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BOOK II
CHAPTER VIII.
Dyck Cillww Enters the World Again.
"Is It near the timer asked Michael
Cooes cf his friend, nt they flood In
front of the prison.
Il'.t companion, who wai seated on a
etoue, wrapped In dark-green cover
fnf, faded and worn, and looking
pinched with cold In the dour Novem
ber day. said, without lifting his head:
"Seven minutes, an' hell b out
God bless him P
"And save him and protect hlrnP
aid Michael "He deserved punish
vent no more thun 1 did, and It's
broke him. I've seen the gray gather
t his temples, thouch he's only been
In prison four years. He was con
demned to eight, but they've let him
free. I don't know why. lYrhaps It
was because of what be told, the gov
ernment about the French navy. I've
seen the Joy of life sob Itself down to
Ibe sour earth. When I took hltn the
news of his father's death, and told
him the creditors were swallowing
what was left of Ilaymore, what do
yon think he didT
Old Christopher Dogan smiled; his
eyes twinkled with a mirth which had
more pain thun gaiety.
"God love you, I know what he did.
He flung out his bands and suM. 'Let
It go! It's nothing to me." Michael
have I Mid true?"
Michael nodded.
"Almost his very words you've used,
and he flung out his hands as you
aid."
"Aye, he'll be changed; but they've
kept the clothes he had when he went
to prison and he'll come out In them,
Tin thinking "
"Ah, no!" Interrupted Michael
That can't be, for his clothes was
dole. Only a week ago he sent to me
for a suit of my own. I wouldn't have
blm wear my clothes he a gentle
man ! It wasn't fitting. So I sent him
suit I bought from a shop, but he
wouldn't have it He would leave
prison a poor man, as a peasant In
peasant's clothes. So he wrote to me.
Here W the letter." He drew from hi
nocket a sheet of paper, and spread
It out. "See read It Ah, well, never
mind." he added, as old Christopher
hor.k his head. "Never wind. I'll
read It to you!" Thereupon he rend
the note, and added: "We'll see him
f the Calhouns risln' high boyant .
poverty and misfortune some day." j
Old Christopher nodded.
Tm glad Miles Calhoun was burled
00 the hilltop above liayttiore. He
tad his day; he lived his life. Things
went wrong with him, and he paid the
price we oil must pay for work ill
done." "There you're right Christopher
Dogan, and I remember the day the
downfall began. It wns when him
that's now Lord Mallow, governor of
Jamaica, came to summon Culhoun to
Dublin. Tilings were uever the same
after that; but I well remember one
talk I had with Miles Calhoun Just be
fore his death: 'Michael, he said to
me, my family have bad many ups
and downs, and some that bear my
same have been In prison before this,
but never for killing a man rat of
fair light.' 'One of your name mar
be In prism, sir,' said I. 'but not for
kill:'? man out of fair fight. If
yon believe he did, there's no death
bad enough for youf He was silent
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Tell him that as a Oslhoia 1 love
him, and as his father 1 love him ten
times more. For. look you. Michael,
though we never ran together, but
quarrtled and tot-k our on paths, yet
we are bvth Calhouns, and my heart
la warm to h!:a. If my son were a
thousand times a criminal, neerJe
less 1 would ache to take him by the
hand.'"
-Hush! Loi at the prlsiw gatt,"
said his companlun and stood up.
As the gates of the prison otened.
the sun broke through the clouds and
gave a brilliant phase to the scvoe.
Out of the gatea there came alowly.
yet firmly, dressed In peasant dotbet,
the stalwart but faded figure of Dyck
Calhoun.
Terribly changed he was. Ue had
entered prison with the Bush upon bis
cheek, the tilt of young manhood In
his eyes, with balr black and hand
slender, and handsome. There
do look of youth in Ms face now. It
was the face of a middle-aged roan
from which the dew of youth had van
ished. Into which life's storms had
come and gone. Though the body was
held erect, yet the head was thrust
slightly forward, and the heavy eye
brows were like a penthouse. The
eyes were slightly feverish, and round
the mouth there crept a smile, half
cynical, but little happy. All fresh
ness was gone from his hands. One
hung at his side, listless, corded; the
other doffed bis hat In reply to the
salute of his two humble friends.
As the gates closed behind him he
looked gravely at the two men, who
were standing not a foot apart. iVre
swept slowly Into his eyes enlarging,
brightening them, the glamor of the
Celtic soul. Of all Ireland, or all who
had ever known him. these two were
the oniy ones welcoming him Into the
world again!
Mithti.il Clones, with his oval red
face, big nose, steely eyes and stead
fast bearing, had In him the sou! of
gr-!.t kings. His hat was set Cmily
on his bead. Ills knee breeches were
neat, if coarse; his stockings were
clean. His feet were well shod, his
emit worn, and he had still the look
that belongs to the well-to-do peas
ant. He was a figure of courage and
endurance.
