forward, " and I must be off. Hemsworth has a strong party in the glen ; but fear nothing ; he tannot molest you ; and, besides, his time is brief now." " And will you leave me, Mark ; will you desert me now V* said the old man, with all the selfishness of age, forgetting every thing, save his own feelings. ** Not if you wish me to remain ; if you think there is more honour in my being taken prisoner under your own roof, Fm just as willing." " Oh, no, uncle," cried Kate, rushing forward ; " do not keep him ; say good-bye, and speedily ; the dragoons are advancing already." *' There goes a shot ! that was a cannon," cried Mark, in ecstasy, as he lifted his hand to catch the sound — "another! another! they're landing — they're coming — you'll see me again before day-break, father," said he, embracing the old man tenderly, while he turned to bid Kate adieu. She stood with her hands before her eyes, her bosom heaving violently. Mark gazed at her for a moment, and pressing his lips to her cheek, merely whispered one word, and was gone. Hemsworth's horse, which Kerry had found in the stable, stood ready awaiting Mark, and without a moment's loss of time, he sprung on the animal's back, and dashed down the road at full speed. Mean- while the loud firing of cannon continued at intervals towards the Bay, and more than one rocket was seen to throw its bright glare through the blackness of the night. " They're landing at last," cried Mark, as every report set his heart oounding with eager hope, and forward he rode through the storm. CHAPTER XLVIII. THE GLEN AND THE BAT. LRY O'Leary's intelHgence was correct in every particular. Hems- »rorth was not only living, but, save some bruises, and a cut upon his forehead, was httle the worse for his adventure. The brushwood had caught him in his descent, and broken the fall ; and although the height was considerable, when he reached the ground he was merely stunneci THE O'DONOGHUE, 389 and not seriously injured. After a little time he was able to walk, and had succeeded in advancing about half a mile up the glen, when he was met by Wylie and a party of his followers, returning after escorting the chaise some miles on the road. Neither our space nor our inclination permit us to dwell on the scene that followed, where Hemsworth, outwitted and duped as he believed himself, gave way to the most violent passion, accusing every one in turn of treachery, and vowing a deep and bloody vengeance on the whole House of O'Donoghue. Seated on Wylie' s horse, and supported on each side by two men — for at first his weakness increased, as he found himself in the saddle — he went along at a foot's pace. He would not listen to Wylie' s proposal of returning to the " Lodge," but constantly called out — " To Keim- an-eigh as fast as possible — to the dragoons !" and at last passion had so far supplied energy, that he was able to press on faster, when sud- denly a twinkling light through the gloom apprised him that he was near the little way-side inn. " Get me some wine, Wylie, and be quick !" cried he, as they reached the door. *' You had better get off, and rest a few moments, sir," said the other. " Rest ! — I'll never rest," shouted he, with an infamous oath, " till I see that fellow waving from the gallows ! Some wine this instant !" To the loud summons of Wylie no answer was returned, and the light that shone so brightly a moment before was now extinguished. ** Break open the door ! B — t you ! what do you delay about ?" shouted Hemsworth. "There are some rebel tricks at work here." At the same instant the light re-appeared, and Mary's voice was heard from within — "Who's that, at this hour of the night, making such a noise?" " Open the door, and be d d to you !" cried Hemsworth, who, hav- ing got off his horse, was now endeavouring with his foot to force the Strong door. *' It will take a better man than you to stave that pannel in," said Mary, who, although recognizing the voice, affected not to know the speaker. And she said truly, the door once made part of the ruddei of an Indiaman, and was strong oak belted with iron. " Put a light in the thatch ! Snap your pistol, Wylie, and set fire to ft!" cried Hemsworth, savagely; for any opposition to him at this tioment called forth all ^^ malignity of his nature. 390 THE 0*DONOGHUE. ** Oh, is it you, captain?" said Mary, with a Toice of well-affected respect ; " the Lord pardon me for keeping you out in the cold !" and with that she opened the door, and with many a low curtsey saluted her guest. Rudely pushing her aside, and muttering an oath, Hemsworth entered the cahin, followed by the others. " Why was the light put out," said he, " when you heard us knock- iDg at the door?" "I did not hear the knocking," said Mary. " I was in the Httle room there, and goin' to bed. The saints be good to me! — since the soldiers were here, the hearing is knocked oiit of me — the noise and the ballyragging they went on with, from momin' till night ! — and now that they are gone — thanks to your honour, that ordered them away two days ago up to *the Lodge' — I do be thinking, they are here still." "Bring us some wine," said Hemsworth, "and the best in your house. You need not spare the tap to-night, for it's the last you will ever draw beneath this roof. There ; — don't look surprised and inno- cent ; — ^you know well what I mean. This is a rebel den, but I will leave it a heap of ashes before I quit the spot." " You'll not bum my Httle place down, captain ?" said Mary, with a look, in which a shrewd observer might have read a very different ex- pression than that of fear. "You'll not take away the means I have of earning my bread ?" " Bring the wine, woman ; and if you don't wish to wait for the bon- fire, be off with you up the glen. I'll leave a mark on this spot as a good warning to traitors. People shall talk of it hereafter, and point to it as the place where rebelUon met its first lesson." *' And who dares to say that there was any treason in this house V* " If my oath," said WyHe, " won't satisfy you, Mrs. M*Kelly -" "Yours!" interrupted Mary; — "yours! — a transported felon's oath !" " What do you think of your old sweetheart, Lanty Lawler ?" said Hemsworth, as he drank off goblet after goblet of the strong wine. " Wouldn't you think twice about refusing him now, if you knew the price it was to cost you ?" " I would rather see my bones as black as his own traitor's heart," cried Mary, with flashing eyes, "than I would take a villain like that! There, captain, there's the best of the cellar, and there's the house for you, and there," said she, throwing herself on her knees, " and there'i THE o'donoghue. 