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Weyman., CHAPTER X—Continued. Colonel John recognized the weakness ftf his position. Before him the young men were live to one, with old Sir Don ny and Timothy Burke In the rear. On his flank the help which Ullck might give was discounted by the move Cam mock had made. He saw that he could do no more at present. Suddenly as the storm had blown up, he knew that he was dealing with desperate men, who from this day onward would act with their necks in a noose, and whom his word might send to the scaffold. They had but to denounce him to the rabble who waited outside, and, besides the bishop, one only there, as he believed, would have Influence to save him. Colonel John had confronted danger many times; to confront It had been his trade. And It was with coolness and a clear perception of the position that he turned to Flavla. "I will give up my sword,’’ he said, "but to my cousin only. This Is her house, and ] yield myself”—with a smile and a bow —"her prisoner." Before they knew what ha would he at he stepped forwnrd and tendered his hilt to the girl, who took it with flaccid fingers. “I am In your hands now," he said, fixing his eyes on hers and endeavoring to convey his mean ing to her. For surely, with such a face, she must have, with all her reck lessness, some womanliness, some ten derness of feeling In her. "Hang your Impudence!” The Me Murrough cried. "A truce, a truce,” the bishop Inter posed. "We are all agreed that Colonel 3ullivan knows too much to go free. He must be secured," he continued smoothly, “for his own sake. Will two 3f these gentlemen see him to his room, and see also that his servant is placed under guard In another room?" "But,” the colonel objected, looking it Flavla, "my cousin will surely al low me to give” "She will bo guided by us In this,” the bishop rejoined with asperity. "Let what I have suld bo done." Flavla, very pale, holding the col jnel's sword us If It might sting her, lid not speak. Colonel Sullivan, after i moment’s hesitation, followed one of !he O'Belrnes from the room, the other Bringing up the rear. When the door had closed upon '.hem, Flavla’s was not the only pale face In the room. The scene had Brought homo to more than one the !act that here was an end of peace and aw and a beginning of violence and •ebelllon. The majority, secretly un »asy, put on a reckless air to cover ;heir apprehensions. The bishop and I’ammock, though they saw themselves n a fair way to do what they had come 10 do, looked thoughtful. Only Flavla, ihaklng off the remembrance of Col >nel John’s face and Colonel John’s ex istence, closed her grip upon his sword, ind in the ardor of her patriotism saw with her mind’s eye, not victory nor euuMUSHitflHMVHiriHnii Milll11BUIlMil' e? “The girl's right,” Uncle Uliek eaid, “and we'll be rid of him." “We'll be rid of him without that.” The McMurrough muttered. “I am fearing, Mr. Sullivan," the bishop said, “that it Is not quite un derstood by all that we are embarked upon a matter of life and death. We cannot let bagatelles stand in the way. The sloop and her cargo can be made good to her owners at another time. For your relative and his servant" “The shortest way with them!" some one cried. “That’s the best and surest!” "For them," the bishop continued, silencing the Interruption by a look, “we must not forget that some days must pass before we can hope to get our people together. During the in terval we lie at the mercy of an In former, Your own people you know, but the same cannot be said of this gentleman—who has very fixed ideas —and his servant. Our lives and the lives of others are in their hands, and It Is of the last Importance that they be kept secure and silent.” “Ay, silent's the word," Cammock growled. “There could be no better place than one of the towers," The McMurrough suggested, “for keeping them safe, be dad!" "And why’ll they be safer there than In the house?" Uncle Ulick asked su perstltlously. He looked from one speaker to another with a baffled face, trying to read their minds. Ha was sure that they meant more than they said. "Oh, for the good reason!” the young man returned contemptuously. "Isn’t all the world passing the door upstairs? And what more easy than to open It?” Camrnock’s eyes met the bishop's. “The tower’ll be best," he said. “Draw off the people, and let them be taken there and a guard set. We've matters of more Importunes to discuss now. This gathering tomorrow, to raise the country—what's the time fixed for it?" But Flavia, who had listened with a face of perplexity, interposed. “Still, he is my prisoner, is he not?” she said wistfully. “And if I answer for him?" “By your leave, ma’am," Cammock replied, with decision, “one word. Wom en to women’s work! I’ll let no woman weave a halter for me!” The room echoed low applause. And Flavia was silent. CHAPTER XI. A MESSAGE FOR THE YOUNG MASTER. James McMurrough cared little for his country and nothing for his faith. He cared only for himself, and but for the resentment which the