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HUGO'S WOhftSHOP.
Terence
; | O’Orady’s Ruse
How He Saved His Head
From the Block
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By NORA O’NEILL
Wliwi .Tunics II. whs king of Eng
land he would buvo liked to re-estab
lish the Catholic religion. but he was
driven out, William and Mary com lug
over from Holland to sit on his throne.
Ireland, being largely Catholic, sup
ported James, but the English |>eopie
having become almost exclusively
Protestant, though the Catholic Stu
arts made several attempts to regain a
scepter to which by right ’of inheri
tance they Were entitled, the Protea-
tant nanoverlau kings became a fix
ture and sit on the throne of England,
Ireland and Scotland today.
Terence O'Orady's grandfather or
some one away hack in the line was a
yonnger son. and Terence was not es
pecially blessed with this world's
goods. Being born a gentleman, he
had tittle tuste for hard work, and
this gnve him abundance of time to
got Into mischief. He was always seen
on the turf when a race was on and,
being an excellent Judge of a horse,
knew how to place what money lie had
for n stake and always won. Ho hnd
also a great talent for games and rare
ly sat down to cards Unit he did not
get np a trifle richer.
Terence was generous to a fault, nud,
no mhtter how flat was his pocketbook,
he wonld divide with a friend in need.
He was very popular with men, und
there was scarcely a girl within a hun
dred miles of where he lived hut was
In love with him. Indeed, all the girls
Toundabout had a chance to make his
acquaintance, for, poor as he was, he
owned one of the fleetest as well as one
of the most enduring mares In Ireland,
and instead of staying quietly at home
he was constantly flying about, never
coming from a foray without bringing
with him a new heart-not that lie
tried to influence the girls in his favor,
but there was something about him
that drew them to him ns flies are
drawn to sugar.
There was one girl, Kitty O’Neill, on
whom Terence lavished all Ids bounti
ful nITectioii. Kitty lived at Ballin
gs rr.v. a long way from Terence's borne,
tint that didn't matter as long as he
owned Bess und would rather be In
the saddle than anywhere else except
sparking Kitty. The eighty miles that
separated ihem was no barrier be
tween I heir loving hearts, and Terence
visited Ills ladylove frequently. In
deed, when Inquiry was made for him
the usual reply was, “You'll either find
him on the road to Miss O'Neill's or'
with her.”
O'Grady and his Bess were known
everywhere. Many a time she saved
him from the sheriff when that officer
came down on him too suddenly for
him to raise money to pay a debt. The
way be came to own the mare was
this: In a certain ruce Michael Don-
ogbue. a frequenter of the turf, who
had no end of money, told Terence
that If he would name the winner he
would reward him with the horse.
Terence turned Bess. Donogbue won
£1,000 on the race, bought Bess for
£500' ftnd gave her to Terence. Her
new owner entered l»er for several
races and won enough money to set
him well up, but he either spent It or
gnve It away. So In the end he had
nothing left but the mare.
. Terence was not caught In anything
treasonable, always lighting on his feet
like a cat after being thrown In the
air, till one day a Scotchman, Alexan
der MacDougall, came to Ireland and
stopped awhile in the County Tipper
ary, where Terence lived. No one
conld And out what was MacDougall’s
business or what brought him to Ire
land. Then came reports from over
the Irish channel that Prince Charlie
had come from France, landed on the
Scotch coast at the head of a consider
able force and, marching toward Lon
don. was being Joined as be proceeded
by the Scotch clans.
It was known to the English govern
ment that emissaries bad been sent to
Ireland to rouse the people to assist
Prince Charlie to regain his throne and
that MacDougall was one of them. But
while the sympathies of the Irish were
with the prince there was no nucleus
In Ireland about which to gather, and
no movement wafPmnde In his favor.
This was fortunate, for at the battle
of Cullodeu the Stuart forces were
routed by the Duke of Cumberland’s
army, and there followed a series of
eiecntlons that drained Scotland of her
best blood.
