AUR P ER ANNUM INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. TOW-AJSHDA.: fbursday Morning, February 2, 1859. fkWt lMrj. [From the Knickerbocker Mag Mine.] RICH THOUGH FOOR. BY A. p. r. BAMWLIMI. y„ woJ of laud in all the earth. Xoships upon the sea, Xor treasures rare, nor gems nor gold, IV any keep fot me ; A; yesterday I wrought for bread, So 1 must toil today ; v f! some are not as rich as I, Nor I so jH>or as they. (V yonder tree the sunlight falls, the rot in'.- on the hough - Si!! 1 can hear a merrier note pun he is warbling now ; He's bat an Arab of the sky. Aid never lingers long— oat ikiU o'erruns the live long year With music aud with song. t me gather round me, little one*, And M f sit me down. With shouts of laughter on me place A mimic regal crown : mv childless king, would I accept Your armies and domain, Or e'en yonr crown and never feel The:* tiny hands again ? Here's more than honor in their touch. And Messing unto nte. Taw kingdom unto kingdom joined. Or navies on the sea ; jc greater gilt® to me are brought Thar, -he'a's queen did bring T.i hint who, at Jerusalem, WAS borm to be a king. [,v k at my crown and then at yours 1 Look :n my heart and thine : Kiw do our jewels now compare - The erth'y ana divine ? Hod up your diamonds to the light. Emerald and amethyst, They re nothing to those love-lit eyes, These lips so often kissed ! Ob' noble Roman of them all. That aether, good and wise. Who pemted to her little ones. The jewels of her eyes. Fiur sparkle in my own to-day. To de.k a sinless brow ; K.w grow my riches at the thought Of those in glory now ! Ar, I yet no rood of all the earth, v.- ships upon the sea, N e treasures rare, nor gold, nor gems. Are safely kept for me ; Yet 1 am rick—myself a king And here is my domain. Wl h niv God can Uke away To give me back again 1 .§ c 1 c 111 k fair. (From the Dublin University Magaaiue.) Life aiul Death in Tipperary. A Story Founded on Fact. coxci.cn r.i>. Begone. you shameful wretch ! " he ex haled, wildly. " Disgrace never darkened ' IT father's nauie till it was blackened by you! the place ! Hide your face from all be igin' to ve, YOU ungrateful girl! How dare '; show vourself back here ia this brazen way? well becomes you to have that impudence, v that you've got nowhere else to go, since 'At Ula'guard you wiut off w t d is tuk up for tinier and robbery." Astonished at this reception, ret fully coro wleading what the words of her father meant, V* > endeavored to utter some explanatory RRteoces, but he would not listen to a word Me her. and even her mother called out stern- T i 'Come in. Pat : shut the door, the air's -•via' in cow Id." la in iostaut after the door was banged r M a forte that made the hinges tremble, and Eiserable girl found herself once again wee, standing out in the chill night air. with > r;a pattenug thickly ou her. H-r head - so* j: idv. and jXtacgering a few paces from It u- she would have fallen to the ground, i". a fr.r-ndlv arm been passed round herslMht "s. as the voice of Bet Fagan murmured in Wr for— Never heed, alanah ! yon'll come wid rae " A . else was uiist and confusion. The widow Rtwrted ber to her own dwelling, and there at jr." oo a bed tenderly as she might have i't b*r own child. Oh, poor thing! poor thi ;g ! sure you ' "tfti for your own ruin any way !" -die raur [ u she chafed the girl's hands, and drew * vaw hair fro® her beautiful forehead.— sane nic-cif often thought things 'id come -f f!t! psss? J" Ne! r heard the words, and understood their -THlcatkwi too well. Sne fixed her dark eyes " iti.T oo the widow's face, but could uot ut- word Pride choked ber utterance. The * -'V ciMjticoed to murmar forth sundry other ''>-C-t that * ere passing through ber mud. v vach left the miserable girl without a •' Wt thot -he regarded her as a lost and er 'treature. Bet knew that human nature ?• and asked ia a whisper if she was mar **:o I >2ary and received a decided answer T."!* she oalj shook her head more tijo ever, again marmaring, *" Oh .war tiraj i v to bear this any louger. the girl now sp in an excited manner, aud with a M® 80 ® t-am siffosiug her face, exclaimed in icteau— , Fagan, what d'ye Uke me for 7 Do ' *-y one else thick I was mane cnoogh - Prt 7 Fogarty !