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AT THE OFFICE OF
Be Careful of Your Money.
When life is full of health and glee,.
Work, work, as busy as a bee !
And take this gentle hint from me
Be careful of your money J
Voii'l! find it true, that friends arc few
When you arc short of money I
The single grain cast in the mold
May spring and give a hundred fold;
More precious than its weight in gold !
33e careful of your money !
The grain you sow to stacks may grow;
"Be careful of your money !
Cut do not shut sweet Mercy's doors
When sorrow pleads or want implore?;
To help to heal .Misfortune'; sore
Je careful of your money !
To help the poor who seek your door,
33c careful of your money !
Would yot: e?cape the beggar's lot,
The death-bed of the tippling sot,
And live in sweet contentment's cot!
lie careful of your money !
And ifyou need a friend indeed,
Be careful of your money I
MARY CARROL ;
Or, THE LOST CLASP-KNIFE.
CHAPTER I.
THE MURDER. AN ARREST.
It was a wild, rugged scene, near the
western shore of Louh xseagh, in
the .
countrv of Tyrone, and in the northern
part of Ireland. To the left, stretching (
:iwav from the banks of the lake, was a
dark bosr, over which, in close-tangled
masses, grew the rank morass wild wood,
It was just at nightfall that a wayworn He saw the full force ot the circumstances
peddler entered upon the dubious foot-'under which he had been found, and he
track that led through the bog, and from knew how summary was the method in
the confidence with which he trusted to j which such cases were disposed of by the
Iii3 knowledge of the way one might have; courts.
supposed that he had often traveled it.
His way was towards Londonderry, and
as he found himself in the midst of the
gloomy wild wood he began to whtle a
low tune by way of enlivening the scene, j
At pome spots, where the flanking of lithe j
shrubbery was quite sparse, the ground j
trembled and shook beneath the pcdler's
iread, but he felt sure, or knew, that he
was in the right track, and he kept stead
ily on.
Not lone after he had disappeared frein
sisht in the intricate windings of the path,
any one stanaing upon the edge of the
bog might have heard a sudden rustling .
of the distant wild wood, as though some .
one had rushed hastily through it. Ihen
came a snori scume. a Euarp cry ui uaiu.,
" . .
a few deep croans, and then for a few! . , . iJi0 ,ur,irn -c f
t, o .!, t n iceived in many brawls and drunken rows.
moments all was still. In five minutes cei " , J ,..
more mere v,u& aiiuiuui iusuiu m 'i
there was another rustling in the,
Ul
ushes, a heavy fall, and ere long after-
wards a man emerged from the bog path ,
and stood a few seconds upon the hard
ground. He was not the pedler, and yet
pc,i. , auu
ledlcrspack.
it hi'i) and be-
c i' j
lie bore in bis hand the pe
JTn onnil ftrmtiouslv aLout
. c - j
sng satisnea iuai an w j
a little out of (he way sealed himself up-
on the grass, opened the pack, and began;
to overhaul its contents. j,
U!s ma ,u V' Ma i shan,t ieave you for I a neighbor's house, and then she turned;
man as he seemed to have examined all ( an know and gball , and looked towardg hcr 0WQ cot Sbe
its contents. I ye done that job for be m yQu bQ jgaw Ga Bagroon just stepping into
nothing I vc sold my soul for a miser- ( j mj. hfc bay(; bad , tho & and pb(J CQU,d scc th h the;
ttr LI.- aaIo w- mitltrtVrtH tlm i II '
,,F -..i ... r.'your pretty hand long
he had heard a noise in the hog and jvith
n hasty step he hurried off towaras a
.. i i . c. .1
i o ir rk rr i in Knurini ;t i. i
Not long after the man had left the
c it i.
path ano her man, and he bore a heavy
bodv in his arms. When ho reached a
ujFuuu -r --0
smfcublc reslinT place he laid his burden
huiuioic rt-ini0
down upon the grass. It was the bloody
upon tue g
corpse of the pedler.
