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THE DUEL.
Synopsis. Roturnlnu homo after
day's shooting. Dyck Calhoun,
titled young Irish Rentlcmnn of tho
Urn of the I'roiuh and American
revolution, meets Sholla Llyn, nov
' nteon-ycar-old girl vlaltlnB In tho
neighborhood They nro mutually
jittrucUxl. Sheila nover know her
dissipated father, Krrls Boyne, hor
mother having divorced him and
resumed her maiden niuno, Headl
ine home, Dyck flndo Icoiiard Hal
low, eon of Lord Mallow, with a
message from tho attorney (,'cneral
summoning Miles Calhoun, Dyck's
father, to Dublin. Dyck and lila
father go.
CHAPTER III Continued.)
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no day Errln Boyno said to Dyck:
Thcro'B a supper tonight nt tho
Breakneck club. Conic nlong mill linvo
a skinful. You'll meet people worth
knowing."
"Tho. Breakneck club Isn't a good
name for a first-class Institution," re
marked Dyck, with n pause mid a
laugh; "but I'll come If you'll fetch
me."
Krris Boyne, who was eighteen years
older than Dyck, laughed, flicked a
little pinch of snuff nt his nose with
Mb finger.
"Dear lad, of course I'll conio and
fetch you," he said. "There's many u
man has done worse than lead n gay
tripling like you Into pleasant ways.
Bring along any loose change you have,
for It may bo a night of night. It's
tho best place to come to ever n'n hon
est man had."
"Are they all tho right sort?" asked
Dyck, with a little touch of malice. "I
mean, are they loyal and true?"
Brris Boyno laid a hand on Dyck's
arm.
"Uorao and find out. Do you think
I'd lead you Into bad company? Of
course Emmet and Wolfe Tono won't
ba there, nor any of thnt lot; but
thero'll bo some men of tho right
stamp." llo watched Dyck carefully
out of tho corner of IiIb eye. "It's
funny," ho added, "thnt tn Ireland the
word loynl means being true to the
Union Jack, standing by King George
and his crowd."
"Well, what would you hnvo?" said
Dyck. "For this is a day and ngo when
being loyal to tho king Is more than
aught else In all tho'lrish world. Wo'ro
never two days, alike, we Irish. There
aro the United Irishmen and tho De
fenders ou one side, and tho Peep-o'-Day
Boys, or Orangemen, on tho other
.Catholic and Protestant, at each oth
r' throats. Then there's n hand thrust
In, and up goes the sword, and tho
rifles, pike and bayonets j and thoso
that wero ready to mutilate or kill
each other fn)l Into each other's arms."
Erria Boyno laughed. "Well, thero'll
bo an end to that. Tlio Irish parlia
ment is slipping Into disrepute. It
wouldn't surprlso me If tho nstulo Eng
lish bribe thorn into a union, to tho
ruin of Irish Independence. Yet may
be, beforo that comes, tho French will
haro a try for power hero." Ho came
"a step nearer, his volco lowered a little.
"Hare you beard tho latest news from
Franco? Thoy'ro coming with a good
sized fleet down to the south coast.
lluve you heard it?"
"Oh, there's plenty ono hears one
docan't bellevo Is gospel," answered
Dyck, his eyes half closing. "I'm not
believing all 1 hear, as if it was a
prayer-meeting. Anything may happen
hero; Ireland's a wonmn very uncer
tain." Dyck flicked home dust from his
waistcoat, and dropped his eyes, be
cause ho was thinking of two women
ho had known; one of them an angel
now In company of her sister angels
his mother; the other n girl ho had met
on tho hills of Connomnrn, a wonder
fully pretty girl of seventeen. How
"bhould he know that the girl was Errls
Boyno's duughter? although there
were times when some gesture of
Boyne, some quick look, soino lifting
of the eyebrows, brought back tho
memory of Shelln Llyn, as it did now.
Since Dyck left his old home he had
uccn her twice; once at I.oylnnd tow
ers, und once at her home In Limerick.