391 the curse of the lone woman that you turn out this night upon the road without a roof to shelter her, and may it light on you now, and follow you hereafter !" " Clear your throat, and cool it, after your hot wishes," said Hems- worth, with a brutal laugh ; for in this ebullition of the woman's pas- sion was the first moment of his enjoyment. With a gesture of menace, and a denunciation uttered in Irish, with all the energy the native language possesses, Mary turned into the road, and left her home for ever. " What was that she said ?" said Hemsworth, turning to one of the men that stood behind the chair. " It was a saying they do have in Irish, sir," said the fellow, with a simper, " and the meaning of it is, that it isn't them that lights a bon- fire, that waits to dance round the ashes." " Ha ! that was a threat, then ! She will bring the rebels on us ; — but I have taken good care for that. I have sent a strong party by the other road, to cut off their advance from the Bay, and we'll hear the firing time enough to warn us ; and that party," said Hemsworth, muttering to himself, " should be at their post by this time ;" here he looked at his watch : "it is now eleven o'clock; you took the order, Wylie, for Captain Travers to go round by Googawn Barra, and occupy the pass between Carrig-na-curra aad Bantry Bay ?" " I did, sir, and he set off the moment I gave the letter." **Then the fellow, Mark, cannot escape me," said Hemsworth. " If he leave the castle before I come, he falls into the hands of the others. Still, I would rather be judge and jury myself, and you shall be the hangman, Sam. There's little love between you : it is an office you'll like well." " If I don't do it nate," said Wylie, " the young gentleman must forgive me, as it is my first time ;" and they both laughed heartily at the ruffian jest. " But what are we staying for ?" said Hemsworth, while he drained his glass. " Let us get up the dragoons, and make sure of him at once. I am strong now, and ready for any exertion." " 'Tis a pity to burn the little place, captain," said one of the fellows of the party. "There's many a dacent boy would think himself well off, to get the likes of it for his reward." "Make yourself at home," said Hemsworth, "for I'll give you a lease for three lives of it — yours, Wylie's, and mine own — will that satisfy*you ?" 392 THE O DONOGHUE. The fellow stared at the speaker, and then looked at "Wylie, as if not knowing whether to place any faith in the words he heard. " I didn't say you were to get the premises in good repair, how. ever,** said Hemsworth, with a hitter laugh, "I didn't boast much about the roof," and at the same moment he took a lighted turf from the hearth, and thrust it into the thatch, while "Wyhe, to curry favour with his patron, imitated his example." *• Where does that door lead to ?" said Hemsworth, pointing to the small portal, which led into the rock towards the stable. " That's the way to the stable," said Wylie, as he opened it, and looked down the passage ; "and here's another door, that I never saw before." *' That's where she do keep the spirits, sir," said one of the men; " 'tis there she do have all the liquor.'* " There's nothing like whiskey for a blaze," said Hemsworth, with a half drunken laugh, ** Burst open that door !" — but all their efforts were vain : it was made with every precaution of strength, and studded over with strong nails. " Stop !" said Hemsworth, as he pushed the others rudely away, " there's a readier plan than yours to force it. I'll blow the lock to pieces !" and, so saying, he took the pistol from Wylie's hand, and, having leisurely examined the priming and the jflint, placed the muzzle in the lock. *' Be quick, sir, be quick !" said Wylie ; " the place is filling with smoke !" And so it was : the crackling of the thatch, and the dense masses o\ black smoke that filled the cabin, showed that the work of destruction was begun. " Here, then : this is to put the seal to your lease, Peter," said Hemsworth, as he pulled the trigger. A quick report followed, and then a crashing sound, as of splintered timber, and, sudden as the hghtning flash itself, a noise burst forth ouder than thunder, and at the same moment the house, and all that Irere in it, were blown into the air, while the massive rock was shattered from its base, full fifty feet up above the road. Report after report followed, each accompanied by some new and fearful explosion, until at fength a great portion of the cHff was rent asunder, and scattered in Huge fragments across the road, where, amid the crumbUng masonry and the charred rafters, lay four black and lifeless bodies, without a trait which should distinguish one from the other. THE O DONOGHTJE. 393 All was silent on the spot, but through every glen in the mountains the echoing sounds sent back in redoubled peals the thunder of that dreadful explosion, and through many a far-off valley rung out that last requiem over the dead. For some time the timbers and the thatch continued to burn, emit- ting at intervals lurid bursts of flame, as more combustible matter met the fire, while now and then a great report, and a sudden explosion, would announce that some hitherto untouched store of powder became ignited, until, as day was breaking, the flames waned and died out, leaving the rent rocks and the ruined cabin the sad memorials of the event. Nor were these the only occurrences of which the glen was that night the witness. Mark, his brain burning for the moment when the fray should commence, rode on amid the storm, the crashing branches and the loud brawling torrents seeming to arouse the wild spirit within him, and lash his enthusiasm even to madness. The deafening clamour of the hurricane increased, as he came nearer the Bay, where the sea, storm-lashed and swollen, beat on the rocks with a din like artillery. But louder far than all other sounds were the minute peals of cannon from the Bay, making the deep valleys ring with their clangour, and sending their solemn din into many a far-off glen. " They are coming ! they are coming !" cried Mark, as he bounded madly in his saddle. ** What glorious music have they for their march !" " Stop ! — pull in ! — ^hould hard, Master Mark !" screamed a voice from the side of the road, as a fellow jumped from a cliff, and made towards the rider. " Don't delay me now, Terry ; I cannot stay," said Mark, as he re- cognised the youth, " the French are landing !" ''They are not!" cried Terry, with a yell of despair; "they are going off, leaving us for ever, and the glen is full of soldiers. The dra- goons is there ; ay, not half a mile from you," as he pointed through the gloom in the direction of the glen. " The dragoons there ! — what treachery is this ?" " I saw them coming round the head of the lake this evening, and 1 ihought it was after me they were coming ; but they never turned off ihe road, but went on to the gap of the glen, and there they are now, waiting, I suppose, for the French to go." " The French are not going, fool! — they are landing ! Don't you hear the guns — there ! and there again ! There is but one way now, but a bold heart needs no more. Let go the bridle, Terry." 