C.T) 'ST !' mnrmnrnfl tho rnillltr
r i, wnc rnnld lvfrvfi
, , ., . J . P . , ' i:r? mu
nau the ucart 10 taice your jui; : auiu -
could have been but a few more years for
, , ii.ti.nvn1
vnn nn onrth. and surclv thev micht have,
ift ii aj, u-Wiln-v ThT
left you those. Ah, u hats tin. -luy,
left y
51 n ttr
T 1?vv Holv saints. thev'.VO
1-1. ' -Ue. fnr lw,i1.,Urtcfnrn
as
v ' J J
you carried; apd it can't have been long,
cither, for your blood is warm from the ,
heart!" ' j
The young man knelt down and pulled
nparfc the bits of lace aud ribbon, the pin-'
papers and the little cushions, and while'
he yet gazed vacantly upon them, at the
same timo murmuring sadly to himself, '
ho was startled by a heavy tread of feet
liMnd him. He looked up-and saw three
utoufc men standing over him.
"Corney Drake !" said one of them in
- . , 1 I II"1 nA ClnA
tones ot rank astonisiiuiuiiu uuuu uvu,
js this you ?"
t:Ycs it is nic;" returned the young
ma", "sing to lis fcot, "and this"
' fie stopped and turned pale with fear.
The idea rnmp thundorino' lition him liif
; T " CamC luunacnng uPon uim ",,at
he mieht he thought the murderer. lie
read the conviction in the faces of the
men who had found him in his present
.... r
Situation.
'A1). CorDcy. no ndcr Ju .itate.
Wc never could have believed this of
you."
"Believed what? ' wildly exclaimed the
young man
".Look at this, slowly returned theoth-
"I see it. It is poor old Macdull: but
T ,. , -i t ii i j
1 did not murder him. 1 call on bod to
wWnnns llinf T linrl Tift linnr? in if. "
I "Don't call on God with a lie in your
' month Corney Drake. Look at your
hands. Look at your clothes. They're J "Ah, you could tell of dark deeds e
all blood. And feel of the corpse, too, .nough, I ween. Ha, what's that?"
' it's warm." J "Whcre?"uttered Bagroon, with a quick
! "I found it in the bog. I was coming , start.
'home from the other side, and I stumbled j "There!" said Mary, laying her finger
J against it, and I brought it up here. No upon a dark spot on his shirt-sleeve.
hand of mine harmed him."
; "But the pack, Corney, what were
: you doing with that!" '
: "It was here just where I laid down
J the body."
"And the things? You were making
'mighty free with 'em when we came up,
Corney."
"T only was looking to see what "
"Don't hesitate."
"Well, it was natural curiosity that
made me look at them. You would have
doue it, Phil Kanaugh."
"Perhaps I might; but I couldn't have
found it in my heart to have done that!"
i "0, God, 1 did not do it! You know
1 1 could not have done it. I found him
' murdered in the bog, and I brought him
up here; aud here I found his pack torn
open, ana tne tumgs an scauereu auoui
attered about
as true as ho-
'Tis true, what I tell you
ly writ."
"I hope it is, Corney, but the deed
looks dark against you. You'll go to the
village with us."
"Yes. That's where I intended to go
"Phil Kanaugh," said one of the oth-
lers, 'wnat suan wc ao wun tue ooq-ji
'stay and watch it.
KJ 1U ISW A v V MUX V . J V M "
The coroner must
see it here iust as wc found it. Come,
Corney.'
Corney Drake turned one more look
up0n the murdered pedler, then he gazed
upon his blood-stained hands, and with a
heavy heart he followed his companions,
CHAPTER II.
MARY CARROL AND HER VISITOR.
n i :.n;fi The remainder ot his sentence was
Marrv Carrol was an orphan, just litt- i . . , . ,
. , i - i -u re i . i,,i i spoken in a silent language by the draw
ins; her head into beautiful womanhood. ' rvo- a t j
Tl ... t r .ix -i,- cnf i inff of a large knife. At another time
It was at the cool of evening that she svt 1 & . , ,6 , , r . , . , . ,
, . c i . Mary might have been frightened into
upon the door-stone of her neat cottage, t , . 9 ,
r , , r . c jf ' implicit obedience, but now her soul was
and over her fair features was spread a " . ' , ,
. , - , j , cu t,,j , fired, her every nerve and muscle was
cloud cf despondent agony She he rd J
footsteps approaching her cot and lifting g st'rUggledin her bosom;
her eyes she saw the yct for an instaDt cool.