* aixcahsaid Bet, soothingly ; ML ■ ~ - ncwPnt care foe what any oat says.' .. - ••.Wild'ut 1 care? exclaimed Nelly . a ' to ujr bat ®r ia-hcr turai mc THE BRADFORD REPORTER. from the house like a mad dog? But y're all mistaken. I never went away willin'. He tuk me away—God sees he did ; au' I uever laid eyes on him since the evenin' he carried me to the mountains. The Lord only knows what tempted him to do the like !" Bet, once more urged the poor girl to calm herself. As she could excuse frailty of one sort so she could that of another ; and it did not surprise her that Nelly should, as she thought, resort to falsehood to screen herself from shame. Therefore she did not press her to give a par ticular account of her late adventures, so firm ly was she convinced that a dark blot, which nothing could remove, rested on her character. Appearances were all against her. No story that she might frame, however plausible, could, in Mrs. Pagan's estimation, and to use her own phrase, " deceive the people out of their seven senses f and when the girl took her by the arm, and solemnly recounted the daring act Fogarty had been guilty of, in carrying her for cibly from the Cappanick hills, and the after eveuts, which the reader already knows, the widow listened incredulously, though kindly, thinking, at the same time, that it would be far better, and more likely to awaken the compas sion of the neighborhood, if Nelly stuck to the truth, and confessed her fault repentantly. As the young girl went on with her narration, she only nodded her head at appropriate periods, and ejaculated now and then. " Dear, dear !" "Is it possible ?*' aud so forth. But it was only when she slyiy observed, "Wasn't it the poor story that you met Fogarty at all that day !" that Nelly suddenly became aware that her words were doubted. Starting up, she ex claimed, " You don't believe me, Bet Fagan— you know you don't !" and Bet, taken very much aback, made as Jesuitical a reply as pos sible, which, might neither offend her poor frieud, or endanger her own knees by one of Father McCabe's peuances for downright lies. Without crediting anything whatever of the story, Mrs. Fagau, nevertheless, remembered every word of it, from beginning to end ; and being much of a gossip, as well as kind heart ed, lost no time in telling it over again to some of her particular friends, and among them to Kitty Dillon. Nelly's sister, who earnestly wish ed it might be true, though she could hardly dare to hope it was. " There's only oue bein* can clear Nellv,'* said Mrs. Fagan, as she spoke upon the subject to Dan Phelan, a neighbor to whom she gen erally applied for advice in time of perplexity; for being, as she often observed, " a loue wo man," she frequently fancied hersel: in want of assistance. Tnis was considered a decided de lusion on her part by the neighbors, who were opinion that she was perfectly capable of man aging the affairs of the whole country, without help from any one. man or woman. There wasn't socb a " stirring woman" for miles around as Bet Fagan : she was the best dan cer and the swiftest walker in the neighbor hood ; she could sit up with the sick night af ter night, without once snatching a wiuk of sleep ; she was the merriest joktr at a w.tke, and the most -killful layer-out of a corpse— an accomplishment much pr.zed in Ireland ; in short, in ail times of need. Bet's presence was very much in demand ; uot a christening, fu ueral or wedding, could be complete without , her : and her largo, good-natured face was of ten the most cheering sight that met the gaze of m:\nv a dying one. So she said to Dan Phe lan, " Ther's only one beiu' that can clear Nel ly. an' that's PetT Fogarty, himself. You see he's in gaol at Conmel. an'maybe if you'd ride over there. Dau, you'd get him to tell the truth to you." " I'm willin*, to do it," replied Phelan. stratching his head, doubtfully ; " but I mis trust. Bet—it'll be of uo use." " Go. any way, whin 1 tell," urged the wid ow ; aud Dan was obliged to say be would. CHAPTER VIII. The idea that hts daughter had the unblush ing effrontery to return to the neighborhood, after her supposed delinquency, struck Pal Dillon, if possible, with greater wrath than he had felt for the last three weeks. The coro jNassion expressed for her by the neighbors, in consideration of her youth and previous good conduct, only hardened his heart, and made him more unlikely to forgive her. He consid ered it a slur cast upon his name, that auy ex cuse could be found to palliate her glaring mis conduct. Far better wouid be have been plea sed, if the country all round 'bad joined con demuing htr supposed guilt as something mon strous and hitherto unheard of. His sons felt equal fury, regarding their sister with that might have honor to Spartans of old ; nor was their mother at all more lenient to wards her unhappy child Kitty, alone, of all the family, experienced anything like compas sion for the disregarded one; but shewas peremp torily ordered n.t to see or speak to her. Nel ly remained under the friendly shelter of Bet Fagan's roof, a prey to the most despairing feelings. There was one person very interest ed in the misfortunes of Uie girl, wao, never theless. spoke but little on the subject This was Denis Ryan. Doabted. despised, as she feit herself to be. Nelly woold rather have suf fered her right Hand to have been lopped off. than deign to ask for an interview with her lover, when he did not seek of it himself, and this Deuis was too proud to do. Uprightand honest, with reputation never blemished. Ryan was yet more cant iocs than generous ; and his affection for Nelly, powerful as it mar have been, was not as powerful as his fear of being the mock and laugti:ng-lock of the country ; and though be heard the account Nelly had given of herself, and was aware that she had always been the most truthful of beings, be held aloof waiting for further evidence in ber faTor. All this may have beee natural and unit-rt . but Nelly felt she would have acted very d fferect towards him As each day pass ed,'she became more hopeless, comprehending uiore and more cieaxlj how d.fficc.t it wocM be for her to dispel the dark dood of shame that rested upon ber. Bet Fagan at .eagth had persuaded ber friend, Daa Phelan, to set out tor Ctoamd. to seek an interview with Fo garty. who uas waiting his tnal at the wi: ;r? for the cmiK of murder Through tin PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY AT TO WAN DA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., BY E. O'MEARA GOODRICH. I! treachery of one of his companions in guilt, he : had been betrayed to the police, who after ! much fruitless searching among the Galtee > mountains, at length captured him near Lim . erick, where he was about to embark tor Amer ica. Upon the evening that he had carried off Nelly Dillon, a hint was given him by a com ; rade that he was to be thus betrayed, and in consequence of this information, he abandoned the usual hiding place resorted to by himself and his lawless companions. Having deposited the senseless form of Nelly in the cave, he found • j it necessary to make bis escape in another di rection with all speed, hoping to evade the po lice as he had often done before. But anima ted by the fiercest feelings of revenge, his pur , suers were determined to hunt to the death, and after some time Fogarty and a few others were made prisoners. Dan Phelan was not exactly the sort of per sou calculated for such a mission as Bet Fa gan despatched him on to the gaol. Peter re eeived him sullenly, and as the poor stupid old man scratched his head, and hemmed and haw ed, ignorant of how he should commence his inquiries, Fogarty maintained a dogged silence, by no means encouraging. At last Dan was necessitated to tuke his departure as wise as he came, with a very unsatisfactory report to bring Mrs. Fagan." Nelly, who had clung to hope that Fogarty might have honesty enough to clear her character, was wofully disappoint ed at the ill success of Phelan's efforts ; the blow fell so heavily upon her that she had be came very ill, and was for many weeks laid up on a sick bed, while Bet Fagau aud her old friend. Norry Croou, nursed her with unwea rying kindness. Father McCabe, the parish priest, was call ed in to see her, and from his manner, and a few words he dropped upon hearing Nelly's confession, Bet felt, at la.