While these things were in progress
Terence O’Grady, who was in favor
of the movement to put Prince Charlie
on the throne of England, was as sure
to get himself Into trouble as a frog
Is to Jump from a log into the wa
ter and was in constant conference
with MacDougall. One Hugh Handlside
had been sent out by George II.
from London to keep an eye on the
Scotchman and nip in the bud any
effort be might make in behalf of the
Prince. MacDongall soon got Terence
under his influence, and the two were
In constant secret communication.
Handlside soon became aware of this,
but was unable to gain any proof of it
There was no rebellion In Ireland, and
the Englishman had been instructed to
act within the law or not at all. for
the government did not wish to in
flame the smoldering sympathy with
the Scotch movement.
However, Handlside kept a watch on
the house where MacDougall .was lodg
ed day aud night. One evening, Juat
before dark, be aaw O'Utndy enter the
house, lie was admitted by Mae-
Dougs 11, aud the door dosed, in a
few minutes a light appeared In a
room on the second floor of the house,
and Huudislde knew that there would
be a political conference lietween the
two men. Handlside bud round one
person In the place who was an enemy
of O'Grady. a man of tile name of
Uufferty, whom O'Grady had cuffed
for rudeness to a woman, llaiidl-
slde went after Uufferty and told him
to come with him. On nearing Mae-
Dougall's house Handlside pointed out
an apple tree growing near the Win
dow where the two consplrutors were
deliberating aud told him to climb It
look In at the window anil see what
he could to tlx treason on O'Grady.
Rafferty climbed the tree, found the
sssh lifted and heard O'Grady pro
pose to raise a hundred men In the
county to aid the cause of Prince
Charlie. But Rafferty's |>resciu*e wus
made known to the man within by the
breaking of a branch. O’Grady thrnst
s candle from the window and saw his
enemy. He did not know that Ilnudl-
Hide had Instructed the spying, but he
knew tbut he would be arrested nnd
tried for treason. And since It wns
well known thnt the government wan
hunting for some ono to make an ex
ample of he would probably lose hla
head.
Something must be done to counter
act the evidence tbut bad been obtain
ed against him. But' what could be
done? As soon as Handlside could
swear out a warrant against him Ter
ence would be arrested. Fortunately
no court would sit till morning, and
no warrant could be obtained till theu.
Terence hnd many friends who would
have hidden him, but such a plan
would be a mere makeshift, nnd for
the present he would be obliged to
continue in biding indefinitely.
In times requiring quick action we
not unnaturally turn to that with which
we are familiar. Leaving MacDougall,
Terence went by a roundabout way to
the stable where he kept Bess und,
mounting, set out for Knlllngnrry.
It was 10 o'clock when lie started,
but for half the night he Imd the moon
to light the way, and fortunately Bess
hnd not been out of the stable for a
day and a half. She went off like a
shot, knowing by the prick of the
spur and the touch of the whip that
quick work was required. It wns not
only quick work, hut endurance, that
was needed to save her master's life.
While on the way Terence thought thnt
he might hotter make for the const
aud escape in that way: hut. consider
ing the times, he feared that the shore
would be guarded anil flight would be
an acknowledgment of the truth of the
uccusation that would he brought
against him. So he kept on his course.
He hnd eighty miles to go, but It
might not be necessary for Bess to do
it all. She did twenty miles when
Terence gave her water and half an
hour’s rest. Then she did twenty miles
more, but in much slower time. After
another rest she did ten miles, when
Terence, coming to a barn at 3 o'clock
In the morning, borrowed a horse of u
farmer whom he awakened, explaining
Ills necessity and leaving Bess ns secu
rity.
At n quarter to C he rode into Ballln-
garry, and since It was Sunday he
found the people already turning out
for early muss. Leaving his horse at a
stable, he went to the church nnd after
mass asked for a few words with the
priest. He was taken into the pastor’s
private room, and he handed the fa
ther a guinea as an offering to the poor
of the parish. He hoped by this to fix
the fact on the priest's mind that he
had been at early mass on Sunday
morning.