Dyek's hand went out to hltn and
a warm finlle crept to his lips.
"Michael ever-faithful Michael !"
A moisture came to Michael's eyes,
ne did not steak as, with a look of
"Michael Ever-Faithful Michasll"
gratitude, he clasped the hand Dyck
offered him.
I'resently Dyck turned to old Chris
topher with a kindly laugh. (
"Well, old friend! You, tto, come
to see the stag set loose again? You're
not many, that's sure." A grim, hard
look cnine Into his face, but both hands
went out and caught the old man's
shoulders affectionately. "This Is no
day for you to be waiting at prison's
gates, Christopher; but there are two
men who believe In me two In all
the 'world. It Isn't the killing." he
added after a moment's silence "It
lsn he killing that hurts so. If It's
true that I klUed Erris Boyne, what
hurts most Is the reason why I killed
him."
"One way or another does It matter
nowT asked Christopher gently.
"It Is that yon think nothing mat
ters since rve paid the price, sunk
myself In shame, lost my friends and
come out with not a penny leftT
asked Dyck. "Bat yes," be added
with a smile, wry and twisted. "Yes,
I have a little left!"
He drew from his noctet four smaU
pieces of gold, and gawd Ironically a't
them In bis palm.
Inok at them!" Ha held out his
band, so that the two men could see
the little coins. "Those were taken
from me when I entered prison.
Tli'-y've been In the bands of the head
of the Jail ever since. They give them
to me now all that's left of what I
ns."
"No, not all, sir," "declared Mlchaet.
"There's something left from Ilay
more there's ninety poonK and It's
In my pocket It was got from. the
Rule of your sporting kit. There was
the boat upon the lake, the gun and all
kinds of riffraff stuff Dot sold with
Pluyniore."
Dyck nodded snd smiled. ,
"Good Michael r ,
Then he drew himself op stiffly and
Mew In and oat his breath as If with
tbe Joy cf living. For four bard years
he ri' wen denied the free air of
free men. Evea when walklag In
the prison yard, on cold or fair days.
when rre atr as Uke a knife or whem
It had the sua of summer In It, It still
had seemed to Chute him.
In iirison be bad read, thought and
j worked much. They bad at least done
that for him. The attorney general
! had given him freedom to wk with
! his bands and to slave In the work
shop like "lie whose living depended
on It Some philanthropic otltclal
Lad started the Idea of a. workshop.
and the oKiclals bad given the best of
the prionera a chance to learn trade
and make a little money beforo they
wiit out Into the world. All that
Dvck had earned went to purchase
things he needed, and to help hla fel
low prisoners or their families.
Where was he nowt The gap be
tween the old life of nonchalance, frl
volltv. fantasy and eicltement was
as great as that between heaven and
bell. Here he was, after four years
f prison, walking the highway with
two of the hun. blest creatures of Ire
land, and yet, as his soul said, two of
the best
Stalking along In thought, he sod
denly U-eame conscious thut Michael
and Christopher had fallen behind.
He turned round.
"Come on. Come on with me."
But the two shook their heada.
"It's not fitting, you a Calhoun
riaymore P Christopher answered.
"Well. then, listen to me," said
Dyck, for he saw the men could not
bear his new democracy. "I'm hun-
i fry. in lour years l naven i nau
meal that came from the right place
or went to the rik'ht spot. Is the lit
tle tavern, the Hen and Chicken, on
the Llffevsltle. still going? I mean
the place where the seamen and the
merchant-ship officers visit
Michael nodded.
"Well, look you, Michael get you
both there, and order me as good
meal of fish and chops and baked
pudding as can be bought for money
Ave, and I'll have a bottle of red
French wine and you two will have
what you like best. Mark me, we'll
sit together then-, for we're one of a
kind. I've got to tnke to a life that
fits me. an ex-Jalll Ird. a man that's
been In prison fur killing!"
There's the king's army." said
Michael. They make good otllcers In
It."
A strange, half-sore smile came to
Pyck's thin Hps.
"Michael," said he, "give up these
vain Illusions. I was eoudemned for
kllllns a man not In fair fight I can't
enter the army as an officer, and you
should know It The king himself
could set me up again; but the dis
tance between him and me Is ten times
round the world and back again! No.
my friends, what Is In my mind now
la that I'm hungry. For four years
I've eaten the bread of prison, anil
It's soured my mouth and galled my
belly. Uo you to that Inn and make
ready a goiM meal."