-t, almost convinced that she was as innocent as she declared herself to be. " Bedad,*' though she, " I'll thry woonst more again, afore it is too late to get ber righ ted. an' sure if I fail I can't help it ; no one can do more than their best." The assizes had commeuced unusually early this year, and Fogarty was now a condemned crimiual. awaiting the hour of execution in hi? cell. Oue morning Bet set out on foot for Clonmel, withont mentioning the object of In r journey to any one. It was a raw day ; sleet was drifting over the hills and valleys ; laden clouds darkened the sky ; but unswerving from her purpjse the widow heeded uot the weath er. Her short, sturdy figure might have been seen moving steadily along, undaunted by wind or snow. Arrived at the towa. she made her way at once to the gaol, and a.-ked [>ermis-ioii to see Fogarty. After some difficulty it was granted, and >he soon found Lerseif in the pres ence of the coudetnued man. Ever since his capture and conviction, Peter had preserved a most uudauutcd bearing. Tin? tire of his eye stiil burned brightly as ever ; the wild, scorn ful expression of his countenance remained un changed. He tn'ght have stood as a m.xlel for any bandit hero of romance II? had lis tened to his deatl!->enter,ee in court without moving a muscle of his face : yet, trheu Bet Fagan stood before him, his eye quailed, and , for afc* miuutes he appeared struck with deep emotiou " Pety,'' said the widow, kindly, while her voice quivered slightly ; '* it isn't here I ex pected to meet you next, whin we parted after the dance in Tim Scully's bam." He made uo reply,and Mrs. Fagan continued: •' I'm sorry for you, an' that's the truth. Pe ' tjr. There's a world o' trouble kem over the neighborhood since that same night. Poor Nelly Dillon was blight and merry at the dance an' now, sure enough not one 'id think she was I the same colleen ; it's on her account that I'm here to-day, Pety. au' a? ye expect mercy for ycr sow! whin ye lave this world. I'd have yon make ft clean confession of what pa>-ed to make her quit her father's house the way she did. She'ill never hould up her head unless some thing's done to make the couuthry think bct ther of her than they do " *' What do yon want me to do V a-ked Fo garty. gloomily. •" I waut you to tell me, in the name of all that's blessed, did Nelly go wid you wid her own free will an' consent V " D'X-s she say >he did V a.-ked Peter, fix ing his eyes with a mocking expression on Bel's face. " Never heed what she says,"said the widow, evasively ; " hut spake lor yoarself." '■ Whatever Neilv says is true," replied Fogarty. " Bat that won't do,'* rejoined Bet. " H-r people, more shame for them, wont b'lieve her own story ; they're as black agin her as if he was no more to them than a *tone wall If I was you. Pety. I'd spake out to the truth, if it was only to shame them." Mrs. Fagan was a skillful diplomat?, and had very cunningly spoke t;e last words *' Does Nelly curse me- ?" a>ked F .tarty. " Curse yon, Pety! Ah,r.ot *be ! Neil;is*.'! the one to curse jam, let who wtU ; but >ne frettio' her hfe out about everything. D'ye thick she forgets the tune when you an' she was coortin". an' you not higher than meself ? Curse yoa, indeed ! I'm afraid it was only 100 well she liked yon always, an'there's the truth for you ! Poor child ! she's !y:n" as wake as an infant now. a'most dead in me house at home ; an' there isn't one o' her people Ml pat their foot inside the door." " Does Dinny Ryan be often in aid TOU V " D.ony, is it ? Musha, God help ye ! Diunj doesn t show hi* nose in the house ! He'a as biack agio ber as anybody else ; maybe worse I d just like to let cirn see be was nusuaen about Nelly, if it was only for •pile " " Wbat can 1 do for bier ? what is it yoc want, Mrs Fagan V 44 I want you to confess oat right, bow