394 THE o'donoghue. *' I can't, I won't let go. 'Tis cut to pieces you'll be. I seen them looking at their swords a while ago. Och, don't twist my hand that way!" ** Leave me free ! There is no such armour of proof as reck- lessness !" As he spake, he reined in his horse, and, dashing the spurs into his flanks, sprang beyond Terry, and the next moment was out of sight. A very few minutes showed that Terry was but too accurate. Around a blazin*;' fire, beneath the rock, a party of dragoons were dismounted, vainly seeking to dry their soaked clothes, while in front two mounted men could be seen with their carbines unslung, ready for action. A bold dash to force his way through was the only chance remaining. To depend on his horse's speed, and his own dexterous hand to guide him, was all his hope. He resolved, therefore, neither to draw sword nor pistol, but attempt to pass by sheer horsemanship. Few men were either better suited for a venture so daring, or better equipped at the moment. The animal he rode was a powerful thoroughbred, trained and managed to perfection. Without the slightest noise Mark dismounted, and, ungirthing his saddle, re-adjusted and fastened it further back. He then looked care- fully to his bridle, to see all was safe there, and loosened the curb, to give the horse free play of his head. This done, and with his cap pressed firmly down upon his brow, he sprang into his saddle once more. The bright blaze enabled him to see the party in front, and, while he himself escaped all observation, to devise his plans at leisure. He ad- vanced, therefore, at a slow walk, keeping the horse's feet in the deep ground, where no noise was made. He counted seven figures around the fire, and two as sentinels, and suspected at once that the whole party was not there. Still there was no other chance. To attempt the moun- tain would delay him a day at least, and a day now was a life-time. Creeping noiselessly forward, he came within a few yards of the out- posts, and could distinctly hear the voices as they talked together. He halted for a second or two, and looked back down the glen. It was an involuntary action, for even had all not been dark around him, his home, to which he wished to bid a last adieu, was out of sight. A cannon-shot rung out at the instant, and, taking it for a signal, Mark reined in his horse sharply, and then, dashing the spurs to his sides, Aiade him plunge* madly forward, and, with the bound, shot through the space between the two sentinels, each of whom presented, but feared to fire, lest hp should injure his comrade. V ■ ,» ^.f,.^. .^y^A/y^/ri^Z/6'J^z ^j^^^-^y^^y> ■ %^^-^yU THE o'donoghue. 395 ** Come on — follow me !" cried Mark, waving his hand as if encou- raging others on, and the action turned every look down the glen, in the direction from whence he came, and whence now came a wild, shrill yell, the most savage and appalling. " Fire ! — down with him ! — fire !" shouted the soldiers to one an- other, as Mark, leaning flat on his horse's main, rode on ; and the balls whistled quick, above and around, but not one struck him. " After him. Jack — after him !" cried one of the sentinels, who, perceiving that Mark was not followed, turned his horse to the pursuit ; but another yell, wilder than the first, arrested him, and he heard a voice screaming, *' This way, boys, this way — we have them here !" and Terry, waving his cap, bounded forward, and called out unceasingly for others to come on. In an instant the whole attention was turned to the front, while with the stroke of a sabre poor Terry was stretched upon the ground, bleeding and senseless. " It is only that cursed fool we used to see at Macroom, about the barrack gates," said one of the dragoons, as he held a piece of lighted wood beside his face, " and the other fellow cannot have had much more sense, or he would never have tried to ride through a squadron of horse. But there ! — he's down now ! Did you hear that crash? — that was a horse that fell !" So it was ; Mark had but passed the first party to fall on a much more formidable body further on, and his horse, twice wounded, was at last struck in the shoulder, and fell headlong to the ground pinioning the rider beneath him. With a dexterity that seemed magical, Mark disengaged himself from the wounded animal, and drawing his pistols, prepared to sell his hfe dearly. " You are a prisoner, sir," called out the sergeant, as with fearless step he marched towards him. " Another pace nearer, and I'll send a bullet through you," said Mark ; you may have my corpse for your booty, but you'll never lay hands on me living.'* " Don't fire, don't fire, men," cried a voice, as the officer rode up at the speed of his horse, and then throwing himself from the saddle^ commanded the men to fall back. With looks of astonishment and even of anger, the dragoons retired, while the captain sheathing his sword, approached Mark. " Thank heaven, Mr. O'Donoghue, you have not fired at my men." " Am I your prisoner, Captain Travers," said Mark , replacing his weapon. " No, far from it ; it was to serve you I accepted the command of 396 THE o'bonoghue. this party. I knew of the plot by which you were threatened — Hema^ worth " " He is gone to his reckoning now," said Mark, who never gave credit to Kerry's story. ** Not dead — you do not mean that V " Even so, sir, but not as I see you suspect." " No matter now," cried Travers, wildly, for a thousand dreadful fears came crowding on his mind ; "you must escape at once; this will be worse than the charge of treason itself. Was there any witness to his death ?" " None," said Mark, for he remembered that Kate was still fainting during the struggle he believed fatal. *' You must escape at once," repeated Travers, for without directly attributing guilt to Mark, he feared the consequence of this dreadful event. " Keep in the rnountain for some little time, and when this mad enterprise has blown over " " The country then sviii be in other hands," interrupted Mark ; — " aye, sir, yo-.i may look and feel incredulous, but the time is perhaps not distant whcr I may be vh]c to return your present courtesy. The French are landing " " They are putting out to sea — ^flying — ^not advancing," said Travers, proudly. *' No, no, you mistake them," said Mark, with a smile of incredulity. ** I heard the guns not a quarter of an hour since — would I had never left them." *' There, take my horse, mount quickly, and make for the Bay, and turn him loose on the shore — reach the fleet if you can — in any case, escape ; there is no time to lose." " And you — how are you to account for this ?" said Mark. '* Will your loyalty stand so severe a trial as that of having assisted a rebel's escape ?" " Leave me to meet my difficulties my own way ; turn your thoughts V) your own — heaven knows, they are enough." The tone he spoke in appealed to Mark's feelings more strongly than 4II he said before, and grasping Travers' hand, he said — " Oh, if I had but had your friendship once, how diff'erent I might «e this day ; and my father too — what is to become of him ?" '* Spare him at least the sorrow of seeing his son arraigned on a .iiarge of treason, if not of worse." Fortunately Mark heard not the last few words, which rather fell iiom Travers inadvertently, and were uttered in a low voice. 