Terence breakfasted with Kitty
O’Neill and told her of the ruse by
which he hoped to save his bead. He
remained at Balllngarry all day and
that night. The next morning he made
his way back home, picking up Bess
and riding leisurely into town during
the evening. Handlside was watching
for him, and as soon as he appeared he
was arrested under a king’s warrant
and thrown into Jail.
Terence was not tried till the rebel
lion had failed and the government
had begun sending those who had been
concerned In It to the block. Then he
was arraigned for treason to hla maj
esty George II., king of England, In
conspiring on a certain night to Incite
and take part In rebellion. MacDou
gall hud fled, and the only possible evi
dence against O’Grady was that of
Rafferty, who swore that on the even
ing of the 25th of April from the
branches of a tree he had seen the
prisoner through an open window and
heard him tell MacDougall that be
would furnish a hundred men to aid
In placing Prince Charlie on the British
, throne.
O’Grady's counsel sent to Balllngarry
for the priest who had seen his client,
at early mass on Sunday morning.
April 20. and received a guinea for the
poor of the parish. Kitty O’Neill also
gave her evidence as well as several
other persons who had seen Terence at
mass. It was admitted that he would
not have been likely to be in one place
between 0 and 10 o'clock at night and
In another eighty miles distant at C
o’clock the next morning. So the case
fell to the ground, the government re
leased the prisoner, and. Ireland not
having taken any part In the rebellion,
there were no further prosecutions.
Not long after this Kitty O'Neill In
herited some land from a relative. She
and Terence O'Grady were married
and settled down, Terence giving her
charge of all their funds. She had a
hard time with him for awhile to keep
him from getting Into debt, but floally
he became used to the new regime, and
they got ta swimmingly.
STEVENSON'S LAMENT.
A Beak He Ceuldn’t Read and the Kind
•f Story He Wanted.
This, from the "Letters of It, L
Steven min," shows Ills aversion to
rending one of his own books ami thn
kind of story Tor which lie yearned:
To VV. K. Hanley: I sent! you a hook
which tor I am mistooki will please
you—It pleased me. But I do desire a
hook of adventure—a romance-and no
man will get or write me one. Dumas
I have rend and reread too often:
Scott, too, and I am short. I want to
heur swords clash. 1 want a book to
begin In a good way—a book. I gtiesa.
like "Treasure Inland," alas, which I
have never read ami cannot, though I
live to be ninety. I would that some
one else had written It! B.rtull that I
can learn it Is the very lioolc for my 1
complaint. 1 like the way I hear It
opens, and they tell me John Sliver Is.
good fun. And to me It is and must
ever he a dream unrealised, a book un
written. Oh, my slghinga after ro
mance or even Skeltery, nnd. oh. the
wenry age which will produce me nei
ther!
"Chapter I.—The night wns dark
and cloudy, the ways foul. The single
horsemun, cloaked hikI booted, who
pureued his way across Willeaden
common, had not met a traveler when
the sound of wheels"—
"Chapter I.—'Yes, str.' said the old
pilot, ’she must have dropped Into the
bay a little afore dawn. A queer craft
she looks.'
“ 'She shows no colors.' returned the
young gentleman musingly.
" They’re n-lowerlng of a quarter
boat. Mr. Murk.' resumed the old salt.
'We shnll soon know more of her.'
" 'Aye.' replied the young gentleman
called Mnrk. ‘and here. Mr. Sendrlft.
comes your sweet daughter, Nancy,
tripping down the cliff.'
“ ’God bless her kind heart, sir!' ejac
ulated old Sendrift.
"Chapter I.—The notary, Jean Ros-
signol, had been summoned to the
top of a great house In the Isle St.
Louis to make a will, nnd now, his
duties finished, wrapped In a warm
roquelnuro and with a lantern swing
ing from one hand, he issued from the
mansion on his homeward way. Little
did he think what strange adventures
were to befall him"—
Thnt is how stories should beglD.
And 1 am offered busks instead.
What should be:
The Filibuster's Cache.
Jerry Abershaw.
Blood Money: a Tale.