B'ho time he had spent with her had
been very brief, but full of life, Inter
est and character, Whether at I.oy
lnnd towers, or at her mother's house
In Limerick, there was no touch of for
wardness in her, or In anything she
said or dl. She was the most natural
being, tho freest from utTectutlnn, he
had ever known.
As Errls Boyne talked to him, the
memory of Sheila flooded his mind, and
on tho Hood his sehses swum like
awuns. Ho had not her careful com
posure. He was Just as real, but he
bad the wilfulness of man. She Influ
enced him an no woman had over yet
dono; but he saw no happy ending to
tho dreara. He was too poor to marry ;
he had trade or profession; his
father's affairs wero In a bad way.
Ho did not know that Errls Boyne
-tfs'et to capture him for Hie. rebel
' cause. How could ho know that Boyno
waa an agent of tl most evil forces in
Ireland tn agent of skill and address
' ywpoaaesslny, with tho face of a Celtic
yeet and the ye of nu atwassln?
Boyse's ohjwt was to bring about
tfie downfall if Dyck Calhoun -thnt
tok kl downfab us a patriot. At tho
EFENS
By GILBERT PARKER
Breakneck club this bad business be
gan. It was hero thnt Dyck again
met that tall, ascetic messenger from
the attorney general, who had brought
the message to Miles Cnlhoun. It; was
with this Inan Leonard Mallow, eldest
son of Lord Mallow that Dyck, with
three others, played cards one nfter
noon. The Instinctive antipathy which had
marked their first Introduction was car
ried on to this later meeting. Dyck
distrusted Mnllow, nnd allowed his dis
trust exercise. It was unfortunate
that Mallow won from him three
fourths of tho money he had brought
to the club, nnd won it with a smile
not easy to forgive.
Dyck had at last secured a real suc
cess In n scheme of his carda when
Mallow asked with n sneer:
"Did you learn that at your homo
In heaven?"
"Don't they tench It where you llvo
In hell?" was Dyck's reply.
At this Mallow flicked Dyck across
the faco with his handkerchief.
"That's what they teach where I be
long." "Well, It's easy to learn, and we'll do
tho sum at any time or place you
please." After a moment Dyck con
tinued "I wouldn't make a fuss over it.
Let's finish the game. There's no good
prnnclng till tho sport's ready; so I'll
sit nnd learn more of what they teach
In boll I"
Dyck had been drinking, or ho would
not have spoken so; nnd when ho was
drunk daring was strong In him. He
hnted profoundly this man so self
satlsllcd and satanlc.
Ho kept a perfect coolness, however.
Leonard Mallow should not see thnt
lie was upset. Ills wanton wordiness
enmo to his rescue, nnd until tho end
of tho game ho played with sang-froid,
(lnrlng and skill. He loved cards; he
loved the strifo of skill against skill,
of trick against trick, of ho ml against
hand. Lie had never fought a duel In
his life, but ho hnd no fear of doing so.
At longUi, having won back nearly
nil he had lost, he roso to his 'feet and
looked round.
'"Is there nnyone hero from whom I
can ask n favor?"
Several stepped forward. Dyck
npddod. Ono of them he know. It was
Sir Almeric Foyle.
"Thank you, Sir Almeric," he said;
"thank you. Shall it bo swords or pis
tols?" he asked his enemy coolly.
"Swords, If you plcnsc," remarked
Mallow grimly, for ho had a gift with
tho sword.
Dyck nodded again.
"An you will. As you will I"
Never in all Ireland's years had she
a .more beautiful day thnn that In
which Dyck Calhoun and tho Hon.
Leonard Mallow mot to settle their ac
count in a secluded corner of Phoenix
park. It was not tho usual placo for
duels. Tho seconds had taken caro to
keep tho locale from tho knowledgo of
the public ; especially us many who had
come to know of tho event nt tho
Breakneck club wero eager to bo pres
ent. Tho affair began an hour after sun
rise. Neither Dyck nor Leonard Mal
low slept.nt homo tho night beforo, hut
in separate taverns near Phoenix park.