1 t^% 'M^ %'■ THE o'donoghue. 397 " There," cried Mark, as the loud report of several guns pealed forth — "they have landed — they will soon be here." As he spoke, a mounted dragoon rode up to Travers, and whispered a few words in his ear. Frederick motioned the man to fall back, and then approaching Mark, said — " I was correct, sir — the French fleet is under weigh — the expedition IS abandoned ; away then before your chance is lost — down to the Bay and get on board ; you will at least find a path where there is glory as well as peril ; there — away." " They cannot have done this," cried Mark, in an agony of passion ; " they would not desert the cause they have fostered, and leave us to our fate here." Mark vaulted on Travers' horse as he said this, all feeling for his own safety merged in his anxiety for the issue of the plot. " Treachery we have had enough of — we may be well spared the curse of cowardice. Good-bye, farewell — few, either friends or foes, have done me the services that you have. If we are to meet again, Travers " "Farewell, farewell," cried Travers; "we shall never meet as enemies," and he hastened from the spot, while Mark bending forward a the saddle, pressed the spurs to his horse, and started. With the speed of one who cared for nothing less than his own safety, Mark urged his horse onward, and deserting the ordinary road, he directed his course to the shore along the base of the mountain — a rough and dangerous path beset with obstacles, and frequently on the very edge of the cliff ; at last he reached the Bay, over which the dark storm was raging in all its violence ; the wind blowing with short and sudden gusts sent the great waves thundering against the rocks, and with fearful roar through the caves and crevices of the coast. Biding madly on till the white foam dashed over him, he turned on every side, expecting to see the boats of the fleet making for the land, but all was dreary and desolate ; he shouted aloud, but his voice was drowned in the uproar of the elements ; and then, but not till then, came over him the aflSiicting dread of desertion. The vivid lightning shot to and fro over the bleak expanse of sea, but not a sail was there — all, all were gone. There was a projecting promontory of rock which, running out to a considerable distance in the Bay, shut out all view beyond it ; the last hope he cherished was, that they might have sought shelter in the bay beneath this, and plunging into the boiling surf, he urged his horse forward — now madly rearing as the strong sea struck him — now buffet- ing the white waves *ith vigorous chest — the noble beast braved the 398 THE 0*DONOGHUE. storm-lashed water, and bore him alternately bounding and swimming, as the tide advanced or receded. The struggle, with all its peril to life, brought back the failing courage to Mark's heart, and he cheered his horse with a cry of triumphant delight, as each great wave passed over them, and still they went on undaunted. It was a short but desperate achievement to round the point of the promontory, where the sea beat with redoubled fury ; but the same daring intrepidity seemed to animate both horse and rider, and after a moment of extreme danger, both gained the beach in safety. At the very same instant that the animal touched the strand, a quick flash broke over the sea, and then came the thundering report of a cannon. This was answered by another further out to sea, and then, a blue light burst forth on high, and threw its lurid glare over the spars and canvas of a large ship — every rope and block, every man and every gun were displayed in the spectral light. It was a grand, but still an appalling sight, to see the huge mass labouring in the sea, and then the next moment to strain the eyes through the black canopy of cloud that closed around her ; for so it was, as the light went out, no trace of the vessel remained, nor \yas there aught to mark the spot she had occupied. From time to time the flash and the report of a gun would show where some ship struggled with the raging sea ; but to Mark all was mystery. He knew not what it might portend, and hesitated between hope and despair, whether these might prove the preparations for dis- embarking, or the last signal before sailing. In the low hut of a fisherman, not far from where he was, a light still twinkled, and thither he hastened : it belonged to the man who had rowed him on board of the frigate, and with whom Kate had spoken in the kitchen. As Mark reached the door, he heard the sound of several voices talking in a low, half-suppressed tone ; pushing open the door, he entered, and found about a dozen fishermen standing over the lifeless body of a man in a French uniform. ** Who is this ? What has happened ?" said Mark, hurriedly. " It's one of the French officers, sir," said Tom McCarthy ; " he came ashore vdth us this morning, and to-night, when it came on to blow, and he saw the signals to sail, he insisted on going on board again, and we did our best for him ; we twice put out, and twice were sent back again ; but the last time we tried, the craft was upset, and the poor fellow could not swim, and we never saw him more, till we found his body on the strand about an hour ago." Mark held the light beside the pale features, and saw that he was a THE o'donoghue. 