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THE B
ROKEN OATH
John Desmond stood .there. till he
was out of 'sight, which In that -.dark
night was not fav to go, a smile broad-
q ;across 'his face as he watched
the efforts of that sorry object to
which, 'In a matter of three hours, he
bad reduced Tim .Cassidy. When' 'the
black night bad taken him In its jaws
he .turned up the :steps, and none too
steadily now. All need for his mighty
effort of control had departed with
that lurching figure gone into the
darkness. He was a' drunken man,
aqd he knew it, ,but there was none
other save Iiigg,.Slattery in 'the house
to tell how be had broken his pledge
of temperance that night. For. an-
other three .hours at least, these.'chil-
dren would not • be returned .from
Stradbally; and there, was' a night's
rest in front of him. •
"But, . my God!" said he as he
ewung into- the dining -room, "I must
have another drink before I'd be get -
tin' to me bed.""`
He lifted the bottle of whisky with
which to mix his last jorum. It was
empty. He cursed it and put iC down
and then he rang the bell.
There was •no going to bed for Mrs.
Slattery in' that house so long as her
master was up: She knew. her duties,.
she hoped; and woke with a start out
of her sleep by the kitchen fire •as
the sound of the bell jangled in her
ears: Rubbing her eyes, she came
happily to the door, more glad than
Bhe could have described that there
was. still a call for her. . t+
The moment, she entered the room
she saw what 'had happened- There
stood her master,. as she had lenown
him of old for almost every night of
the first twenty years of her 'service,
a man ready,.in his tempers with his
tongue, but not less ready with the
generosity of his hand, and with as
stout a heart as yoga could wish. to
'`'find between Cork and Connemara.
,Had she, indeed, been put upon her
.oath, fuli-understanding the serious
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would have given a preference to that
twentyyearsof r
Yher service, rather
v e h.
than to that ten, with a man who sat
reading his ''Irish Melodies," and
brewed his tea "Strong for the mere
sake of haying something with a
'taste to it, • . .
"D'ye want anythink'at '•all'?" said
he, and 'gvith half a •g%airce, if merely
'from the dejeoted attitude of it on
the' table, saws: that the black bottle
was empty; and what it 'was was
needed, of her then,
"`D'ye want anything at' all?" she
repeated, this second thee in the tone
of one who asks,,,not for the need of
information, anon, -but to help the matter
out.
He looked at the' black bottle on
the. table. He looked' at her. Hav-
ing told ber on two separate occasions
to take the damned' stuff away, she
thought it was no more. than a ques-
tion of pride with him then, little
dreaming haw, in that :moment, it gall
lay against the .honor of his bargain
with the Lord God.
Had it been the matter merely of
pouring the last drop out of the black
bottle—that one last drink. before he
went to bed—he would not have hesi-
tated so• long as to take the, breath
of deliberation. 'But to' fetch a 'new
bottle, listening' to all those, sounds
of a cork being drawn, to that gurgle
of the liquid which only a full bottle,
young in its..possibilities, knows how
to make, that was a temptation be-
fore which he, stood in no uncertain
apprehension. •
He turned his eyes for the last
time on Mrs. •Slattery, in just such a
mood as when 'a man spins a coin,
or when, knowing full well the unfal-
tering indecision of his mind, the,
it
to chance to make it up for him.
"Would ye say I was drunk?" he
asked, and stood with his full height
by ' the mantelpiece,,: summoning, in
this final effort to keep his word, .the
last of that amazing. assurance with
which he had maintained his pride in
the presence .of Tim Cassidy.
A moment passed in •silence as Mrs.
Slattery, with her ,head critically on
one side, stood watching him, caught
up in a wonder •of what she was ex -
petted 'to say. But • the leiligth of
.that moment was too great a strain
tor him, The line of the wall behind
Mrs. Slattery's broad back tilted to a
sharp angle bathe shaking balance of
his. mind. .He swayed against the
mantelpiece to set it right,
"I'm not getting the gout, surely,' at.
this , time of me 'life," said . he, • and
caught up his foot and rubbed it with
his hand to give account for that un-
steadiness.. ,It deceived her, howev-
er, no more. than it did him. What
is more, she remembered that omin-
ous prophecy of the little doctor's so
Many years ago, when. wishing to
keep him from alt' that hunger of the
drink she saw crept back again to his
eyes, she said . the thing it seemed
most like to save `him from himself.
"Is .it 'the way you want the
trooth?" said she. '
"I do," • he replied. "Shure, what
call is there for yo(t to be teilin' lies
and neither -of. us ` believin' 'em? .1
want the naked trooth," he added,
"for it means the 'iiivil of a lot to me."
"'Tis drunk ye are, then," said she,
believing it was better for him that
he should go back to his moping and
his melodies, whatever' -the loss might
mean to her, and that this was ethe
quickest way to send him:
• "Are ye sure of that?". said he.