provisions of his grandfather’s will had bred in him, he would have seen the Irish race in purgatory, and the Roman faith in a worse place, before he would have risked a finger to right the one or re store the other. - It Was a Heavy Tramping on the Stairs that Awakened Them. acclaiming thousands, but the scaffold, and a death for her country. Sweet It seemed to her to die for the cause, for the faith, to die for Ireland. True, her country, her Ireland, was but this little corner of Kerry beaten by the Atlantic storms and sad with the wailing cries of seagulls. But if she knew no more of Ireland than this, phe had read her story; and naught is more true than that the land the most downtrodden is also the best be loved. Wrongs beget a passion of af fection, and from oppression springs sacrifice. This daughter of the wide- , swept Bhore, of the misty hills and fairy glens, whose life from infancy had been bare and rugged and solitary, and become, for that reason, a dreamer of dreams and a worshipper of tho ideal Ireland, her country, her faith. The salt breeze that lashed her cheeks and tore at her hair, the peat creek and the soft shadows of the bogland —ay. and many an hour of lonely com inunlng—had filled her breast with such care as Impels rather to suffering and to sacrifice than to enjoyment. For one moment she had recoiled before the shock of impending vio lence. But that had passed; now her one thought, as she stood with dla lated eyes, unconsciously clutching the colonel's sword, was that the time was tome, the thing was begun—henceforth she belonged not to herself, but to Ire land and to God. Deep in such thoughts the girl was not aware that the others had got to gether and were discussing the col onel's fate until mention was made of the Frencii sloop and of Captain Au gustin. “Faith, and let him go in that!" she heard Uncle Ullck urging. “D’ye hear me. your reverence? 'Twill be a week before they land him, and the fire we’ll be lighting will be no secret at all at all by then." "May be, Mr. Sullivan.” the Bishop rented—“may be. But we cannot spare the sloop.” “No, we'll not spare her!" The Mo Murrough chimed in. “She’s heels to her, and it's a godsend she’ll be to us if things go 111." “An addition to our fleet, anyway," Cammoek said. “We'd be mad to let her go—Just to make a man safe; we can make safe a deal cheaper!” Flavia propped the sword carefully in an angle of the hearth, and moved forward. “But I do uot understand.” she said timidly. "We have agreed that the sloop and the cargo were to go free If Colonel Sullivan—but you know!” she added, breaking off and addressing her brother. "It is dreaming you are?” he re torted/ contemptuously. “Is it we'll be taking note of that now?” "It was a debt of honor," she said. Once embarked, however, on the en terprise, vanity swept him onward. The night which followed Colonel Sulli van’s arrest was a night long remem bered at Morristown—a night to up lift the sanguine and to kindle the short sighted, nor was It a wonder that the young chief—as he strode among his admiring tenants, his presence greeted with Irish acclamations and his skirts kissed by devoted kernes— sniffed the pleasing Incense and trod the ground to the measure of Imagined music. The triumph that was never to bo Intoxicated him. His people had kindled a huge bon fire in the middle of the forecourt, and beside this he extended a gracious wel come to a crowd of strong tenants. A second fire, for the comfort of the baser sort, had been kindled outside the gates, and was the center of mer riment less restrained, while a third, which served as a beacon to the valley and u proclamation of what was being done, glowed on the platform before the ruined tower at the head of the lake. From this last the red flumes streamed far across the water, and now revealed a belated boat shooting from the shadow, now a troop of coun trymen, who, led by their priest, came limping along the lakeside, ostensibly to join In the services of the morrow, but In reality to hear something and to do something toward freeing old Ire land and shaking off the grip of the cursed Saxon. In the more settled parts of the land such a summons as had brounght them from their rude shielings among the hills would have passed for a durk Jest. But In this remote spot the notion of overthrowing the hated power by means of a few score pikes did not seem pre posterous, either to these poor folk or to their betters. Cammock, of course, knew the truth, and the bishop. But the native gentry saw nothing hopeless In the plan. The plan was first to fall upon Tralee In combination with a couple of sloops said to be ly ing In Galway bay, and afterward to surprise Kenmarc. Masters of these places, they proposed to raise the old standard, to call Connaught to their aid, to cry a crusade. And faith, as Sir Donny said, before the Castle tyrants could open their eyes or raise their heads from the pillow they'd be see ing themselves driven Into the salt ocean! So, while the house walls gave hack the ruddy glare of the torches and the barefooted, bareheaded, laughing col leens dnrnped the thatch, and men con fessed hi one corner and kissed their girls in another, and the smiths In a third wrought hard at the pike heads— so the struggle depicted itself to more than one!’ And all the time Cammock arid the Bishop walked lh the dark In the I garden, a little apart from the turmoil, I and, wrapped In their cloaks, talked In low voices, debating much of Sicily and I Naples and the Cardinal and the Medi i terranean fleet, and at times laughing 1 at some court story. But they said, strange to tell, no word of Tralee or of I Kenmare, or of Dublin Castle, or even of Connaught. They were no visionar ies. They had to do with greater things than these, and In doing them knew that they must spend to gain. The lives of a few score peasants, the ruin of half a dozen hamlets, what were these be side the diversion of a single squadron from the great pitched fight, already i foreseen, where the excess of one bat tleship might win an empire and its absence might ruin nations? And one other man, and one only, because his life had been passed on their wider plane, and he could Judge of the relative value of Connaught and Kent, divined the trend of their thoughts and understood the delibera tion with which they prepared to sacri fice their pawns. Colonel Sullivan sat in the upper room of one of the two towers that flanked the entrance to the forecourt. Bale was with him, and the two, with the door doubly locked upon them and guarded by a sentry whose crooning they could hear, shared such comfort as a pitcher of water and a gloomy outlook afforded. The darkness hid the medley of odds and ends which littered their prison; but the Inner of the two slit-like windows that lighted the room admitted a thin shaft of firelight that, dancing among the uncovered rafters, told of the orgy below. Bale, staring morosely at the crowd about the fire crouched In the splay of the window, while the Colonel, In the same position at the other window, gazed with feel ings not more cheerful on the dark lake. He was concerned for himself and his companion. But he was more gravely concerned for those whose advocate he had made himself—for the ignorant cot ters in their lowly hovels, the women, the children, upon whom the Inevitable punishment would fall. He doubted, now that it was too late, the wsdom of the course he had taken; and, blaming himself for precipitation, he fancied that If he had acted with a little more guile, a little less haste, his remon strance might have had greater weight. William Bale, as was natural, thought more of his own position. “May the lira burn them!” he muttered, his Ire excited by some pranks of the party below. "The Turks were polite beside these barefoot devils!” “You'd have said the other thing at Bender,” the Colonel answered, turning his head. itvjjiui, JJtUtJ IflUJ lieu, i* man never knows when he is well off.” His master laughed. "I'd have you apply that now,” he said. “So I would if it weren’t that I’ve a kind of a scunner at those black bog boles,” Bale said. "To be planted head first’s no proper end of a man, to my thinking, and if there’s not something of the kind in these ragamuffins’ minds I'm precious mistaken.” ’’Pooh, man, you’re frightening your self," the Colonel answered. But the room was dark and chill, the lake with out lay lonely, and picture where Bale’s words called up was not pleasant to the bravest. "It’s a civilized land, aad they’d not think of it!” “There’s one, and that’s the young lady’s brother,” Bale answered darkly, “would not pull us out by the feet! I’ll swear to that. Your honor’s too much in his way, if what they say in the house is true.” “Pooh!” the Colonel answered again. “We’re of one blood.” “Cain and Abel,” Bale said. “There’s example for it.” And he chuckled. The Colonel scolded him anew. But having done so he could not shake oft the impression which the man’s words had made on him. While he lived he was a constant and an irritating check upon James McMurrough. If the young man saw a chance of getting rid of that check, was he one to put it from him? Colonel John’s face grew long as he pondered the question; he had seen enough of James to feel considerable doubt about the answer. The fire on the height above the lake had died down, the one on the strand was a bed of red ashes. The lake lay buried in darkness, from which at intervals the cry of an owl as it moused aloog the sore rose mournfully. But Colonel John was not one to give way to fears that might be baseless. "Let us sleep,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He lay down where he was. pillowing his head on a fishing net. Bale said nothing, but examined the door before he stretched himself across the threshold. Half an hour after dawn they were roused. It was a heavy tramping on the stairs that awakened them. The door was quickly unlocked, it was thrown open, and the hairy face of O’Sullivan Og. who held it wide, looked in. Behind him were two of the boys with pikes—frowsy, savage, repellent