What Is:
Aunt Anne’s Tea Cozy.
Mrs. Brlerly’s Niece
Society; a Novel.
R. L. 8.
Lincoln’s Life Line.
When former Senator Blackburn wns
a very young man he practiced law for
a time in Chicago.
One day in the fifties he was engaged
in a case ugalnst one of the big law
yers of the city. Blackburn was In
straits. He floundered n bit, and a tall,
homely man who wns reading a news
paper near him gave him a hint. Ho
floundered again, and the tall man
gave him another hint
Then the opposing lawyer Jumped
up.
“If your honor please." he shouted,
“I desire to inquire whether Abrabntn
Lincoln Is an attorney of record In this
case?”
“I'll answer that,” said Mr. Lincoln,
the future president "I am not. but I
am too soft heurted to sit here and
watch this young man overboard with
out throwing him a plank!"—Saturday
Evening Post
Pealing Onions For a Living.
The profession of onion peeling is not
one thnt obtains much notice, yet there
are at least 500 women in the east end
of London earning their living by re
moving onion skins. With practice
they can make 4 or 5 shillings per
day. Often they have been peeling since
childhood, daughters succeeding moth
ers. It Is not a profession you can
learn In one lesson, for the skin must
be removed by hand or the onion
“Juices" and is no use for pickling.
The onions are always peeled In water.
This la not to save the eyes of the
peeler, but Is done to keep the onion
white.—London Express.
They All Think Thai.
‘There goes a man who is sure I’m
not dolngmy duty to my family.”
“One of your neighbors?"
"No."
“Evidently a friend of an Intimate
friend of yours?"
“Wrong again. Not even an ac
quaintance.”
“Who Is he. then?"
"A life Insurance agent”—Detroit
Free Press.
The Thunder.
"Say. mamma," queried the smnll
sen of a local labor leader, “la It the
thunder thnt strikes or the lightning?"
‘The lightning, dear,” was the reply.
“Oh. well," replied the youngster, "I
suppose the thunder doesn't belong to
the union."—Chicago News.
Not Very Far.
“Here’s a dollar back that I marked
and put Into circulation only day be
fore yesterduy. Surprising, eh?"
"Oh, I don’t know. A dollar doesn't
go very far these days."—Judge.
Raal Unhappiness.
81lllchap—What's the matter, old
man? You look unhappy. Cynlcus—1
am. I’m almost as unhappy as a wom
an with a secret that nobody wants to
know.—London Telegraph.
Make clean work and leave no tags.
Allow no delays when you are at a
thing; do It and be done with It.—Pro
fessor Blackle.
Hla Carpenter’s Bench and ths Shav
ings Th it Fell From It.
A graphic description of a rlalt to
▼Ictor Hugo In Guernsey and of his
quaint home there Is given by the late
Sir William Butler In hla autobiogra
phy:
"Of the many curious things to be
»c«n In Hauterille House the master’s
Sleeping room was the strangest. He
had It built on the roof lietween two
great blocks of chimneys. Yon »B-
cendcd to Ids workshop bedroom by
stairs which somewhat resembled it
ladder. Quite half of the room was
glass, nnd the view from It was mag
nificent The Isles of .lethou niul 8urk
were In the middle distance, und be
yond lay many a mile of the Norman
coast Alderney lay to the north, and
beyond It ono saw the glistening win
dows of the triple lighthouses on the
Casquct rocks und still more to the
right the high ridges overlooking Cher
bourg. The bed was a small camp bed
stead, with a table on one side of It
and a smull de«k chest of drawers on
the other, with pens. Ink and paper al
ways within reach.
"Near the bed stood a small stove,
which he lighted himself every morn
ing and on which he prepared his cafe
au lalt Then work began at the large
table which stood In the ghiHH alcove a
few feet from the foot of the lied.
This work went on till It wns time to
dress und descend to dejeuner In the
room used for thnt purpose on the
ground floor. As the sheets of writing
paper were finished they were number
ed and dropped on tho floor to be pick
ed up. arranged und put away In the
drawer desk at tho end of tho morn
ing’s labor. He called the writing ta
ble his 'carpenter's bench' nnd tho
leaves which fell from It Ills ‘Hhnvlngs.’