it was that Nelly ariut away wid ye, so that her peo ple may know the truth ; an" if yoa toali it all afore Father McCabe, an' gave him lave to make it known to the Duloos, an' everybody else ia the place sure, that "id be eaoagh ~ •• I haven't got store tha* a few days to , Lie,"* md Fogarty, couilj ; ' Fa to be hntiz I on Tuesday " RESARDLESS OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUARTER." I" Sure there's time enough for .your confes sion, anyhow," replied Bet, iu a business like manner. "It wouldn't take more than an j hour or two to see Father McCabe and tell him everything." " Well, maybe you had best send him," ob served Fogarty, after a pause. " Au' what 'ill you tell him ?" asked Bet, who now began to entertain douhts about the sort of confessiou Petv might make. " I'll tell him what's the truth." " You'r uot joking, Pety V " Sorra joke," replied the condemned man. " But what's the truth ?" persisted the widow. " Father McCabe'ill tell you," replied Fo garty. " Pety," said Mrs. Fagau, solemnly, " re raimber that we'll part shortly, niver to meet agin in this life, an' whatever you say, let it be nothin' that 'ill b'lie Nelly." Fogarty looked impenetrable, and hurriedly said : " Send Father McCain'." As the turnkey came to say he must put an end to the interview, Bet shook hands kindly with Fogarty, just as she had, during her life time, shaken hands with scores of men abont to be hung, and wiping some tears from her eyes, left the gaol. Back again, through wind and sleet, with the gathering gloom ot night descending upou all outward objects, the wid ow went home. She was afraid to mention any thing of her expedition to Nelly, for fear of further disappointment ; and when the girl anxiously inquired where she hud been all day, she vaguely replied— " Only a piece otF, alanah, seeiti' a frind, an' I was delayed longer than 1 intinded." '• What day is this ?" inquired Nelly. " It's Friday, sure." " Saturday, Sunday, Monday," muttered Ndlv, as if to herself, adding aloud, " there's only three days more for him to live, Mrs. Fagan, he'll be hung on Tuesday." " Well, au' if he is, sure the world 'ill be well red of him," replied Bet shortly. Nelly said uo more ; but the widow looked uneasily at her as she saw her clasp her hands convulsively together. A long silence ensued only broken by the clinking of pots and pans, and the whirr aud crackle of the biaziug wood that was helping to get the .-upper ready. Nelly was sitting oy the tire, looking beautiful, > though fearfully emaciated. "What way d'ye feel the night?" asked Bet. after a long survey of her pale features '* I feel as if I was deed. Mrs. Fugan." " Lord be pood to us ! How'* that, an' you sittin' there alive euoogh ?" " 1 feel as if was dead, Bet Fagan, an'as if God had cursed rue so that I was condemned to walk the earth, a spirit that nobody wanted to see." " It's a sin to talk that wilj way. agra," said Bet, looking a little alarmed. Nelly cer tai'iiy looked rather spectral ; but there was the light of an unquenchable pride burning still tr> her eye. T:ie next morning wa= Saturday a wild.dreary day, and Bet went early to Father M'Cabe to g;ve him Peter Fogarty's message. The priest was a good natured man, and he lost no time in repairing, in his gig, to Clonmel. Mrs. Fagan saw him off with great *a ! '.-faction, and yet. when he was gone, a dull misgiviug cros sed her mind that Fogarty niig'.i, possibly, make matters worse than ever by stating false hoods in hi- dying coufession. " Musha, he was always fa!! of tricks and divilmint,"she muttered as she went home; " au' he no more cared for priest uor mass than the haythen." This reflection induced Bet to take a gloomy view "of affairs for the remainder of the day ; ' and -he wa glad that she had not given Neily any reason to bope. She felt very uneasy, iudeed ; aud when she heard toe well-kaowu rattle of the priest's gig returning, she ran out iu the dusky evening to hear the worst at enee " Well, yer riverence. what new have you forme?" she asked, as Father M Cube alight ed at his own house j " You mustn't be impatient, Bet," replied ' Lis reverence, s!ow!y and calmly : " whatever I have to say. yoa can't hear it till-to morrow " Oh. raosha. Father John let me hear it litis m nna,''entreated the widow, :aauagony of suspense. "To morrow, Bet—to morrow," repeated the priest. " Oh. it's no good !" moaned the woman, striking her hamls together. " Sure, ;f i: w as, you'd spake it out at woa-t." ' You mast l>ear ail things patiently," re jected Father M'Cabe, grave'v. "Oh. >"rra bit o' patience ever I bad, your riverence." said Bet. with frankness. "If you'd teii ne at woust what news you hare. I d -leep sound the i.igut " "To-morrow I w.i!—not |iQ then.'' •"Tomorrow*-Sunday, an' -arc there'll be three nn*ses an" a sermon, an' it'll! be ait hearts afore I can see yer riverence to spake to " "Never iniud thai. Cooe to mass, jr. si as yon do every Sunday, and don't be thinking of anything but y,ur prajew," replied Fjther John, as he unrelentingly entered his house and closed the door. CO.XCU.aIOV THE Sunday broke over the world bright and cloudless, and from far and uear the hern edoo her cheek, a bright !:_* * flashe-i it peasants j were flocking to Father M'Cabe'scl.apel But Fag-.ui, as usual, got rtaiiy for twe.ve o'clock ma&j.aod as she left the boa-e she recomruended Nelly to the attention of old Norry Croon.— The chapel was very much crowded that day Bet foand some difficulty in poshiig bt-r ay through the m&ss of people that thronged the bnildmg The Dilloos were there, praying de vootly. aad sprioklicg thenMeives well with holy water ; while Detis Ryan coald be ster amocg the crowd busy witli his m'ssa! Nobody was eveetoally more wrapt in devotion than the widow hcrse.f she swayed oerseff bacx wards aod forwards in a perfect agony of pit: y. aj-J a mai jcsar I ke the .-wd! of the • occa sionally arose through t v -- bu : a- Lb* ec ih'jM.a reorle war--] rrrster s*?l greater. At length the sermon commenced. Everybody was attentive. A pin might have been heard dropping, so still was the congre gation. At the conclusion of the discourse, Father M'Cabe, according to custom, entered into some secular affairs of the parish ; asked why Jack Mollov hadn't brought in his harvest dues months ago, like everybody else ; threat eued to denounce any man that had beeu con cerned in cutting off Tim Brogau's cow's tail, . and painting his horse's skin ; ana declared his intention of horse-whippinar whoever it was that nailed Mary Hanuegan's three fine liens to her own door. The worthy pastor kept his mo>t remarkable piece of information tiil the last, summing up all by an astounding disclosure— , " And now, good people," said he, as he turned his face fuil round to the congregation, " I'm going to tell yon something that'll as tonish and gratify you all ; and it's no less that I have it iu my power to declare to yon this blessed day that Pat Dillon's daughter, Nelly, is as innocent as the unborn child. I heard the coufe-sioa from Peter Fogarty's own lip<, iu Cioumel gaol, yesterday ; and it was his wish ; that I would tell it before you all this day." Here followed, amid the breathless silence . of the hearers, a brief, but correct, account of j eveuts which the reader is already acquainted i with ; and when Father John ceased to spe:ik, j a cheer burst from the crowd that shook the chapel windows, and made the image of the V:rgiu over the altar sway from side to side perceptibly. A rush was made from the build ing without delay ; and Bet Fagan, being near the door, got out first, and with the speed of lightning rushed to her own house, where she ! communicated to Nelly the glad tidings she had heard, and which were now known to everybody, far and near, in the parish. On beinsr made acquainted with this intelligence, Nelly slowly arose from he beJ, where she had been recliniug. A bright flush was iu her eye, but speech seemed to fail her, fur she uttered uo word. " Oh, thin, it's meselfs the glad woman this day !" exclaimed Bet, clapping her hands, and swaying her large bead to and fro. N >rry Croon now confronted her, with her hands iu her tides, and her withered face agitated in every feature— " Didn't I tell yon, Bet Fagan, that I never believed a word ngaiu' Nelly Dillon. Didn't I say she wasn't the one to disgrace ber people?" " Ye did, Norry, ye did," murmured the i widow, who was now fairly shedding tears of thankfulness. A mighty surging sound wa now heard w .'th ou', at. i pre-eritiy the doorway was blocked up by tie are- u'i eager to enter tae hou-e.