An'
this is our last parting--this is our last farewell, Bridget dear; but
from this out my hope is to be with you here; and if nothing else on my
bed of death was to console me, it would be, and it will be, that you
and I will then sleep together, never to be parted more. That will be my
consolation."
"Now, father dear," said Bryan, "we didn't attempt to stop or prevent
you, and I hope you'll be something calm and come away for a little."
"Best of sons! but aren't you all good, for how could you be
otherwise with her blood in your veins?--bring me away; come you, Dora
darlin'--ay, that's it--support the: blessed child between you and
Hanna, Kathleen darlin'. Oh, wait, wait till we get out of hearin, or
the noise of the clay fallin' on the coffin will kill me."
They then walked to some distance, where they remained until the "narrow
house" was nearly filled, after which they once more surrounded it until
the last sod was beaten in. This being over, the sorrowing group sought
their way home with breaking hearts, leaving behind them her whom they
had loved so well reposing in the cold and unbroken solitude of the
grave.
CHAPTER XIV.--Mysterious Letter
--Hycy Disclaims Sobriety--Ahadarra's in for it.
One day about a month after Mrs. M'Mahon's funeral, Harry Clinton was
on his way to Jemmy Burke's, when he met Nanny Peety going towards
Ballymacan.
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