Part 12 (2/2)

”'I'm afeard, sir, you're not far from the truth,' replied Mick; 'but, Mr. Johnston, for G.o.d's sake don't mintion my name; for, if you do, I'll get myself what they were laying out for you, be b.u.med in my bed maybe.'

”'Never fear, Mick,' replied Vengeance; 'your name will never cross my lips.'

”'It's a great thing,' said Mick, 'that would make me turn informer: but sure, only for your kindness and the goodness of your family, the Lord spare you to one another! mightn't I be dead long ago? I couldn't have one minute's peace if you or yours came to any harm when I could prevint it.'

”'Say no more, Mick,' said Vengeance, taking his hand again; 'I know that, leave the rest to me; but how do you find yourself, my poor fellow? You look weaker than you did, a good deal.'

”'Indeed I'm going very fast, sir,' replied Mick; 'I know it'll soon be over with me.'

”'Hut, no, man,' said Vengeance, drawing his hand rapidly across his eyes, and clearing his voice, 'not at all--don't say so; would a little broth serve you? or a bit of fresh meat?--or would you have a fancy for anything that I could make out for you? I'll get you wine, if you think it would do you good.”

”'G.o.d reward you,' said Mick feebly--'G.o.d reward you, and open your eyes to the truth. Is my mother likely to come in, do you think?'

”'She must be here in a few minutes,' the other replied; 'she was waiting till they'd churn, that she might bring you down a little fresh milk and b.u.t.ter.'

”'I wish she was wid me,' said the poor lad, 'for I'm lonely wantin'

her--her voice and the very touch of her hands goes to my heart. Mother, come home, and let me lay my head upon your breast, agra machree, for I think it will be for the last time: we lived lonely, avourneen, wid none but ourselves--sometimes in happiness, when the nabors 'ud be kind to us--and sometimes in sorrow, when there 'ud be none to help us. It's over now, mother, and I'm lavin' you for ever!'

”Vengeance wiped his eyes--'Rouse yourself, Mick,' said he, 'rouse yourself.'

”'Who is that sitting along with you on the stool?' said Mick.

”'No one,' replied his neighbor; 'but what's the matter with you, Mick?--your face is changed.'

”Mick, however, made no reply; but after a few slight struggles, in which he attempted to call upon his mother's name, he breathed his last.

When Vengeance saw that he was dead--looked upon the cold, miserable hut in which this grateful and affectionate young man was stretched--and then reflected on the important service he had just rendered he could not suppress his tears.

”After sending down some of the females to a.s.sist his poor mother in laying him out, Vengeance went among his friends and acquaintances, informing them of the intelligence he had received, without mentioning the source from which he had it. After dusk that evening, they all flocked, as privately as possible, to his house, to the number of thirty or forty, well provided with arms and ammunition. Some of them stationed themselves in the out-houses, some behind the garden edge, and others in the dwelling-house.”

When my brother had got thus far in his narrative, a tap came to the parlor-door, and immediately a stout-looking man, having the appearance of a laborer, entered the room. ”Well, Lachlin,” said my brother, ”what's the matter?”

”Why, sir,” said Lachlin, scratching his head, ”I had a bit of a favor to ax, if it would be plaisin' to you to grant it to me.”

”What is that,” said my brother. ”Do you know, sir,” said he, ”I haven't been at a wake--let us see--this two or three years, anyhow; and, if you'd have no objection, why, I'd slip up awhile to Denis Kelly's; he's a distant relation of my own, sir; and blood's thicker than wather you know.”

”I'm just glad you came in, Lachlin,” said my brother, ”I didn't think of you; take a chair here, and never heed the wake to-night, but sit down and tell us about the attack on Vesey Vengeance, long ago. I'll get you a tumbler of punch; and, instead of going to the wake to night, I will allow you to go to the funeral to-morrow.”

”Ah, sir,” said Lachlin, ”you know whenever the punch is consarned, I'm aisily persuaded; but not making little of your tumbler, sir,” said the shrewd fellow, ”I would get two or three of them if I went to the wake.”

”Well, sit down,” said my brother, handing him one, ”and we won't permit you to get thirsty while you're talking, at all events.”

”In troth, you haven't your heart in the likes of it,” said Lachlin.

”Gintlemen, your healths--your health, sir, and we're happy to see you wanst more. Why, thin, I remember you, sir, when you were a gorsoon, pa.s.sing to school wid your satchel on your back; but, I'll be bound you're by no means as soople now as you were thin. Why, sir,” turning to my brother ”he could fly or kick football with the rabbits.--Well, this is raal stuff!”

”Now, Lachlin,” said my brother, ”give us an account of the attack you made on Vesey Vengeance's house, at the Long Ridge, when all his party were chased out of the town.”

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