JJUI? 1 UUiJ. iiu a duuuuci cjc ,
a stou t feU ow but be ook.
ed r Th re was !n
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J .. , , cOT.c ,w
:i 1 1 1 1 1 1 i .hi: 1 1 1 7 1 a; ii ii nii.i iiu.i iiLiii kj luuu
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. , 'n ' . .
j; -Pi " J ,
- n" i - ,mn;nc .
; mes h ft bad oQ
. . , . fi
tercd
i " o ,
G C Bagroon."
(l,vJ. . . J v , A T
rbis 13 n wa' dan,nS and herc 1
choose to stay for the present."
choose to stay lor the pr
u sl' bcrc tbeQ- x sLall g0. IVe
. Caspar that I
bave not &
- t nm m;cnr,wn
t fc fc lg fornow
C r roon yoa never could have
had my h
nd. I bate y'ou, and I always
drd. Corney Drake :'an t guilty of that
muruer, ana muy uun i uuuviw mm.
t it ii : t
Uo
, T)eace "
t - ft Carrol, you don't
,'.'.' 1 n ' f-.. -n-i.
. J. J , , , ,
1S gUiity of the murder, aud he s been
& , j
proved t?o.
I "It's a lie !"
"Hold your tongue, Mary. It s no lie
He has been convicted and he is coins to
uc "uua .
'Mary Carrol nrasped Bagroon by the
""v.r , fa.,,1, . . f . , J
arrai and iooked wildly into uis iace.
e.U.. i;a-, f!nrTnrnnn
13?
uuipuuv-v- 6.vr
"JtinSiailU. UUllil) .au. Wi.,u
scnicncca uiw , j
week he 11 be hung,
"No, no! they shan't hang him!" cried
the half-frantic girl. "Corney never did
that murder. It wasn't in his heart."
"Peace, Mary. Young Drake can be
nothing to you now."
"Yes, he can. Ho can be everything."
"But he shan't, though," uttered the
dark man. at the samo time craspina hold
of the excited girl with a rough grip.
"Now listen to me, Mary Carrol. You've !
1 In m rxiltm nml ...Inn ... 1 1 l.n ? . !
uu iu uu tuiuv-, auu imuu uu auuu uv
SPC a Pow'cra of heaven and earth. .
I've set my very fou! on possessing you,
and I don't care if I lose that soul in the
getting of you !"
Bagroon looked pale and haggard his
, hlack eyes shot forth streams of fire his
teeth were orating together, and his
, breath came hot and quick. Poor Mary
- . , , , rn n i Ai . i
J was frightened, bhe was a Stout-hearted
and true-hearted girl, but she knew that
Caspar Bagroon was a fearful man, and
she knew that he would do anything to
gam his ends.
''Let go of me !" she shrieked. "Let
go or me, Uaspar iJagroon. 1 can never
"Hush, Mary Carrol," interrupted
-n ' i , ' ,.t t
Bagroon,m a hoarse whisper, "lam not
I n mnn in Tin tlivrn rf orl T pnnlfl fpll vnil
: some things that would open your eyes to
! your own fate."
"It s nothing." .
j "It's blood, Caspar Bagroon. It's
! blood!"
J "You lie ! It isn't blood !"
j The villain hurled Mary from him as
he spoke, and his face turned to o livid
; hue. He trembled at every joint, and his
J eyes glared wildly upon the dark stain.
It isn't blood ! You lie, Mary Carrol;
there is no blood on me 1"
It seemed as though at that moment'
some mighty power descended upon Mary
Carrol, for she grew suddenly calm, and
with a steady gaze she looked upon the
man before hei
"It is blood," she slowly, firmly utter
ed, "and you know it. There s blood up-
on your hand, too."
"Where?" grasped Bagroon, gazing
quickly at both his hands. "There is no
blood there. Out upon your trickery. I
My hands are clean."
"They are not clean," said Mary, sus
tained by a strange power, "nor can all
the waters in Lough Neagh make them
so."
Caspar Bagroon foamed at the month,
and in a frenzy of mad wrath he sprang
forward and grasped the girl onco more
by the arm.
"Now hold that tongue of thine," he
yelled. "I want no more of it. You are
mine, Mary Carrol. Mine mine!