— Pat Dillon, with his wife and daghter, Kitty, were given precedence, of course, aud rushing in, they frantically embraced Nelly, who stood upright in the middle of the floor " Staud back, ali o'ye !' >aid .Mrs. Fagan. a- she motioned to the crowd out>ide to keen off. arid, obeying her commands the jiceple moved from t!i- door. leaving Nelly's relatives to speak to her in peace. " Nelly, my OR T jewel, TOU'I! come hack to yonr poor father woust more !'' cned D.don, triumphantly. " An' it's Dinny Ryan'- the prond man this day ! " exclaimed the mother, weeping. Kify, unable to utter a word, hung upon Lis sister's neck, she idir.g tears. Nelly uiade uo reply to any txpres_-kmof endearment, a id returned no car--—. When Dennis Ryan rush-d joyously into the house, aud prepa-ed to seize her hand with euthusia-m. the girl drew back proudly, and in a voice that thrilDd through the nerves of her hearers, spoke out at la-l— --" Keep back, Dennis Ryan ! keep hack ail o've ! You're uothiu' to me, an'l'm nothiu' to ye!" " Nelly, dear Nolly ! " said Bet Fagan, re buk Ugly. Ay, uothiu' to me," repeated NV'y, with flashing eyes, while the proud dilation of her beautifully formed nostril* lent an expression of wandrou- power to her cuontenaoce. A pain ter might have chosen her as a personification of proud woman's indignation—" I'm uothiu' to or.e o'ye ! " " Y;-\ y's" sa'l Dillon, soothingly, " yoa ar- the same to me you ever were. You're me own net child again ! " '• But you're are not the same to rue " repli ed Nelly, bitterly. " I am ! I am, me poor child," continued Dll'on ; "an' you're father's house i- there ready to receive yoa this Oiinnit: so y. 1 had be*t come at wor.st " "Never!"' cried the eirl. vehemently.— "Never wil' I cross the threshold of the door that -hut u.e oat in the dark night. No, Pat Dillon : I'm yoar daughter no longer. I've no father nor mother, ROT s:*ter, nor brother. ' I hav'nt one to love me bat tbe mm that'll lie hang in the front of Clommei gaol the day after to-morrow ! " Nelly, acasfcla ! ~ murtaurtd Bet Fagan, reproachfully " Yoa w- re kind teopie ; you trusted me m- re than the man that want ed me for his wife ; still ti. re wasn't o e o* ye loved aud trosted me like Peter Fogarty. W d ail his crimes on his head, an' great *ro:.g a* he done or. aud great soraow as he gave niy heart, I'd marry him th s b!esi.-ed i.y, it Father M Cabe'i eaapel, if he was here, fr.e o-t of prison." Tre neighbors had by this time gathered into tfichoose, and -tool looking m aghaia Whispers ran round to the eff-ct that Nelly must aave grown light in ber head ; but so ae there were thai thought she sarved her ;se anger was t.ow rou-ed. and •■<= adraaoed to taae his dxuguter's arm ai a firm grasp '* Never never exclaim-:d Nelly, shak rg hi? hand off with wild ea.tne*?. " If there wasn't another roof to shelter me in this wcri I'd perish rat-ier Can pet a foot insMe yonr b inse ! I loved yon ixtber, I iOTed you so well that I broke try owe heart for yon ! T did whit T <-on*d to '*/;•* 'he box that *l - •Jt*af *0 see a: n> own hf fix roiß* a kttt * VOL. XIX—XO. 35. year, ju-t Iwcauseyoa didn't like him ; and I strove to like another till J did like him ; sua I pave IIIV promise to marry liim, and (jod sets it was a promise I'd have kept : but I'm sorry to the heart now thut ever 1 did the like, for the love I threw away was the only true love anion.' ye all ! Ay, I'ety Fogartv ! ajur derer, robber, whatever you are, I'd uiarry you this minnit if you were here to take me ! But we'll be together soon enough 1" Fiercely wroth, Dillon made aoo'her rush towards the excited girl, but many bauds held him back. " You'll not lay a finger on her ! " shouted the voice of Bet Fugan. "Ye desarve the*, every