399 youtli of not more than eighteen years ; there was no distortion what- ever, and the features were calm and tranquil, as if in sleep. " Let us lay him in the earth, boys," said Mark, as his voice trem- bled with emotion ; it is the least we can do to let him sleep in the land he came to save." The men Hfted the body without a word, and, preceded by Mark, who carried a lantern, issued from the hut. A few paces brought them to a little grassy mound, where the cliff, descending between the rocks, preserved its rich verdure untrodden and untouched. *' Here, this will do, boys," said Mark ; " this rock will mark th« spot." The work was soon over, and as the last turf was laid over him, a deafening peal of artillery thundered over the sea, and suddenly, lights shone here and there, through the dark atmosphere. "He has had a soldier's burial,*' said Mark; "may his rest be tranquil. And now" — and his voice assumed a firm and determined tone at th« moment — " and now, who will put me on board of any ship in that fleet ? I have neither gold to offer, nor silver to bribe you. I am poor and powerless, but if the broad lands that were once our own, were mine now, I'd give them all for that one service." "No boat could live ten minutes in that surf; there's a sea running there would swamp a schooner," said an old man, with white hair. "We'd never get outside the breakers yonder," said another. " I think we've had enough of it for one night," muttered a third, with a side-long glance towards the recent grave. " And you," said Mark, turning fixedly round to Tom McCarthy, " what words of comfort have you for me ?" " Faix, that I'm ready and willin' to go with you, divil may care who the other is," said the stout-hearted fellow. " I seen the day you jumped into a boat yourself to take the crew off a wreck below the point there, and I took an oath that night I'd never see you wanting for two hands at an oar as long as I could pull one. The waves that isn't too high for you is not a bit too big for me either." " Well done, Tom," said a powerful looking young fellow beside him, "and I'll be the bow oar for you, an' youll take me." " And here's two more of us," said another, as he held a comrade by the hand, " that will never see ^his honour at a loss, no matter how it blows." The doubt and hesitation which prevailed but a moment before, were at once changed for confidence and resolution, and eight men now hur- ried to the beach to launch the boat, and make ready for the enterprize. 400 THE o'donoghue. " If we could only see a flash, or hear a shot now, we'd know which way to bear down,'* said Tom, as he stood on the shore, with his eyes turned seaward. " There — there goes one !" cried Mark, as a red flame shot forth and glittered for a second over the dark water. "That's the frigate ; she's holding on still by her anchors." " I knew they would not desert us, boys," cried Mark, with wild enthusiasm, for hope gained on him every moment as peril increased. ** Now for it, and all together," said Tom, as he bent forward against the whistling storm, and the craft, as if instinct with life, bounded over the wave, and cleft her way through the boiling surf, while the hardy fishermen strained every nerve, and toiled with all their energy. Mark kneeling in the bow, his eyes strained to catch any signal, seemed per- fectly delirious in the transport of his joy. " Luif her, luff her — here comes a large wave — nobly done, lads — how she mounts the sea — here's another;" but the warning was this time too late, for the wave broke over the boat, and fell in torrents over the crew. With redoubled vigour the stout fellows bent to their work, and once more the boat sped on her course ; while Mark cheered tfeem with a shout heard even above the storm, and with a deep, mellow voice chanted out the rude verses of a song — " The fisherman loves the rippled stream, And the lover the moon-lit sea, But the darkening squall And the sea birds call Are dearer far to me. " To see on the white and crest'd wave The stormy petrel float, And then to look back On the stormy track That glitters behind our boat." ** Avast there. Master Mark, there's wind enough without singing for more," cried one of the fishermen, who, with the superstition of his craft, felt by no means pleased at Mark's ditty ; " and there comes a sea to poop a line of battle-ship," and as he said the words, a wave mountains high rolled past, and left them labouring in the deep trough of the sea ; while the lurid glare of sheet lightning showed all the ships of the fleet, as, with top-sails bent, they stood out to sea. " There they go," said one of the fishermen, " and that's all the good they've done us." THE 0*DONOGHUE. 401 *' Pull hard, boys," cried Mark, passionately, " it may not be yet too late, strain every arm — the fate of our country may rest upon those bending spars — together, men, together ; it is not for life now, it is Ireland is on the struggle :" thus cheering the drooping courage of the men, and eagerly bending his glance towards the sea, his own heart glowed with enthusiasm that made every danger forgotten ; and at last, after an hour of desperate exertion, with strength all but exhausted, and nearly overcome by fatigue, they beheld the dark hull of a large ship looming above them. By firing his pistol, Mark attracted the notice of the watch on deck ; his signal was replied to, and the next moment the boat was alongside, and Mark clambering up the steep side, stood on the quarter-deck. " Will the troops not land," said Mark, as the officers crowded eagerly around him — " is the expedition abandoned V " Don't you think the hurricane might answer the question, young man ?" said a weather-beaten officer, who appeared in command — " or are you so ignorant in naval matters as to suppose that a force could disembark in a gale like this ?" " It might scare a pleasure party," said Mark, rudely, " but for men who have come to give and get hard knocks, methinks this need not disconcert them.'* " And who is to aid us if we land ?" said the first speaker — " what forces are in arms to join us ? — what preparations for ourselves ? — have you a musket, have you a horse, or do you yourself, in your own per- son, represent the alliance we seek for ?" Mark hung down his head abashed and ashamed : too well he knew how treachery had sapped the foundation of the plot ; that, betrayed and abandoned by their chiefs, the people had become either apathetic or terror-stricken, and that, if a blow were to be struck for Irish inde- pendence, it must be by the arm of the stranger. " It is needless to waste words, sir," said the French captain, for such he was ; " the admiral has twice made the signal to stand out to sea. The French Republic will have suffered loss enough in some of the finest ships of her navy, without hazarding fifteen thousand brave fellows upon an exploit so hopeless." " The Captain says truly," interposed another ; " Ireland is not ripe for such an enterprize ; there may be courage enough among jour countrymen, but they know not how to act together. There's no slavery like dissension." " That boat will be swamped," said the officer of the watch, as he pointed to the fishing-craft, which still held on to the leeward of the 2 D 402 THE O'DONOGHtFE. ship J " if you are going back to shore, sir, let