I have loved you as I never loved a hu
man being before, but by the holy saints,
.'you can turn that love to madness,
j may "
You
At this moment Ma?y broke from his
grasp and leaped towards the door. She
sprang into the garden, and was just o
pening the gate when Bagroon caught her
by the shoulder and dragged her back
into the cottage.
I "Don't you scream," he hissed, "for if
j you do you'll never "
- , , i ,1 i 1.
vj, spurt: uiu : bum unuu, uuu auu suuu
upon her knees.
The villian lot go his hold upon her
shoulder, and looked down upon her m a
mocking triumph. Quick as thought the
m i
aaunuets j
dauntless maiden leaned forward and
wound her arms about his ankles, and
., - iii i i i
mth a sudden jerk she brought his legs
from under him. He fell upon the floor
irum uuuui mui. uru
like a leaden weight, his knife flew from
his grasp, and on the instant Mary once j
more eprang through the doorway. She
AA nnt ctnn this time in nnnn the irate.
v.- : " -r- o j.
but with a single bound she leaped over
the low paling and gained the street.
CHAPTER III.
THE TRISON INTERA'IEV.
Mary Carrol gained the garden-gato of.
togefher, and she thought she heard bit
ter curses fall from his lips. He came
not after her, however, but walked mood
ily off in tho oppostte direction, and was
soon lost to sight in the gathering gloom.
The resolute girl stepped again into the
street and hastily wended her way to
wards the jail. She asked to see Corney
Drake, but the jailor refused her. He
said the young man was committed to
die, and none but the priest could be ad
mitted to his cell. She begged aud pray-1
ed, but tho jailor was inexorable. Uc(
told her, however, that she might apply ,
to the sheriff, and that a pass from him
would' admit hcr.
With the flcctnessof wind Mary darted
off for the house of the Sheriff whom she
had the good fortune to find at home
She made known her request, and he at
first refused.
"0, I must sec him," she cried. "He
was all the world to" me. If he must die,
0, let me see him."
"Not to-night," said the sheriff, but it
was spoken in a wavering tone.
"Yes, yes, for the love of God, sir, do!
To-morrow may be too late. Corney nev
er committed that murder ; I know he
did not. I was his his I should have
been his wife, sir, had he lived ; and 0,
tt.1is lmnmn Kill ll O Til 1 T llVrt Vfl. Tr An
nuw nii'juj uv i j-v. --"j i
0, do, sir."
Mary Carrol sank upon her knees aud
ajio if it hadn't dim twilight that bis hands were ciencuea,
t clasped her hands. Big tears rolled down
I her cheeks, and as the stern officer gazed
upon her thus he could not findjt in his
heart to refuse her further. lie wrote an
order for her immediate admittance to the
I jail, and when he handed it to her said :
J "There, go and and see him ; but you
must make up your mind that this will be
your last visit. I shall feel miserable
' I T 1 . 1 1 1 P T 1
wncn l nang tue poor youtu, ior x nave
always thought him a noble "
"So he is. So he rs. You shall not
hang him, by heavens, you shall not!
He never did it he never did it!"
The sheriff pitied the poor girl, for he
thought the thing had turned her brain.
He knew not that that brain was ten times
more strong than bofore.
Mary sought the jail once more, and
she found no difficulty in gaining admit
tance. Cornelius Drake satin his cell. Ho was
not more than onc-and-twenty a noble
looking youth, with auburn hair and large
blue eyes, and a countenance full of good
ness and truth. His very appearance
gave the lie direct to the idea that he
could commit a deliberate murder, and
yet all knew that no one could have kill
ed the pedler except in cool blood, for
old Macduhl could have had no enemies,
Mary Carrol entered the coll. She was too busy, too active, too much excited,
stood an instant upon the threshold, then ! for that. It could not be lulled iuto for
pprang forward and threw her arms about ' getfulncHS, nor yet into dreams. It dwelt
the young prisoner's neck. jn the land of facts and cool calculations.
"Mary, Mary," he cried, "the holy I Tho next morning Mary was up before
saints bless vou tor this. 1 can t embrace
you, darling,
chained."
for see, mv hands are
"Hush, Corney dear. I can embrace ,
you, and for even that we may be thank-'
ful. They told me you were to be hung, '
but I swtare that 'ou shouldn't."