The two men started to lenve, hot
old Christopher turned round and
stretched a hand up and out
"Son of Ireland, bright and black
and black and bright may be the pic
ture of your life, but I see for you
brightness and sweet faces, and music
and song. It's not Irish music, and It's
not Irish song, but the soul of the
thing Is Irish. Grim things await you,
hut you will conquer where the eagle
swnys to the shore, where the white
mist flees from the hills, where heroes
meet, where the hand of Moyra stirs
the blue and the witches flee from the
voire of God. There Is honor coming
to you In the world."
Having said his say. with band out
stretched, having thrilled .the air with
the voice of one who had the smil of
a prophet, the old man turned. With
head bent forward, he shuffled away
with Michael Clones along the stony
street.
Dyck watched them g his heart
beating hard, his spirit overwhelmed.
It was not far he walked, yet every
footstep had a history. Now and
again he met people who knew him.
Some bowed a little too profoundly,
some nodded; but not one stopped to
speak to htm, though a few among
them were people he had known well
In days gone by. Was It the clothes
be wore, or was It that bis star bad
sunk so low that none could keep It
company? He laughed to himself In
scorn.
At the door of the Inn e sniffed
the dinner Michael bad ordered.
"Man alive!" he said as be entered
the place and saw the two men with
their hands against the bright fire.
"There's only one way to live, snd
that's the way I'm going to try."
"Well, you'll not try It alone, sir, It
yon please," said Michael. "I'll be
with you. If I may."
"And I'll bless you as you go," said
Christopher Dogan.
CHAPTER IX.
Whither Now?
, England was lo a state of unrest.
She bail, as yet, been none too suc
cessful In the war with France. From
the king's castle to the poorest slum
In Seven Dials there was a temper
bordering on despair. Ministries came
and went; statesmen rose arid fell.
The army was Indifferently recruited
and badly paid! England's battles
were fought by men of whom many
were only mercenaries, with no stake
In England's rise or falL
The admiralty pursued Its course of
seizing men of the mercantile marine,
taking them aboard ships, keeping
them away for months from the har
bors of the kingdom, and then, when
their ships returned, denying them thi
right of visiting their homes. . The
prrs-gatga did not confine their ac
tivities to the men of the mercantile
msrlne. from the strwt after dusk
they 3hf and' brought In. often af
ter Ul-trearment, torn from the!r wives
and sweethearts,, knocked ti tl.l bead
for resisting, tradesmen wit bl
nessea. young men studying for pro
fessions. Idlers, debtors, out-of-work
nn. The marvel Is that the British
fl.vts fought as well as tl.ey did.
IVverty and sorrow, loss and be
reavement, were In every street
peeid mournfully out of every win
dow, lurked at street cormsrs. From
all parts of the world adventurers
came to ivnew their fortunes in the
turmoil of London, and every street
was a kaleldosc;e of faces and
clothes and colors, not British, not
patriot, cot national
Among these outlanders were Dyck
Olhoun and Michael Clones. They
bad left Ireland together in the late
autumn, leaving behind them the stir
rings of the coming revolution and
plunging Into another revolt which
wss to prove, the test and trial of
English character.
Dyck had left Ireland with ninety
pound In his pocket and many tons'
weight of misery In his heart. In his
bones he felt tragedies on foot In
Ireland which concession and good
government could not prevent He
hsd fled from It all. When he set his
face to Holyhead, he felt that he would
never live In Ireland again. Yet his
courage was Ann as he made his way
to London, with Michael Clones
faithful, devoted, a friend and yet a
servant, treated Uke a comrade, yet
always with a little dominance.
The Journey to London had been
without event, yet as the coach rolled
throurh country where frost silvered
the trees; where. In the eurly morn
ing, the grass was shining with new;
where the everlasting green hedges and
the red roofs of villages made a pic
ture which pleased the eye and stirred
the soul. Dyck Calhoun kept wonder
In whnt would be his future. He
had no profession, no trade, no skill
except with his sword; and as lie
neared London , town when t!iy left
lleiidon he sawhe smoke rising In
the early winter morning and the busi
ness of life spread out before him,
brave t:n'd buoyant. .
As from the heights of Hampsfend
he looli'.l down on the multitudinous
area called London, sometmng
throbbed at his heart which seemed
like hope; for what lie saw was in
deed Inspiring. When, at last, In the
Edgwiire road, he drew near to living
London, he turned to Michael Clones
and said:
"Michael, my lad, I think perhaps
we'll find a footing here!"
So thev reached London and quar
tered tliemseves there in simple lodg
ings In Stdio. Dyck walked the streets,
and now and then he paid a visit to
the barracks where soldiers were, to
satisfy Uie thought thnt perhaps In
the life of the common somier ne
might, after all. find his future. It
was. however, borne In upon him by
a chance remark of Michael one day
"I'm not young enough to be a recruit
and you wouldirt go alone without me.
would vou?" that this wny to a live
lihood was not open to b!in.