Mallow came almost Jauntily to tho
"Swords, If You Please," Responded
Mallow, Grimly.
obscurw spot. Both men hud sensitive
ness, nnd both entorcd tho grounds
with a eertnhi thrill of pleasuro soften
ing tho acerbity of tho moment.
Dyck moved and spoke like a man
chained with some fluid which had ab
stracted him from life's monotonous
routine. He had to consider tho chance
of never leaving the grounds alive ; yet
as ho entered tho plnce, where smooth
grass between tho trees made good
footing for the work to he done, the
thrill of the greenery, tho sound of tho
birds, the flick of a llr.urd across the
path, and tho distant gay leap of a
oung deer, brought to hi" senses n
gust of Joyous feollng. He wns notnor
mul; lit- was submergod. Ho was in
the grvnt, consuming atmosphere of
the bljtgcr wwld and the greater life.
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Ho even did not hato Mallow at the
moment. The thing about to be done
was to him a test of manhood. It wns
a call upon the courage of the soul, a
challenge of life, strength and will.
As Mallow entered the grounds, tho
thought of Sheila Llyn crossed Dyck's
mind, nnd the mentnl sight of her
gladdened the eyes of his soul. For
ono brief Instnnt he stood lost In the
mind's look; then ho stepped forward,
saluted, shook hands with Mallow,
and doffed his coat and waistcoat.
As he did so, he was conscious of n
curious coldness, even of dampness, In
the hand which hnd shaken thnt of
MaJlow. Mallow's hand had a clammy
(ouch clammy, but firm and sure.
There was no tremor In the long, thin
lingers nor at tho lips tho thin, as
cetic lips, ns of a secret service man
but In his eyes was n dark lire of
purpose. Tho morning had touched
him, but not as It had thrown over
Dyck Its mnntle of pence. Mallow nlso
had enjoyed the smell and feeling of
It all, but with this difference It had
filled him with such material Joy that
ho could not bear the thought of leav
ing it. It gave him strength of will,
which would ndd security to his nrm
and wrist.
Dyck had learned swordsmanship
with ns skilled a master as Ireland
had known, and he had shown, In get
ling knowledge of the wenpon, a nat
ural Instinct and a cnpaclty worthy of
the highest purpose. He had handled
the sword since ho was six, and his
play was better than that of most
men; hut this was, In fact, his first
real duel. Many times, of course, In
tho process of his training, ho had
fought ns men fight In duels, but with
this difference thnt now he was per
mitted to djsnblo or kill his' foe.
Physically, there was not a vast
deal to choose between tho two men.
Mnllow was lank and tall, nervously
self-contuined, finely concentrated,
and vigorous. Dyck was broad of
shoulder, well set up, muscular, nnd
with n steadier eye than thnt of his
foe. Also, as tho combat developed,
it was clear that he had a hand ns
steady as his eye. What was more,
his wrist had superb strength nnd
flexibility; It was ns enduring nnd
vital as tho forefoot and nnklo of n
tiger. As n pair they wero certainly
notnble, nnd would give a good ac
count of themselves.
The two men fighting had almost
the air of gladiators. Their coats
were off, and tho white Irnen of their
shirts looked gracious; while tho up
raised left hand of the fighters bal
ancing the sword-thrust and the
weight of tho body had an almost sin
gular beauty. Of the two, Dyck was
the more graceful, the steadier, the
quicker In his motions, nis momen
tary vision of Sheila Llyn remained
with him not as n vision, rather as
n warmth In his Inmost being, some-
L thing which mndo him Intensely nlcrt,
rneerrui, oennnr., exactly bkiiiiui.
Ho had need of all his skill, for
Mnllow was sot to win the fight. lie
felt instinctively what was working
In Dyck's mind. He hnd fought a
number of duols, nnd with a certain
trick or art he hud given the end to
tho lives of sovcral. lie becamo con
sclous, however, that Dyck had a par
ticular stroke In mind, which he him
self was preventing by masterful
methods. It might bo one thing or an
other, but In view of Dyck's training
It would perhaps be the Enniscorthy
touch.