- - ....... .
"Ah, Mary my fate is sealed, and no
earthly power can help me now."
"But you did not do that wicked mur
der, Corney."
"You know I didn't, darling."
"Indeed I know it."
"Then there's some satisfation in that."
"But there'd be morcsatisfaction in find
ing out who did it," said Mary.
"That's past hope," returned Corney.
"But don't you suspect any one ? i
Haven't you the least idea of who did it;" :
she eagerly asked. !
"Not in the least. But why do you ask?"
"First tell me all the circumstances at
tending your finding of the body." j
Corney went on and told the circum-
stances just as they had transpired. How
that he was returning from the London-
derry side of the great bog just at night !
fnll nnrl wlipn lip. hnd rifinrlv rnachfid tho
Tyrone side he saw a dark object against
tho hnsho. nnnr the solid nath. He went
up to it and found that it was the pedler. The Sheriff began to be deeply intcres
Life was extinct, but the body was warm, ted in the matter, for there was something
and the blood was still flowing. Under , more m the manner of the girl than idle
these circumstances he took the body up raving.
and carried it to the upland, whore, as the "Most assuredly," he replied, "if you
reader already knows, he came across the can give me a good reason. Whom do
paCK. i-Ue rest ne ioiu in a iew worus.
Everything wasagainsthim theevidence, ;
though circumstantial, was yet almost pos
itive, and it had taken but a few minutes
for the jury to bring in their verdict.
"Tell me," said Mary, as Corney closed
his story, "is there no one whom you think
might have done this thing? Do you
know of any one's having been in that vi
cinity on that evening ?"
"No-only the three men who found rae"
"Was not Casper Bagroon there ?"
"Casper Bair But tell me, Mary
what do you mean ? My God ! I believe j
Caspar dogged mo there ! He has sworn
to kill mo. He may have laid in wait for
me, and the appearance of the pedler, the
apparently well filled pack, and the lone
liness of tho hour and the place, may
have excited his cupidity. He had the
heart capable of it I know he did. But
we can't prove anything."
Mary sat down upon the edge of the
low cot, and for some timo she remained
in silent thought. Her foot played ner
vously upon the tiled floor, her little fin
gers passed to and fro around each other,
and when she at length raised her head
nil l races of tears were crone, and her
unyielding '
whole of a resolute woman's
will.
"Corney," she said, "I believe God
sometimes puts the truth into the heads
of us poor mortals when no earthly un
derstanding could havo caught it.
To-night Caspar Bagroon was in my cot
tage, and he basely "
"Ha ! Did he dare"
"Hush, Corney, he did not harm me.
I saw blood upon his shirt-sleeve, and
when I showed it to him he trembled and
stammered and broke from me. Then he
seized rac, but I leaped away, and: he fol
lowed me. He caught me and dragged
me back, and he drew his knife. The
thought came upon me like a shaft of
lightning that Bagroon had murdered the
pedler. God must havo given mo the
thought, for it came like a perfect convic
tion. I got away from him again and
fled, and then I came here."
Mary Carrol aroso from her scat and
cla?ped her bands firmly together.
Corncy,"she continued, "if thcre'sproof
of the real murderer on the faco of the
earth I'll find it out. I will, or I'll die
with you."
Corney Drake longed to clasp the fair
girl to liis swelling bosom, but he remem
bered his bobds, and' he could only thank
hcr in words.
- CHAPTER IV.
THE KN1YE, AND A NEW ACCUSAL.
When May entered hcr cottage it was
quite late. She feared not the return of i
Casper Bagroon, for her heart had been f
strong by the strange conviction that some i
superhuman power was aiding her, and she ;
even felt Jiappy in the assurance that she
should succeed in her efforts. She opened !
her tinder-box, and having lighted a can- '
die she bolted her door and windows, and .
was turning towards her bed-room when
her eye caught an object that lay upon the
floor at the further extremity of the a-'
partment. She went to it and picked it ,
up. It was Bagroon's clasp knife ! j
In all probability the villain's fall had
so thumped his head that he entirely for-
got the knife he had dropped. JIary ,
know it, for she saw it when he pulled it
out that same evening, and she had often
Hccn it before, and, more than all, she .
knew that half the people in the village
could swear to its identity, for there was
none other like it, Casper having made ,
the handle himself from curiously carved
bog-oak. I
For full five minutes Mary stood and
gazed upon that knife. The blade was (
open, and she thoughtfully ran her thumb
along its edge. Then she closed it, and j
placing it carefully in her bosom, she I
sought her chamber. She laid down upon j
her bed. but not to sleep, for her mind
the sun, and throwing on her bonnet and
shawl, she hastened to the house of the
sheriff. (This sheriff acted both in the"
capacity of an executive and a coroner.)