one o' ye, for yti were hke Turks to her an' ye know it !" Mrs. D.lion looked nearly as stem as her husband ; aud her sous, who were now enter ing, would have almost torn tlieir sister limb from limb, so great was their indignation, had not the crowd lorced them out again. While much bustle ensued, Nelly's strength liecumu exhausted, and seeing her sway to and fro, a> she stood in the centre of the floor, Bet Fag**, rushed to catch her in her urms. The girl'* head dropped heavily on her shoulder, aud see ing the expression of her features, Norry Croon shrieked out— " tihe's dyiu', she's dyin'; lave the boiue every one o' ye ! " The crowd fell back as N'orry waved her hand to them, but the D.ilous did not tnovo.— Bet la. i Nelly on the bed, ad Mrs. Dillon, now overcome with a mother's feelings, ran forward to her; but gathering up all her strength tha girl pushed the unfortunate woman away from her with scorn and indignation. I'at Dillon at length burst into tears, aud wrung his hands despairingly. " Nelly,Xelly !" he rxclaimed wildly," won't ye look on ver own father, au' say ye forgive him 7" Fixed and glazed, the daughter's eyes were fastened on vacancy ; the thinirs of this world h®d vanished from their sight forever ; tha life-blood was already growing stagnant in the veins " She's dead." whispered N'orryCroon, bend ing over her ; " the breath's gone." A wild cry like the shriek <>l some forest beast—discordant, ferocious, despairing—rang through the room : and rushing townrds tha bed. Bat D lion seized the sense'ess form of hisch 1. in his arms, and bore it from the house in a frenzy fearful to behold. Tne women screamed and ran after him ; but with the speed of madue*.-, he gained Lis own house ere they could stop him Flinging the corpse on the lcd in the kitchen, he exclaimed— " She'll not be wck-.d a night out o' ber fa ther's house, any how ," and tLtu burat into a hideous jwal of laughter. Bet rememt'cred bis own words, spoken the morning after Nelly's disappearance, that khe should never cro.-s his threshold aiive again.— It w as her duty to lay ou' the dead body, aud very mournfully she did it. Never had she dressed out a fairer corpse, wake that night in the Dillons' home was a strange one The neighbors from far and near had gathered to it—nil except Denis livan ; ard though there were p pes and tobacco in abundance, and plenty of wl.-kny, there was little merriment One alone of those present joked and laughed w :h a wih.' revelry that struck horror into the hearts of the rest. This was the father of her WHO lay lib LEV* before their eyes. Trie light of reason had vanished forever from Bat Dillon's mind : and w hen his child's corpse was lowered into its eartnly resting place upon the sami day that w: nesscd the execution and burial of Btter togarrv, he clapped his hands, uttering unearthly -.cuts of triumph. From that tim>s he was a confirmed maniac, gradually sinking into idiocy His family became scattered ; tha departed to America and Australia ; hit wife, and daughter kitty, did not survive their on-for.ones very long ; and Bat became n num erable oiject, wandering from town to town, generally attired in a cwst off--liber's uniform He wes - on well known at Thurles, Cionmel. atxj Ca-lie; ; and till his hair was grey, and hie form bent with age, he continued to live a po r iiot. His farm pas.-ei into other hands The walls of the house are black and oil now reader, bat t'i.ey stand still j and though Bat ;s ! ug dead, Lis unha; py story, and ta nie'an.-boljr fate of Lis favorite child, is still -:<>k n of in the n< IgLborhuoJ, though Be' Fagan a' ! Norry Croon. i ke many of their eon?-mporaries, ..av c been gathered to the r eternal dwellings. HONOR -HY M THEO. —Despise not thy moth er whtn 'te is o'J Age miy wear and waste a mother'- bce ho* hard ii iv to Snd true sympathy—how few J r# as for oor-- ve-—how lew will hefrteod n io in -iiortQsie—t'itii it a that we think of tha mother hav* Frrnv ow;ug what to say. and a-vhex-cd to say aothuig " Yo, u aa! I kttow_- wha* good v--taak . |N -j a**- from bow'** r - t.a>* ai I n* le- - on t. '