Again nnd nguln Dyck pressed his
antagonist backwurd, seeking to mud
dle his defense nnd to clear an open
ing for his own deadly stroke ; but the
other man also" was a master, nnd
parried successfully.
Presently, with a quick move, Mnl
low took the offensive, and tried to
unsettle Dyck's poise nnd dlsorganlzo
his battle-plan. For an lnstunt the
tempestuous notion, the brilliant,
swift play of tho sword, the quivering
flippancy of the steeJ, gave Dyck that
which almost disconcerted him. Yet
he had a grip of himself, and was for
tunate to preserve his defense lntuct ;
though ouco Ida enemy's steel cnught
his loft shoulder, waking It bleed. The
seconds, however, decided that tho
thrust; was not serious, und made no
nttempt to interrupt tlw combat.
Dyck's tactics changed. Once again
ho became aggressive, and he drove
his foe to a point where the skill of
both men was tried to the uttermost.
It was clear tho time had come for
something definite. Suddenly Dyck
threw himself back with on agile step,
lunged slightly to one side, and then
in a gallant foray got tho steel point
Into tho sword-arm of his enemy. That
was tho Enniscorthy stroke, which
had been taught him by William
Tandy, tho expert swordsman, nnd
had been made famous by Lord Well
ing of Enniscorthy. It succeeded, nnd
it gavo'Dyck tho vl"Ury, for Mallow's
Bword uropped trom lus hand, lie
clasped tho wounded nrnrwlth his left
hand ns tho surgeon came forward.
"Well, you got It home," ho said to
Iek; "and It's doftly done."
"I did my best," answered Dyck.
"Ulvc mo your hand, If you Will."
With n wry look Mallow, nAw seat
ed on tho old stump of a tree, hftjd out
his left hand. It wus covered wHU
blood
Author of
"The Seats of the Mighty"
"The Right of Way"
"I think we'll have to forego that
courtesy, Calhoun," he said. "Look
at tho state of my hnndl It's good
blood," ho added grimly. "It's d d
good blood, but but It won't do, you
see."
' "I'm glnd It wns no worse," said
Dyck, not touching the bloody hnnd.
"It's a clean thrust, and you'll bo bet
ter from It soon. These great men!"
ho smiled toward the surgeons "will
soon put you right. I got my chnnce
with the stroke, and took It, becnuse I
knew If I didn't you'd have me pres
ently." "You'll have a great reputation In
Dublin town now, nnd you'll deserve
It," Mallow added adroitly, the great
pnleness of his features, however,
made ghastly by the hatred In his
eyes.
Dyck did not see this look, but lfe
felt n note of malice a distant note
In Mnllow's voice. Ho saw that
what Mallow had said was fresh evi
dence of the mnn's nrrogant character.
It did not offend him, however, for ho
was victor, nnd could enter the Brenk
ncck club or Dublin society with a
tranquil eye.
Agnln Mnllow's voice was heard.
"I'd have seen you d d to h 11,
Calhoun, beforo I'd have apologized
nt the Breakneck clnb; but nfter n
The Time Had Ceme for Somethlnfli
Definite.
fight with one of the best swordsmen
In Ireland I've learned a lot, nnd I'll
apologize now completely.
Tho surgeon had bound up the
slight wound In Dyck's shoulder, had
stopped the bleeding, and was now
helping him on with his coat. The op
eration had not been without pain,
but this demonstration from his foe
was too much for him. It drove the
look of pain from his face; it brought
a smllo to his lips. He came a step
nenrcr.
"I'm as obliged to you as If you'd
paid for my board and lodging, Mnl
low," ho said; "and that's saying n
good deal In these days. I'll never
have n bigger fight. You're n greater
swordsman than your reputation. I
must hnvo provoked you beyond rea
son," ho went on gallantly. "I rhink
we'd better forget the whole thing."