She had to wait sometime for him to make
bis appearance, but he came at lencth.
. .
You here again 1" he uttered,
with a
sleepy yawn.
"Yes, sir, and I have important bus
iness, too. Were you not the coroner who
examined the body of old Magdull?"
"Yes." The sheriff opened his eyes,
and began to wake up.
"Was the body opened ?"
"No, of course not. The pedler was
dead stabbed two or three times and
we knew who did it."
"You did not know.who did it, Mr.
Sheriff ; you did not know, I say, or you
never would have put an innocent man in
jail and had him convicted of the murder.
Is the body hurried ?"
"Yes, over a week ago," returned the
officer, looking upon the girl in a state of
utter astonishment.
"Then it must be dug up. Dig it up,
sir, and I'll prove to you that Corney
Drake did not do the bloody deed ! 1
JOU do it. Sir ? ' Say, Will you do it ?
Will
juu auopcu i
llTf T frtll ., l,rt mflr nclqA
"No, he shall be arrested."
"Then 'twas Casper Bagroon."
The sheriff's eyes snapped.
"Can you prove it?"
"Dig up the body and sec. God will
not suffer tho guilty to escape. Dig up tho
body and let the doctor examine it."
"CasparBagroonisa dangerous fellow,"
uttered the officer, "and I think him just
the man to have done such a deed, if I
had reasons I'd arrest him this very morn-
lDS
Vnn hn-vn rnnsrinq T hminro on rilri
the murder. I accuse him of it! Is not
that enough ?"
"I'll arrest him, by the saints, I will.
He needed it long ago."
"And you'll have tho body dug up, too."
"Yes."
CHAPTER V.
THE NEW TRIAL.
People were surprised when Caspar ,
Bagroon was arrested for the murder of ,
the pedler, but no one was sorry. Pub- j
lie opinion turned like a weather cock ere
yet tlie cvidcncc liatl been produced. j
The body of the pedler was brought :
into the court, and the doctor was there I
to examine tho wound's. Caspar Bagron ;
was there, and though his bosom heaved,
and his features were contorted, by the
fiercest passion, yct ho spoke not a word. !
He turned his flashing eyes upon Mary :
Carroll, and he grated his teeth together .
like the stones of a mill. Ho seemed to t
for"ct that this was working against him.
The doctor began to probe tho wounds, i
The first went to the heart, but there he !
found nothing. The second was further t
towards the ceutre of tho breaar, and '
Beemed to hayo been a very slight one. j
The skin was cut away, and in a few mo- !
ments more the operator uttered a slight i
exclamation.
"What is it? What is it?" quickly j
asked Mary, springing forward.
" Wait a moment," returned the doctor ; :
and as he spoke he produced a pair of,
forceps.
Ho applied them to the incision he had
made, and after two unsuccessful effortj j
he drew forth a piece of metal which had ;
been driven through the tough cartuagu ,
between tho left ribs and the sternum, and
wliich, upon examination, proved to be the
point of a knifo !
"Hero ! here !" cried Mary, at the same ;
time drawing a clasp-knife from her bo- ;
pom. "You all of you know to whom this ;
bctongs. Try it, try it."
The people crowded eagerly forward.
The sheriff took the knife and opened it.
The point of the blado was broken off.
He took the piece- from the handi of tho
doctor and applied it to the broken blade.
It fitted it was the missing piece V1
"Ha, ha, ha!" half wildly, haly hys
terically laughed Mary Carrol. "That fa
Caspar Bagroon's knife !"
"You lie you shc-devil !" roared the
villain.
"No, she don't Caspar," said Phil Kan
augh. "We all know that knife."