figures, with drugget coats tied by the sleeves about their necks. "You’ll be coming with us, Colonel, no less,” Og said. Colonel John looked at him. "Whither, my man?” he asked cooly. He and Bare had got to their feet at the flrs< alarm. (Continued Next Week) First Actor—I say. Friend l>e Ham: Second Actor—Yes. Friend De Shy? First Actor—Wouldn't it be great 11 could only eat all the roasts we getl A Song of Life. Praised be the lips of the morn ; For their musical message of light. For their bird-chanted burden of song. | Praised bo the young earth reborn For Its freshness and glory t^nd might And the thoughts of high, solemn delight, That a flash of its purity throng. Praised be the lips of the day For their clarion call to the field i Where the battle of life must be fought, j Praised be the (Ire of the fray ! Where the soul Is refined and annealed, 1 And the spirit heroic revealed, t And pure gold from the bar-* substance* wrought. Praised be the lips of the night For theJr murmurous message of rest, ; For their lullaby, motherly eweet, 1 Praised be the%dreams of delight, i Whit* tired life is asleep in Jove’s nest, J And In harmony tender and blest Heaven’s calm and earth’s loveliest meet —Israel ZaugwilL SUFFRAGET BURNS POLLING OFFICERS WITH DEADLY ACID Leader of Movement Says Government’s Policy Drives Women to Crimes. London, Oct. 30.—Mr*. Chapin, a suffraget, furnished an early morn ing thrill at the Bermondsey bi-elec tion today when she smashed a bottle containing corrosive acid on a ballot box. Her intention, evidently, was to destroy the ballots in the box as a protest against the exclusion of women from the right of franchise. What she accomplished was the painful burning of some of the election officials and the assurance of her own arrest. Slipping Into one of the booths, where perhaps a thousand ballots had been deposited, Mrs. Chapin drew from un der her cloak a bottle In which Ink had been mixed with corrosrve acid, and before she could be stopped, hurled the bottle upon the box. It broke Into many pieces and the acid splashed upon the election offlcera A number of these were so severely in jured as to require medical attention. Similar Outrage Attempted. About the same time a similar out rage was attempted at another booth by a girl, who wore the suffraget colors. In the latter Instance little damage was done beyond the burning of the finger tips of the election officers who removed the bits of broken glass. So far as could be ascertained none of the acid had reached the ballots. Later, In an Interview, Miss Chrlsta bel Pankliurst, while deploring the wounding of the officials, asserted with much emphasis: It is the government that is respon sible. It Is the government that drives women to these acts.” Violence Prearranged. It appears that today a violence was planned by the Women's Freedom league, the members of which glory in what was done. Members of this same league picketed the house of commons for 15 weeks. The league’s secretary Is Mrs. Edith Martyn. In an Interview following the attack on the ballot boxes, Mrs. Matryn said; “We thought that as Premier As quith had not shown himself amenable to our requests, the time had come to take more active measures. Our plans were thought out most carefully and wo found delight in the opportunity to carry them out on the anniversary of the ‘Grille protest’ in the house of com mons, which was perpetrated by the Women’s Freedom league. "Our object this morning was to in validate tho election. We had various plans and the others would have been tried during the day had this one failed.” On October 23, 1908, a suffraget dem onstration was made in the ladies’ gal leries during a sitting of the house of commons. When attendants sought to employ the galleries they found that two suf frages had firmly chained themselves to the grille or lattice from behind which feminine eyes must view the pro ceedings of the house. For a time the two volunteer prison ers resisted the efforts to remove them. Today's bl-election in the Bermond zey division of Southwark (one of the parliamentary boroughs of London), is of unusual interest and it is expected to afford a good test of the feeling in London and the country generally on the impending struggle in parliament. A strong fight on the budget against tariff reform has been waged in this constitiwncy. The candidates are; Lib eral, S. L. Hughes; unionist, John Dumphreys; labor, Dr. A. Salter. At the last general election the lib erals had a majority of 1,759. JULIA CLARK HALLAM LEADS MILITANT SUFFRAGISTS Bes Moines, la., Oct. 30.—There will be two factions in the state organiza tion of the equal suffragists from this time on, and Mrs. Julia Clark Hallam, of Sioux City, is ready to lead the mili tant branch corresponding to the suf fragets of Great Britain, according to announcement made in the meeting of the equal suffrage association yester day afternoon. Mrs. Hallam will discuss the mili tant side of the question at a meet ing Friday afternoon, this plan grow ing out of the note of warfare sound ed at yesterday's meeting. Although Mrs. Hallam would not state the position she Is to take before the association, it is well known that she will make one of the greatest fights ever made before a state convention for more progressive and militant tac tics. STEAMERlviTH SOLONS ABOARD BREAKS DOWN Little Rock, Ark., Oct. 30.