"I'm n loyalist," Mallow replied.
"I'm n loyalist and If you're one, too,
what renson should there bo for our
not being friends?"
A black cloud flooded Cnlhoun's
fnce.
"If If I'm a loyalist, you say 1 Have
you any doubt of It? If von have "
"You wish your sword had gone
Into my henrt Instead of my arm, eh?"
Interrupted Mallow. "How easily I
am misunderstood! I meant nothing
by thnt 'If" He smiled, and the
smile hnd n touch of wickedness. "I
meant nothing hy It nothing nt all.
As wo are both loyalists, we must be
friends. Good-by, Calhoun 1"
Dyck's' face cleared very slowly.
Mnllow wns maddening, but the look
of the face was not that of a foe.
"Welt, lot us be friends," Dyck an
swered with a cordial smile. "Good
by," he added. "I'm d d sorry wo
had to fight nt all. Good-by !"
CHAPTER IV.
The Killing of Errls Boyne.
"There's mnny a government has
made a moss of tilings In Ireland,"
said Errls Boyno; "but since tho day
of Cromwell tho Accursed this Is tho
worst. Is thoro a man In Ireland
thnt believes In It, or trusts It? There
nra men that support It, that aro
served by it, that fill their pockots
out of it; but by Joseph and by Mary,
there's nono thinks thero couldn't bo
a better I Have a Httlo moro marsala,
Calhoun?"
With these words, Boyno filled up
the long glnss out f whtch Dyck Cal
houn had been drinking drinking too
much. Shortly boforo, Dyck had lost
all his cash at tho cartl-tnblo. Ho Imd
turned from it -penniless and dlscom
tited to see Boyno, smiling, and ny
with wine. In front of him.
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"Come with me," said he. "There's
no luck for you at tho tables today.
Let's go where we can forget the
world, where we enn lift the banner
of freedom nnd beat the drums of pur
pose. Come nlong, lad!"
The time wns critical for Dyck
critical and dangerous. Ho hnd lost
money heavily; he hnd even exhaust
ed his mother's legacy. Of late ho
had seen little of his father, and the
little he hnd seen was not fortunate.
They had quarreled over Dyck's way
ward doings. lie hnd nngercd his fa
ther terribly, and Miles, In a burst of
temper, hnd disclosed the fnct that
his own property was In peril. They
had been estranged ever since; but
the time had come when Dyck must
nt least secure the credit of his fa
ther's name at his bank to find the
menns of living.
It wns with this staring him In the
face that Errls Boyne's compnny
Feemcd to offer at least a recovery of
his good spirits. Dublin knew little of
Boyne's present domestic life. It did
not know that ho had Injured his sec
ond wife us bndly ns he had wronged
his first with this difference, how
ever, thnt his first wife wns a lady,
while his second wife, Noreen, wns a
beautiful, quick-tempered, lovable,
clghteen-ycnr-old girl, a graduate of
tho kitchen and dnlry, when he took
her to himself. He hnd married her
In n mad moment nfter his first wife
Mrs. Llyn, ns she was now called
had divorced him; and nfter the first
thrill of married life wns over, noth
ing remained with Boyne except re
gret thnt he had sold his freedom for
what ho might, perhaps, have had
without marriage.
Then began a process of domestic
torture which nllcnnted Noreen from
him, nnd roused In her the worst pns
slons of human nnturo. She came to
know of his Infidelities, and they mad
dened her. They hnd no children, nnd
In tho end ho hnd threntened her with
desertion. When she hnd retorted In
strong words, he slnpped her face, and
left her with an ugly smile.
Of visitors they had few, If any, nnd
the young wife was left alone to brood
upon her wrongs. Errls Boyne hnd
slapped her face on the morning of
the day when he met Dyck Calhoun In
the hour of his bad lack. He did not
see the look In her fnce ns he left the
house.