"I am;" said she. •
"And how do you know it?" he -:ask -
"There's a ' twinkle in your eye,"
said she "would make' me 'laugh and
I standin' before the Load God- n the
lonesome wastes of heaven itself. -let
alone the gout's in your foot," said
sb e.
With a great breath of relief, he let
go his endurance then, and swinging
across the room .to-•, waere she stood,
he clapped his hands on her ample
shoulders, and he • laughed into her
face like a boy that is let out of
school: • .
"Firra, ,didn't. I do me best!" he
said, "an' I shtan•din' there as straight
as a plasterer's lathe, till the wall
went crooked' On me, . and I 'leanila'
against the mantelpiece to keep the
house front td'mblin'! I did lily best'
to make ye think I was sober,, but if
ye can see me the way I'd be drunk,
then,.glory be to God, give me another'
bottle and let me have the joy of it.
The .half of a thing is no good to any
man,' Get me another bottle, I'm say-
ing. If 'I've 'broken me oath, shore'
I'll break, it dacint. 'Tis a whole break
has hopes of mendin'."
She left him then, at her wits' end,
though with some hope. of'"light in the
darkness of her bewilderment. He
had broken his oath!
To whom, then, ,had be sworn to
keep sober, and... why? -She- talked-
about It loudly to herself on the way
to the kitchen, while 'she drew ' the
cork oat of .the battle,, ,and no, less'
on her way back to the dinfhg-room.
"'Tis a quare' thing," said she, over
and ever again, and felt no -little hurt
to her pride that..it had been kept a
secret from her.:
"Aren't 1 thirty years in service,"
She muttered, lowering her voice as
she came `to the door, "and, if alters-
-titans the like of that are going tie be
made ih the house, shure, oughtn't I.
to be told about it? I ought, of
course."
Slie was determined, therefore, in
her own phrasing, to learn the rights•
of it, and came, again into the prein.
ence of John Desmond, With little re-
semblance of spirit te tire woman'sbe
had been but a few hours before.
"Here's your drink," said she, and
stood the Mottle on the table with Si
clatter- that pronounced the temper of
her mind.
"Here's your drink,. and I'd like to
'' thaw the meaning of all this ,blather:
.about taking the .stuff away,.the way;
ye'd be curaln' me one minute for;
tbringint it,. and order1a!,.rne to -fetch
he lin ti Sven tY, 'The ilstlon is
�tivl#at 'thatl„
e h d' uta .his .hand; .and they b>zth
at thesilettw a as •they lis-
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toned,
up the ',drive came t e sound of a
horse's boots Steit tto ed wearil v
•
yover
the gravel ettriala the, eruuchin$
noise of Wheels behind it. •
A LITTLE MAT' Frl ,:,:OF UGNFISTY
There,• was a Maragpt's space when
Mrs Slattery lop}tedA"to her master
for a course; of'aetiot . But when. the
..•, . , sound of a man's voice. outside reaeh-
t„ ed,'thr3ii';ears, and'it. was the voice of
next. 1 m no 'child. said sate, Father ',Casey, at whioh, John D..esmond
made no movement or signified his
ihtni
,net n of escape,e
ogood
tli woman
laid. : bare the plain-a-iptentien of ber
mind regarding Patricia,.and, as ten.
thousand women would have done in
a similar plight, aought refuge in
evasion.
With four stupendous blasts from
Iter Inflated cheeks, she blew out the
candles-, bringing .the ''room to dark-
ness and, with the tremor of a smile
twitching the corner . of. his lip,' he
sten he
d there in silence watching her.
When the last one was put out, there
was a broad.smile over his face, and
he spoke with that' voice she knew
well was bordering -upon laughter;
"What did, you do that far?" said
he,. • (-
"Didn't ye hear Father Casey an'
he speakin' outside?" she exclaimed in
a wonder at "his lethargy,
"I did,"'said he,,"but that's not the
way to welcome him. ,What did' ye
do it for?"
There was now the quaver of tears
in her voice as she*replied that she
bad done it to save him from discov-
ery.
"If ye creep up quietly through this
other door," said she;'."ye can get to
your bedroom and go in yeer stockie'
vamps, the way no person 'ud be hear-
in' ye, and ye can slip into yeer bed
and be as- fast asleep as a beast and
he stiff and dead."
"I could," said, he, • and he struck a
match, lighting the four candles -with
an unsteady hand.
"Well, why aren't ye doin' it in the
name of God?" she'cried.
"I've not been stealing the jam out
of the -cupboard," said he, -which e a
theft any' man might escape leis Whip -
pin' for if -be was hungry. I've been
breaking me bargain with the Lord
God, which is a. sairlbus offence, and
if a' beat .ean't stand up straight be-
fore Father Casey and deceive him
like an honest man, shure, I must take
the consequences."
Mrs. Slattery lifted her hands in a
mute appeal to„Heavep, and put them
'back again upon her breast. John
Desmond bent .forward, leaning upon'
the table for support, and looked c.ose
into her. face.