His faithful companions remarK
hud fixed Dick's mind against enter
ing the army, and then, toward the
end of the winter, a fnteful thing hap
pened. Ills purse containing what was
left of the ninety pounds two-fifths
of it disappeared. It had been stolen,
and In Ul (ho bitter days to come,
when poverty and misery ground
them down, no hint of the thief, no
sign of the robber wns ever revealed.
Then, at last, n day when n letter
came from Irelnnd. It wns from the
firm in which Bryan Llyn of Vlrglifla
had been Interested, for the letter had
been sent to their care, and Dyck had
given them his address In London on
this verv chance. It reached Dyck's
hand on the day after the Inst penny
bad been paid out for their lotigings
and thev faced the streets penniless.
footlless one was going to say friend
less. The handwriting was that ot
Phella Llyn.
At a street corner, by a chemists
shon where a red light burned. Dyck
oiieiied and read the letter. This Is
that Sheila bad written to him:
My Dear Friend:
"The time is near (I understand by
i late letter to my mother from an
pfficlnl) when yon will be freed from
prison and will face the world again.
hove not written vou since your trial.
but I hava never forgotten and never
shall. I have been forbidden to write
to rou or think of roo. but I will take
my own way about yon. I have known
all that has happened since we ten
Ireland, through the letters my mother
has received. I know that riaymore
as been sold, and I am sorry.
"Now that your day of release Is
near, and yott art to be again a free
man, have you decided snout your re
hire? Is It to be In Ireland? No, I
think not Ireland Is do place for a
sane and level man to fight nis ngvi
for honor, fame and name. I bear that
things are worse there In every way
than they have been In our lifetime.
'After what has happened la any
case, It Is not a field that offers yea a
chance. Listen to me. Ireland ana
England s re not the only places In the
world. My uncle came here to Vir
ginia a poof man. He la now Immense
ly rich. He bad little to begin wnn.
cot he was young like you Indeed.
little older than yoo wnen ne nrst
came. He Invested wisely, woriec
hravelv. and his wealth grew fast No
man needs a fortune to start the busi
ness of life In this country. He can
get plenty or Jana ror aimosi uouims,
he ran get credit for planting snd fur-
Ishlng his land, and, If he has friends.
the credit Is sure.
"All America Is ready for tne likes
of ytiu. Thing It over, and mean-
hlle please know there has been
placed with the firm lo Dublin money
enough to bring yoo here with com
m. Tju must not refuse it ia
tt as a twin, for I knot you win
uka It as n gift.
1 de not know the story of tie kin
esg, even as It wss tcld la court Well,
some ene killed the man, but not yoo,
and the truth will come out In time.
U one should coiue to me out of the
courts of heaven and say that there It
waa declared you w ere a rogue, I
Uioutd say heaven was no place for
oie. No, of ooe tldng I am sure you
never killed an undefended man. Way
ward, wanton, reckless, dissipated you
may have been, but you were never
depraved never I
"When you are free, lift np your
shoulders to all the threats of time,
then go straight to the old firm where
the money la, draw It take ship and
come here. If you let me know you
ire cooing, I will be there to meet
you when you step ashore, to give you
a firm hand-clasp; to tell you that la
this land there Is a good place for you.
It you wUl win It
"I beg you take ship tor the Virginia
coast Enter upon the new lite here
with faith and courage. Have no fear.
Heaven that has thus far helped yoa
will guide you to the end.
"I write without my mother's per
mission, but my uncle knows, and
though he dors not approve, heroes
not condemn.
"Once more good-by, my dear friend,
and God be with you. ,
"SHEILA LLYN.
"P. R. I wonder where you will
read thla letter. I hope It will find
you before your release. Hease re
member that she who writes It sum
mons you from the dnrkness where you
are. to light and freedom here."
Slowly Dyck folded up the letter,
when he bed read It, and put It In bla
pocket. Then he turned with pale
face and gaunt look to Michael Clones.
"Michael." said he, "that letter la
from a lady. It comes from ber new
home In Virginia."
Jiidniel nodded.
"Ay, aye. 'sir, I understand you."
he said. "Then she doesn't know the
truth about her father?"
Dyck sighed heavily.
"No, Michael, she doesn't know the
truth."
"I don't believe It would mnke any ,
difference to ber If she did know j
"It would make all the difference to
me, Michael. She says she wishes ,
to help me. She tells me that money s
been sent to the big firm In Dubllu
money to take me across the sea to
Virginia."
Michael's fuce clouded.
"Yes air. To Virginia and what
then?"
"Michael, we haven't a penny In
the world, you and L but If I took one
farthing ot that money I should hope
you would kill ate. I'm hungry ; we've
bad nothing to eat since yesterday;
but If I could put my hands upon, that
money here and now I wouldn't touch
It Michael, It looks as If we shall
have to take to the trade of the foot
pad." (To be continued.)
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