—A special to the Gazette from Helena, Ark., says: Because of a breakdown In the engine room of the steamer Gray Eagle, one of the fleet of boats accompanying President Taft to New Orleans, and the attending danger of the steamer catching fire, the boat was run aground 10 miles north of Helena last night to disembark its distinguished passengers in safety. The breakdown followed the dropping of the grates in the fire room. The passengers, including the governors of several states and other prominent men, boarded other boats of the fleet and the voyage continued, reaching Helena as the president's steamer, the Oleander, was departing. Among those on board the Gray Eagle were Governor Donaghney, of Arkan sas; Governor Shallenberger, of Ne braska; Governor Prouty, of Vermont, and Senator Gore, of Oklahoma. SLAYEROF ITOIS A KOREAN EDITOR Harbin. Manchuria, Oct. 30.—The as sassin of Prince Ito was identified to day as Indian Angan.'a former editor of a newspaper at Seoul. He declared that he was one of an organization of 20 Koreans who had taken an oath that they would kill the Japanese statesman. The assassin used dum-duin bullets, which had been poisoned w'th cyanide. 4 "PROFESSOR” HILL 4 4 HELD FOR MURDER 4 4 Fall River, Mass., Oct. 30.— 4 4 “Professor” Frank Hill, the herb 4 4 doctor of this city, was held 4 4 without bail for the grand jury 4 4 today for the murder of Miss 4 4 Amelia St. Jean, of Woonsocket, 4 4 Rhode Island, whose dismem- 4 4 bered body was fqund along the 4 4 Butgarmarsh road in the adjoin- 4 4 ing town of Tiverton. R. I., two 4 4 weeks ago. 4 4 4 WARNED. Cholly—Tou say she threw you over without any warnlnr? Willy—No; she warned me if I ever came around again, she'd set the doe on me. The Antiquity of Dice. From Harper’s Weekly. Scholars have delved In vain for the origin of dice, which, In various shapes, have been used in forms of worship and religious ceremonies since the dawn of history. Their earlier use was for the forecasting of events and obtaining of divine guidance; their adaptation to a game of chance was, comparatively, quite recent. There Is a surprising number of varie ties of dice, but they may be divided into two general classes. The most familiar form is the cube. With two exceptions—the Korean and Etrusean— cubical dice have the spots so arranged that the six and one, five and two, and three and four are opposite, making the sum of the opposite sides invariably seven. In all ages the number seven has been regarded with particular awe and as having much mystic Import. The dice just described are not only proper to modern Europe and America, but to classical Greece and Rome, an cient Syria, Persia, India, China, Japan, Siam. The other form is the long square prism sometimes found amid prehistoric ruins In Europe and exist ing today in India. A most interesting form is the top or spinning dice with four or bIx sides, 1 which was twirled with the thumb and second finger, of which a specimen was discovered in the remains of Naucratis, a Greek colony of 600 B. C. Two speci mens of dice have been discovered at Babylon. A PESSIMIST. She—Our new minister is always preaching about "HeU.” He—Must be he's married. Six bottles of Danish brandy were discovered in the huge accordion of a wandering minstrel who had regularly traveled between Denmark and Sweden during the Swedish strike, when the sale of alcohol was prohibited. THE DIFFERENCE. Coffee Usually Means Sickness, bat Postum Always Means Health. Those who have never tried the ex periment of leaving off coffee and drinking Postum in its place and in this way regaining health and happi ness can learn much from the experl ence of others who have made tho trial. One who knows says: "I drank cof fee for breakfast every morning until 1 had terrible attacks of indigestion producing daysof discomfortandnighta of sleeplessness. I tried to give up the use of coffee entirely, but found it hard to go from hot coffee to a glass of water. ’.Then I tried Postum. "It was good and the effect was so pleasant that I soon learned to love it and have used it for several years. I improved immediately after I left off coffee and took on Postum and am now entirely cured of my indigestion and other troubles all of which were duo to coffee. I am now well and content ed and all because I changed from cof fee to Postum. ■'Postum is much easier to make right every time than coffee, for it io so even and always reliable. We never use coffee now in our family. We use Postum and are always well." "There's a reason" and it (a proved by trial. Look in pkgs. for a copy 0/ the fa mous little book, "The Road to Well ville." ^ Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.