“It whs at this table and in this airy
attic Mint most of the great work of
bis later life wns done. Here were
written ‘Les Mlaerubles,' 'Lea Travnll-
Jeurs do lu Mer' aud tnuny volumes of
poetry."
TRAVEL WITH A ROPE.
Be Sure You Have One Handy if You
Take a Trip to Italy.
Tho following extracts from an ar
ticle In the Woman's Home Companion
explains why no one should travel lu
Italy without a rope:
"Let me urge the tourist not to fail
to provide himself with u stout rope—
a piece of clothesline Is excellent—
with which to tie up the trunk which
Is to go into the Italian baggage car.
Jf you do not you limy miss many
train connections. It Is a trick of the
canny Italian baggage master.
“When you go to check or 'register'
your trunk at the railway station this
crafty robber will try to stick his
fingers under the lock or under the
staples at the sides. Then he will
shrug Ills shoulders and tell you bland
ly that he cannot accept the trunk for
registration, as It Is not fastened se
curely enough and If the baggageman
stole any of your effects while en
route the railroad would he respon
sible. The trunk must be tied with a
rope and seuled, be will tell you.
“You have no time to go ropo hunt
ing. You have to buy a ropo from
him. He churges you wlmt ho thinks
he enn make you pay. Tho price de
pends on how many minutes you still
have to catch your train. Then he
clips on a little leaden tag where tho
rope Is knotted, and your trunk Is offi
cially sealed. It Is a very serious of
fense to break this seal.
"Now, then. If your trunk 1b roped
when It reaches the bunds of tho boss
baggageman he Is required at your re
quest and upon payment of 2 cents
to afllx the official seal. So, aa a last
word, don't forget the rope I"
Golfar’a Graat Catch.
A good story Is told of the late Wil
liam Molllson, the actor. Playing on
a Taysldo links, he wns driving off at
the seventh hole (which stands on a
high embankment with a burn In
front), and after tbe usual waggle, he
let go. But tho head of his driver was
loose. It came off and went Into the
burn and left him with nothing but
the shaft with the whipping straight
ened out—one end attached to the
■haft and the other to the,head of the
dub. There be stood a la angler, then
he was beard to shout to his caddie:
“Get the landing net ready, you fool!
I’ve got a ten pounder herel’’—World
of Golf.
Clear Coffae.
It Is rather expensive to use an egg
•very morning to settle your coffee, as
a great many do. and It Is not clear and
free from grounds If you boll It. Put
your coffeo In the coffeepot, pour boil
ing water In and set where It will be
hot, but not boll. If you have your
coffee ground fine you will get better
flavor and It will bo ready in about ten
minutes. If ground coarse allow about
twenty minutes.
Usually Broke. s
"Father?"
“What Is it Cornua?"
“Why are some men called soldiers
of fortune?"
“I don’t know, my son. I never saw
one of them with money.”—Youngs
town Telegram.
Wise Girl.
Alice—How many times would yon
make a man propose to you before you
said yes? Marie—If you br.vo to make
blm propose better say yes the first
time.—Boston Traveler.
8amatimas Not.
“8eelng Is believing." quoted the sage.
"Oh. I don’t know. 1 see men every
day whom I wouldn't believe under
oath.”—Cincinnati Enquirer.
For that hot, “stuffy,”
“sticky,” “no-count”
feeling —
Cools—Refreshes
Stimulates
A delightful flavor
all its own
In Iced
Bottles
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Sold Hogs by Telephone
A South Carolina farmer had a large number
of hogs which were ready to kill. The weather
was so warm that killing was out of the question.
He went to his telephone, called a dealer in
Columbia over Long Distance and sold his hogs
at a good price. He then called the local freight
office and arranged for shipment.
The telephone is now a necessity on the farm.
You can have one on your farm at small cost.
See the nearest Bell Telephone Manager or
•end a postal for our free booklet.
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