me advise you, for your owu sake, and your comrades', too, to lose no time about it." " Far better to come with us," said a powerful looking man in the uniform of an infantry regiment; "the young gentleman seems inclined to see service. ' Ma foi,* we seldom lack an opportunity of showing it." ** I'll never go back," said Mark ; " I have looked at my country for the last time." With many a welcome speech the officers pressed round and grasped his liands, and for a moment all their misfortunes were forgotten in the joy with which they received their new comrade. " "Who will be my banker for some gold," said Mark ; '* those brave fellows have risked their lives for me, and I have nothing but thanks to give them." " Let this go to the expenses of the expedition," said the captain, laughing, as he threw his purse to Mark. The young man leaned over the bulwark, and hailed the boat, and, after a moment of great diffi- culty, one of the fishermen reached the deck. " I wish to bid you good-bye, Tom," said Mark, as he grasped the rough hand in his ; " you are the last thing I shall see of my country ; farewell, then ; but remember, that however deeply wrongs may gall, and injuries oppress you, the glory of resistance is too dearly bought at the cost ' of companionship with the traitor and the coward — good- bye for ever. He pressed the purse into the poor fellow's hand ; nor was it without a struggle he could compel him. to accept it. A few minutes after the boat was cleaving her way through the dark water, her prow turned to the land which Mark had left for ever. Seated on the deck, silent and thoughtful, Mark seemed indifferent to the terrible storm, whose violence increased with every moment, and as the vessel tacked beneath the tall cliffs, when every heart beat anxiously, and every eye was fixed on the stem rocks above them, his glance was calm, and his pulse was tranquil ; he felt as though fate had done her worst, and that the future had no heavier blow in store for him. THE o'donoghue. 403 CHAPTER XLIX. THE END. The storm of that eventful night is treasured among the memories of the peasantry of the south. None Uving had ever witnessed a gale of such violence — none since have seen a hurricane so dreadful and enduring : for miles along the coast the scattered spars and massive timbers told of shipwreck and disasters, while inland, uptorn trees and fallen rocks attested its power. The old castle of Carrig-na-curra did not escape the general calamity ; the massive walls that had resisted for centuries the assaults of war and time, were shaken to their foundations, and one strong, square tower, the ancient keep, was rent by lightning from the battlements to the base, while far and near might be seen fragments of timber, and even of masonry, hurled from their places by the storm. For whole days after the gale abated, the air resounded with an unceasing din — the sound of the distant sea, and the roar of the mountain torrents, as swollen and impetuous they tore along. The devastation thus wide spread, seemed not to have been limited to the mere material world, but to have extended its traces over man : the hurricane was recognized as the interposition of heaven, and the dis- aster of the French fleet looked on as the vengeance of the Almighty. It did not need the superstitious character of the southern peasants' mind to induce this belief : the circumstances in all their detail were too strongly corroborative, not to enforce conviction on sterner imaginations; and the very escape of the French ships from every portion of our channel fleet, which at first was deemed a favour of fortune, was now regarded as pointing out the more signal vengeance of Heaven. Dismay and terror were depicted in every face ; the awful signs of the gale which were seen on every side suggested gloom and dread, and each speculated how far the anger of God might fall upon a guilty nation. There is no reason to doubt the fact, that whatever the ultimate issue of the struggle, the immediate fate of the country was decided on that night. Had the French fleet arrived in full force, and landed the troops, there was neither preparation for resistance, nor means of defence, undertaken by the Government. 404 THE o'donoghue. How far the peasantry might or might not have associated themselves with a cause to which the Romish clergy were then manifestly averse, may be a matter of uncertainty ; hut there are a sufficient number in every land, ?\nd every age, who will join the ranks of battle with no other prospect than the day of pillage and rapine. Such would have flocked around the tricolor in thousands, and meet companions such would have been to that portion of the invading army called the ^'Legion des Francs" — a battalion consisting of liberated felons and galley slaves — the murderers and robbers of France, drilled, armed, and disciplined to carry liberty to Ireland ! With this force, and a company of the " Artillerie Legere," Wolfe Tone proposed to land; and as the expedition had manifestly failed, any further loss would be inconsiderable; and as for the "Legion," he naively remarked, '' the Republic would be well rid of them." Let us, however, turn from this theme, to the characters of our tale, of which a few words only remain to be told. By Terry, who made his escape after being wounded by the dragoons, was the first news brought to Carrig-na-curra of Mark's rencontre with the dragoons ; and while the O'Donoghue and Kate were yet speculating in terror as to the result, a small party of cavalry was seen coming up the causeway at a brisk trot, among whom rode a person in coloured clothes. "It is Mark — my boy is taken !" cried the old man in a burst of agony, and he buried his head in his hands, and sobbed aloud. Kate never spoke, but a sick, cold faintness crept over her, and she stood almost breathless with anxiety. She heard the horses as they drew up at the door, but had not strength to reach the window and look out. The bell was rung violently — every clank sent a pang through her bosom. The door was opened, and now she heard Kerry's voice, but could not distinguish the words. Then there was a noise as of some one dismounting, and the clatter of a sabre was heard along the flagged hall. This ceased, and she could recognize Kerry's step as he came up the corridor to the door of the tower. " Come in," cried she to his summons, but her utmost effort could not make the words audible. " Come in," said she again. Kerry heard it not, but opening the door cautiously, he entered. *''Tis the Captain, Miss Ejite, wants to know if he could see the master." "Yes," said she, in a voice scarcely above a whisper. " Who is with him ? Is there a prisoner there ?" " Faix, there is then ; but Captain Travers will tell you all himself." ** Captain Travers !" cried Kate, a deep flush covering her face. "Yes, madam," said Frederick, as he entered at the same moment, THE o'donoghue. 