"
"Don't!" she exclaimed, in one fearful monosyllable, and then she added
in a low condensed whisper, "or if you do, mark the consequence."
"Trot, Phil," said Teddy, "I think you needn't throuble your head about
M'Mahon--he's done fwhor."
"An' mark me," said Kate, "I'll take care of the man that done for him.
I know him well, betther than he suspects, an' can make him sup sorrow
whenever I like--an' would, too, only for one thing."
"An' fwhat's dhat wan thing?" asked Phats.
"You'll know it when you're ouldher, may be," replied Kate; "but you
must be ouldher first--I can keep my own secrets, thank God, an' will,
too--only mark me all o' yez; you know well what I am--let no injury
come to Bryan M'Mahon. For the sake of one person he must be safe."
"Well," observed Teddy, "let us hear no more about them; it's all
settled that we are to set up in Glen Dearg above again--for this
Hycy,--who's sthrivin' to turn the penny where he can."
"It is," said Bat; "an', to-morrow night, let us bring the things
up--this election will sarve us at any rate--but who will come in?" (*
That is, be returned.)
"The villain of hell!" suddenly exclaimed Kate, as if to herself; "to
go to ruin the young man! That girl's breakin' her heart for what has
happened."
"What are you talkin' about?" asked her husband.
Pages:
283
284
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307