Ruthless as he was, he realized, the
time had come when by bold effort he
might get young Calhoun wholly Into
his power. Ho began by getting Dyck
Into the street. Then he took him by
an Indirect route to what was, re
putedly, a tavern of consequence. Out
wnrdly It was a tavern of the old
clnss, superficially sedate, nnd called
the narp and Crown. None save a
very few conspirators knew how great
a part It played In tho plnn to brenk
the government of Ireland and to ruin
England's position In the lnnd.
The entrance wns by two doors
ono tho ordinary public entrance, tho
other nt the side of the house, which
wns on n corner. This could be
opened by n skeleton key owned by
Errls Boyno.
He nnd Dyck entered, however, by
the general entrance, because Boyne
hnd forgotten his key. They passed
through tlie bar-parlor, nodding to one
or two hnbltues, and presently were
bestowed In a room, not large, but
well furnished.
They played cards, and Dyck won.
no won five times what he had lost
at the club. m Tills made him compan
ionable. "It's a poor buslnesi-MVirds," he
snld at last. "It puts one up In the
clouds nnd down In the ditch nil nt
the same time. I tell you this, Bone
I'm going- to stop. No man ought to
piny cards who, hasn't a fortune ; nnd
my fortune, I'm sorry to say, Is onlj
my fnceP no laughed bitterly.
"And your sword you've forgotten
that, Calhoun. You've a lot of luck In
your sword."
"Well, I've made no money out of
It so- far," Dyck retorted cynlcnlly.
"Yet you've put men with reputa
tions out of the running, men like
Mnllow. Try n little more of this
marsala, Culhoun. It's the best In the
place, and It's got a lot of good stuff.
I've been coming to the Hnrp and
Crown for mnny years, and I've never
had a hnd drink all that time. Tho
old landlord Is a genius. Ho doesnt
put on airs. He's a good mnn, Is old
Swlnton, nnd there's nothing good in
the drink of Franco thnt you enn't get
hero.1
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"Well, If thnt's true, how does It
happen?" asked Dyck, with R little
flash of interest. "It means a lot of
trouble, eh?"
"It menns some trouble. But let me
tell you" ho leanod over the table
and laid n hand on Dyck's, which was
a little nervous "let mo speak as an
old friend to you, If I may. Here are
tho facts. For many a year, you know
as well as I do, ships have been com
ing from France to Ireland with the
very best wines nnd liquors, and tak
ing back the very best wool smug
gled, of course. Well, our little land
lord bore Is tho d dost regno of nil
Tho customs never touch him. Fm-n
the const tho stuff comes up to DM
i liu without a check, tud, as he'u i.
special favorite, he get tiw W.i to b
had in In belle France."
"Why Is he such a favorite?" asked
Dyck.
Errls Boyne lnughed, not loudly, but
suggestively.
"When a lady kisses a mnn on tlm
lips, of her own free will, nml puts
her nrm around his neck, Is it done, do
you think, because It's her duty to do
It or dlo? No, it's because she like
the man; because the man la n good
friend to her; becnuse It's money In
her pocket. Thnt's the case with old Jk
Swlnton. France kisses him, ns it Vv
were, beouuse" he pnused, ns though
debnting what io say "becausa
France knows he'd rather bo under
her own revolutionary government
thnn under the monarchy of Englnnd."
Ills voice hnd resonance, nnd, ns ha
snld these words, It hnd insistence.
"Do you know, Cnlhoun, I think old
Swlnton Is right. We suffer here be
enuso monnrchy, with its cruel hnnd
of Iron, mistreats us, brutalizes us."
He did not see enlightenment comn
Into the hnlf-drunkcn eyes of Dyck,
He only realized that Dyck was very
still, and strangely, deeply Interested.
"I tell you, Cnlhoun, we need In Ire
land something of tho spirit Unit's
nllve In Franco todny. They've clenned
out the kings Louis and Marie's
bends have dropped Into the basket.
They're sweeping the dirt out of
France; they're cleaning the dark
places; they'ro whitewashing Ver
sailles nnd sawdustlng the Tullerles;
they're stnrtlng for tho world n refor
mntlon which will mnko It clean. Not
America alone, but Englnnd, nnd nil
Europe, will become republics."