405 ** I am but too happy to bear pleasant tidings, to think of my want of courtesy in intruding unannounced." "Leave the room — shut the door, Kerry,'* said Kate, as with eyes fixed on Travers she waited for him to continue. " Your cousin is safe. Miss O'Donoghue — he has reached the fleet, and is already on his way to France." ''Thank God!" cried Kate fervently, as she fell upon her uncle's shoulders, and whispered the tidings into his ear. The old man looked up and stared wildly around him. " Where's Mark, my love — where did you say he was ?" "He's safe, uncle — he's on board of a French ship, and bound for France, beyond the reach of danger." " For France ! And has he left me — has he deserted his old father ?" "His life was in peril, sir," whispered Kate, who, stung by the old man's selfishness, spoke almost angrily. " My boy has abandoned me," muttered the O'Donoghue, the one idea, absorbing all others, occupied his mind, and left him deaf to every explanation or remonstrance. "You are right. Miss O'Donoghue," said Travers, gently, "his dan- ger was most imminent — the evidence against him was conclusive and complete ; and although one of the principal witnesses could not have appeared, Lanty Lawler ** "And was he an informer?" " He was, madam ; but amid the mass of treachery he has met a just fate. Barrington, determined to punish the fellow, has come forward, and given himself up ; but with such evidence of the horse-dealer's guilt, that his conviction is certain ; the sums he received from France are all proved under his own hand, and now that Hemsworth is no more, and Lawler's treachery has no patron, his case has little hope. He is at this moment my prisoner ; we took him on the mountain where he had gone with a party to secure Mr. Mark O'Donoghue, for whose capture a large reward was offered." As Kate listened to this recital, delivered in a tone which showed the contempt the speaker entertained for an enterprise undertaken by such actors, her own indignant pride revolted at the baseness of those with whom her couisin was associated. "Yes," said she at length, and speaking unconsciously aloud, "no cause could prosper with supporters like these ; there must be rotten- ness in the confederacy that links such agencies as these together. And had my cousin not one friend ? — was there not one to wring his hand at parting?" said she hurriedly, changing the theme of her thoughts. 406 THE o'donoohue. " There was one," said Travers, modestly ; Mr. O'Donoghue was noble-hearted enough, even in the hour of calamity, to forget an ancient grudge, and to call me his friend. He did more — he wished we had been friends for many a day before." " Would that you had," said Kate, as the tears burst forth, and ran down her cheeks. "And we might have been such," continued Travers, ''had not deceit and malevolence sowed discord between our families. You know not, Miss O'Donoghue, how deeply this treachery worked, and how artfully its plans were conceived. The very hopes whose disappointment has darkened my life, were fed and fostered by him, who knew how little reason I had to indulge them ; forgive me, I pray, if I allude to a sub- ject I ought never to recall. It was Hemsworth persuaded me that my suit would not prove unsuccessful ; it Avas by his advice and counsel I risked the avowal which has cost me the happiness of my future life. 1 will speak of this no more," said Travers, who saw in the deep blush that covered Kate's features, the distress the theme occasioned her. '* It was a selfish thought that prompted me to excuse my hardihood at the cost of your feelings." " I will not let you speak thus, sir," said Kate, in a voice faint from excessive emotion, " there was no such hardihood in one favoured by every gift of fortune stooping to one humble as I am ; but there were disparities wider than those of rank between us, and if I can now see how greatly these were exaggerated by the falsehood and treachery of others, yet I know that our opinions are too wide apart, to make agree- ment aught else than a compromise between us." "Might not time soften, if not obliterate such differences," whis- pered Travers, timidly. " It could not with me," said Kate, resolutely ; " this is the losing side ever, and my nature is a stubborn one — it has no sympathies save with those in misfortune ; but we can be friends/' said she, extending her hand frankly towards him — " friends firm and true, not the less strong in regard, because our affections have not overcome our convic- tions." " Do not speak so decisively. Miss O'Donoghue," said Travers, as his lip trembled with strong emotion ; " even at this moment how much has misrepresentation clouded our knowledge of each other ; let time, I entreat of you, dissipate these false impressions, or give me, at least, the opportunity of becoming more worthy of your esteem." ** While I should become less so," interrupted Kate, rapidly ; " no, no ; my duties are here," and she pointed to the old man, who, with THE o'donoghtje. 407 an expression of stupid fatuity, sat with his hands clasped, and his eyes fixed on vacancy. *' Do not not make me less equal to my task, by calling on me for such a pledge. Besides," added she, with a smile, *' you are too truly English, to suggest a divided allegiance ; we are friends ; but we can never be more." Travers pressed the white hand to his lips without a word, and the moment after his horse was heard descending the causeway, as with desperate speed he hurried from the spot so fatal to all his hopes. Scarcely had Frederick left the castle, when a chaise and four, urged to the utmost speed, dashed up to the door, and Sir Archy, followed by Herbert, jumped out. The old man, travel-stained and splashed, held an open paper in his hand, and cried aloud, as he entered the drawing- room — " He's pardoned, he's pardoned — a free pardon to Mark !" " He's gone, he's away to France," said Kate, as fearing to awaken the O'Donoghue to any exertion of intelHgence, she pointed cautiously towards him. "All the better, my sweet lassie," cried M'Nab, folding her in his arms ; " his arm will not be ths less bold in battle, because no unforgiven treason weighs upon his heart. But my brother, what ails him ? — he does not seem to notice me." "He is ill — my father is ill," said Herbert, with a terrified accent. "He is worse," whispered M'Nab to himself, as passing his hand within the waistcoat, he laid it on his heart. It was so — the courage that withstood every assault of evil fortune — - every calamity which poverty and distress can bring down — failed at last ; — the strong heart was broken — the O'Donoghue was dead. We will once more ask our readers to accompany us to the glen, the scene of our story. It was of an evening, calm and tranquil as that on which our tale opened, on a day in August, in the year 1815, that two travellers, leaving the postillion of their carriage to refresh his horses, advanced alone and on foot for above a mile into this tranquil valley ; the air had all that deathlike stillness so charac- teristic of autumn, while over the mountains and the lake the same rich mellow light was shed. As the travellers proceeded slowly, they stopped from time to time, and gazed on the scene j and, although their looks met, and glance seemed to answer glance, they neither of them spoke : from their appearance, it might have been conjectured 408 THL o'dONOGhTJB. that they were foreigners. The man, bronzed by weather and expo- sure, possessed features which, in all their sternness, were yet eminently handsome : he wore a short thick moustache, but the armless sleeve of his coat, fastened on the bosom, was a sign still more indisputable than even his port and bearing, that he was a soldier. His companion was a lady in the very pride and bloom of beauty, but her dress, more remarkably than his, betrayed the foreigner ; in the rapid look she turned from the bold scenery around them to the face of him at whose side she walked, one might read either a direct appeal to memory, or the expression of wonder and admiration of the spot. Too much engrossed by his own thoughts, or too deeply occupied by the scene before him, the man moved on, until at last he came in front of a low ruined wall, beneath a tall and overhanging cliff. He stopped for some seconds, and gazed at this with such intentness as prevented him from noticing the figure of a beggar, who, in all the semblance of extreme poverty, sat crouching among the ruins. She was an old, or at least seemed a very old woman — her hair, un- covered by cap or hood, was white as snow, but her features still preserved an expression of quick intelligence, as, lifting her head from the attitude of moping thought, she fixed her eyes stedfastly on the travellers. " Give her something, ' mon cher,' " said the lady to her companion in French ; but the request was twice made before he seemed conscious of it. The woman, meanwhile, sat still, and neither made any demand for charity, or any appeal to their compassion. "This is Glenflesk, my good woman," said he &t length, with the intonation of a foreign accent on the words. The woman nodded assentingly, but made no reply. " Whose estate is all this here ?" said he, pointing with his hand to either side of the valley. " Sorra one o' me knows whose it is," said the woman, in a voice of evident displeasure. " When I was a child it was the O'Donoghues', but they are dead and gone now — I don't know whose it is." " And the O'Donoghues are dead and gone, you say ? What became of the last of them ? — what was his fate ?" " Is it the one that turned Protestant you mean ?" said the woman, as an expression of fiendish malignity shot beneath her dark brows : ** he was the only one that ever prospered, because he was a heretic, maybe." " But how did he prosper ?" said the stranger. •* Didn't he marry the daughter of the rich EngUshman, that lived ^^^-y^^y^^^^yj^r^/y. ^./, ryy> . M^6(/^//c __ ^^^/^^^/;::^y^/^^/^^//;^:. THE o'DONOGtIUE. 409 there beyant ? and wasn't he a member of ParUmint ? and sure they tell me that he went out beyond the says to be a Judge somewhere in foreign parts — in India, I believe." " And who hves in the old castle of the family 1" " The crows and the owls lives in it now," said the woman, with grating laugh — " the same way as the weasels and the rats burrow in my own little place here. Ay, you may stare and wonder, but here, where you see me sit, among these old stones and black timbers, was my own comfortable home — the house I was born and reared in — and the hearth I sat by when I was a child." The man whispered a few words to his companion in a deep, lo\» voice — she started, and was about to speak, when he stopped her, saying, "Nay, nay, it is better noti*' then, turning to the woman, asked, "And were there, then, no others, whose fortunes you re- member ?" " It is httle worth while remembering them," said the crone, whose own misfortunes shed bitterness over all the memory of others. " There was an old Scotchman that lived there long after the others were gone, and when the niece went back to the nunnery in France he staid there still alone by himself. The people used to see him settling the room, and putting books here, and papers there, and making all ready agin she came back — and that's the way he spent his time to the day of his death. Don't cry, my lady ; he was a hard-hearted old man, and it isn't eyes like yours should ween tears for him ; if you want to pity any one, ^pity the poor, that's nouseiess and friendless.' " " And the Lodge," said the strang-er — »' is not that the name they gave the pretty house beside the lake T" "'Tisn't a pretty house now, then,'* said the hag, laughing. "It's a ruin like the rest." " How is that ? — does the EngUshman never 6ome to it ?" "Why should he come to it? Sure it's in law ever since that black-hearted villain Hemsworth was killed — nobody kno\fs who owns it, and they say it will never be found out ; but," said she, rising, and gathering her cloak around her as she prepared to move away — "there's neither luck nor grace upon the spot. God Almighty made it beautiful and lovely to look upon, but man and man's wickedness brought a curse down upon it." The man drew his purse forth, and, while endeavouring to take some pieces of money from it by the aid of his single remaining hand, she turned abruptly about, and, staring him stedfastly in the face, said — 2 e 410 THE o'dONOGHUE. /I'll not take your money — ^"tisn't money will serve me idow— them that's poor themselves will never see me in want." ** Stop a moment/' said the stranger, " I have a claim on you." "That you haven't," wid the woman, sternly — ** I know you well, ^lark O'Donoghue — ay, and your wife. Miss Kate there ; but it isn't fly a purse full of gold you'll ever make up for desarting the cause of ould Ireland." *' Don't be angry with her," whispered a low mild voice behind. He turned, and saw a very old man dressed in black, and with all the semblance of a priest. "Don't be angry with her, sir; poor Mary's senses are often wandering ; and," added he with a sigh, "she has met sore trials, and may well be pardoned, if, in the bitter- ness of her grief, sit looks at the world with little favour or forgive- ness. She has mistaken you for another, and hence the source of her anger." THE. END. m;:..> xmdB ■ .•