"Ay," cried Mary, "and he drew it up
on me, too. Listen, hearts of Tyrone.
That had man came to my house, and
he insulted me. He taunted me because
Corney Drake had been convicted of mur
der. I tried to flee from him, but he caught
me and drew that knife, and swore he'd
kill me if I screamed. I sank upon my
knees, and grasping him by the ankles, I
tripped him up and then fled. He drop
ped his knife and forgot to pick it up, and
when I returned I found it. I knew he
had doue the murder, for I saw blood
upon his shirtsleeve; but when I saw that
broken blade I believed that God had pro
vided a way for me to prove it. I havo
proved it. You all see it. Bagroon s
the real murderer, and Corney is free I"
The sheriff niay have tried to quell the
noise," bat he Certainly failed, for the en
thusiasm of an Irish crowd is not to be
hushed.
The new trial went sumraariiy on.
The identity of the knife was proved at
starting. Phil Kanaugh swore that he
met Baerroon comiuir from the bog a short
CO o
time before hq came across Corney, hut
he thought nothing of it at the time nor
had it occurred to him since. In less than
half an hour the word "guilty'' sounded
upon the ears of the villain.
"It's a lie ! a lie ! Curse ye all !" ho
yelled, and in a moment when he caught
the chance, he sprang towards Mary.
He did not reach her, however, for Phil
Kanaugh pushed forward his foot and
tripped bim up. Bagroon was at fall
speed, and when he was thus thrown from
his feet he fell forward with a fearful im
petus, and his neck struck the sharp edge
of an oaken bench. An instant he re
mained with his head lopping over upon
the seat, and then his body rolled over
upon the floor. There were two or threc
long straggles a crimson stream started
forth from his mouth and he was no
more ! The fall had broken his neck !
Hi3 fair victim had escaped him !
"God did that !" said Marv.
"God did it!" cried they all.
-
Mary Carrol held the order for Corney
Drake's release in her hand. She rushed
wildly to the jail, and an hundred youog
men and old followed her.
"Free! free!" she cried, as she fell upon
her lover's bosom. Cornev, dear Corner,
yoii are tree !"
The jailor came and knocked off the
shackles from the young man's feet and
hands, but before he could gain Eensc e
nough to speak, bis cell was filled with
men. They caught him in their arms and
bore him to the street, where they placed
bim in a carriage they had dragged from
from the sheriff's stable, and s.eating the
heroic Mary by his side they proceeded
to the fair girl's cottage. Shout? of joy
rent the air, and a hundred lips blessed
the saved and the saviour.
Ere many weeks had passed away those
people were shouting and singing again.
This time there was a wedding, and Cor
ney and Mary were the happy couple.
A Big Story.
An old gentleman who had a neigh
bor rather addicted to telling large stories,
after listening one day io several which
quite taxed his credulity, boasted that he
himself could tell a bigger one stilly and
proceeded to relate the following :
Said he one day I was quite at the
farther end of my farm, more than half
a mile from my house when at once, I
saw a heavy dark cloud rising in the west.
Soon I saw the torrents of rain descend
ing at a distance, and rapidly approach
ing the place where I stood with ray wag
on and horses. Determined if possible
to escape the storn I instantly leaped
into my wagon, and started ruy team to
wards home. By constant application of
the whip to my horses, I barely escaped.,
being overtaken, by the rapidly Approach
ing torrent. But so treineudously did it
pour down that ru little dog, who was
close behind mo, actually had to swim all
the way !' Acquis.
'Is'cd, who is that girl I saw you walk
ing with ?"
'Mis Hogg.'
'Hon-g. Ho"f well, she's to be nimL
for having such a name.
'So I thiuk,' rejoined Nod. I pitil
her so much that I offered her mine,- and
she is going to take it presently.'
'There is a woman at the bottom of ev
ery mischief,' said Joe.
'Yes,' replied Charley, 'when I uswkto
fet into mischief my mother was at tho'
bottom of me.'
A late number of the Brookvirk it
mcrican announced tho destruction of tha
editors liat, whereupon the CounarsvilU
Times impudently wonders if there woro
any lives lost !
Nothing elevates us so much as tW
presence of a spirit similar, yefc SBperiW
to our own,
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