"Englnnd?" asked Dyck In n low,
penetrating voice.
"Aye, Englnnd, through Ireland. Ire
lnnd will come first, then Wnles, Scot
Innd nnd Englnnd. Dear lad, the great
day Is come the greatest the world
hns ever known. France, the spirit of
It, Is nllve. It will purge nnd clennso
the universe!"
The suspicious, nlert look pnssed
from Dyck's eyes, but his fnce had be
come flushed, no reached out nnd
poured himself nnother glass of wine.
"Whnt you say may be true, Boyne.
It mny be true, but I wouldn't put
faith in It not for one Icy minute. I
don't wnnt to see here In Irelnnd tho
horrors nnd savagery of France. I
don't wnnt to sec the guillotine up on
St. Stephen's green."
Boyne felt that he must march care
fully. He was sure of his game ; but
there were difficulties, and he must
not throw his chances away.
"Well, I'll tell you, Calhoun. I don't
know which Is worse Ireland bloody
with shootings nnd hangings, Ulster
up In the north nnd Cork In the south,
from the GInnt's enusewny to Tralee;
no two sets of feet dancing alike, with
the bloody hnnd of Englnnd stretching
out over the Irish parliament like
death Itself; or Franco ruling us. How
docs the English government TIvc here?
Only by brlhcry nnd purchases. It
buys Its way. Isn't thnt true?"
Dyck nodded.
"Yes, it's true in a way,' hr replied.
"It's so, because we're what we are.
We've never been properly put in our
places. Tlie heel on our necks thnt's
the way to do It." ,
Boyne looked at tho flushed, angry
face. In spite of Dyck's words, ho
felt that his medicine was working
well.
"Listen to me. Cnlhoun," he snld
softly. "You've got to do something.
You're living an ldlo life. You're In
debt. There are but two courses open
to you. One Is to join the British
forces to be n lieutenant, n enptnin,
a mnjor, n colonel, or n 'general. In
time; to shoot and cut nnd hnng and
qunrtcr, and rule with a heavy rod.
That's one wny."
"So you think I'm fit for nothing
but tho sword, eh?" nsked Dyck wijh
irony. "You think I've got no brains
for anything except the army."
Boyne lnughed.
"Hnve nnother drink, Cnlhoun." no
poured out more wine. "Oh, no, not
the army alone; there's the navy
nnd there's tho French nnvy! It's the
best navy in tlie world, the freest nnd
the grcntest, and with -Bonnpnrte go
ing at us, Englnnd will have enongh
to do too much, I'm thinking. So
there's n career In the French navy
open. And listen before you nnd t
are two months older, the French
navy will be In the hnrbors of Ire
land, nnd tho French nrmy will lnnd
here." Ho reached ont and graspei
Dyck's nrm. "There's no liberty of
freedom under the Union Jnck. What
do you think of the tricolor? It's a
great flng, and under It the world Ii
going to be ruled Englnnd, Spain,
Itnly, Hollnnd, Prussia, Austria nnd
Russia all of them. The time Is ripe.
You've got your chance. Take It on,
dear lad, take It on!"
Dyck dm" not raise his head. He
was leaning forward with both arnn
on tho table, supporting himself firm
ly; his head was bowed as though
with deep Interest In whnt Boyne said
And. Indeed, his Interest was grent
so great that all his manhood, vigor,
all his citizenship, were vliully nllve.
Yet ho did not lift his head.
Dyclc U charged with tha
murder of Eerrit Boyne, Sim
la's r'ath-rr.
(TO BE CONTINUED.;
Disposing of the Dta-d.
. Cremation wns common in ancient
days among the Greeks nnd Unmans,
the funeral pyre marking the final dls
appenrnnco of mnny heroes. Cortnln
tribes of American Indians wrapped th
bodies of their dead nnd fastened them
In cradles on the brunches of living
trees. But burial remains the com
mon nnd perhaps pcrwanoat custoc
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