"Let's have no more of all yeer
'blather about- the honor •df' a voca-
tion for Pat,' said he, a,nd• the tone
of his voice was. thick, but .it was
shrewd in the sound'of it. "'Ye've got
a big enough.. heart of yeer own,.' -..said
he,' "will satisfy the Lord God and He
satin' in Heaven with His scales
weighin' out the good and .bad, There's
'no call for ye to",be,like them miser
able, strivin'. creatures, would be no •
mare than dealers for the Almighty
God, the way they'd be coliectin' •the
souls of others to keep their .own from,
damnation. Open- that door now, the
while I'd be seein' • 'could- I walk
straight out into the hall and find out
what all, this noise is about.:`
She turned to the door and she„op-
ened if, -•sniffing at the tears that were
beginning to glisten on her cheeks..
"Open it wide,” said he, "the way
I shall be sure of it. Isn't the whole
place like a tossin' ship and I dunno
whether to put nae feet to the floor,
or wait till f comes to me. Are ye
,all right• now?- Well, come along now
and tell nee if 'I'm 'bearing for the
(scullery."
lie swayed across the room and out
into tltieaball R ten... he exoreRsinn nn
Mrs, Slattery's face vas _as one, who
has put her last penny irn••t'he gamb-
ling board. and seen it swept away. '
With e, magnificent gesture, slie
swung the hall door open, and there
stood 'Father Casey at the very mom-
ent of lifting the knocker in his hand.
VI
THE CASE AGAINST JOHN-
DFIMOND
"She's' all righ.t," said Father Casey
as he passed througb 'the doorway.
"Ye needn't worry yeerself, she's alI
right.. Mickey McNamara lent his
carriage, and she's come back ' the
way she might •ha been, lying in a
feather bed."
This he considered Was the 'best
way to break bad 'news. but. to .tohn
Desmond, sensitive already' in his
conscience, it sounded like h•: second
visitation of God.
He made up• his, mind to it that
something had happened., to his Pat,
and the fear of it—as with the• -fear
tbat -came upon him once before
chilled him to.. a sudden sobriety, He
held fast on tie handle of the door
aud, in 1be dim light from those four
dandles in the dining -room, be stared
af' Father Casey, unable for that ant
moment to speak the apprehension of
his mind. -
"Which is it?" he asked at last, as
he saw- them outside, bringing• a, help-
less burden from the carriage. Not-
withstanding all their gentleness, he
heard a groan of pain as they bore it
across the drive to' the ,steps.
Hearing that moan as well, Mrs.
Slattery, standing behind him, could -
,bear it no longer. They are all fat-
alists in Ireland, and the, same fear
as in John Despond's mi'ind.. was..
0/neither ,t her heart. With a Little
sixtotherecrcry, she pushed past him
and hurried down the steps.
"Whieh is it?" repeated' John Des-
mond in a broken whisper:
"'Tis Margaret," said Father"Casey.
"The poor thinj. got her hair caught
alight in one of those gf'mcraek Chin-
ese lanterns, and 'tis burnt she is oil
ber head and neck. But she's all
right. Here's Dr. O'Co rfer with her.
They called him up ass ,they came
through Portlaw and they •sent for
me, they fearin' she might be worse
than she was." • p�
They stood outside in' the hall a
the burden was brought in and ear-
iri`ed `straYght away tipstalft Mrs. Slat-
tery .speeding off to the- kitchen to
,peepers soothing (bandag.$ , res Y as
she would be' on the lest—day r f her
ilfe'to ease the pains• and teenblee of
that hotlsehold. •
;The other girls' went hinniediately. .
itfi into their rooms, and"- -Sohn Des -
it the
beginning to, work herself .into high
s i itthe
satthought oftei s
r h aria
n
..Pg �
.that had •b.eety dealt out .to .her. "I'aa
no child!"
• •'tI've thought a lot ,,of quare tbings
about .ye," said he, "but I've never
mane a mistake as egreegious , as
theta'
"Well, then, what's on ye," she
cried, "to be niakin' play With me as
if I were? Didn't 1 bring these things
to ye three hours ago, and ye sober,
the waye' be uttin' the curs. on
Y d P e
me fo:r'a meddlesome old.woman, and
isn't it drunk ye are now, and ye.
begging for more." .
"'Tis not the man would be sober
_would be- waiitin' the drink, the like
of him drunk, and he needle' the
entertainment of ` a second bottle to
keels company with the first. If ye'll
sit down, .then," said"he, "for;.it makes
the lege ache under -,me •to see the
weight ye'd be earryin' for a mere
matter of 'civility—if ye'll sit down
there, 'I'll tell ye the whole business
while I have the sinse in me to be
seein' what I'm lookin' at. I'll give
ye the Whole business, and 'tis yeer-
- self is sober can tell me what . is the
rights of it .(before Almighty God:".
• Having brewed himself another
bowl and lit his pipe, ,without which
,it was his habit to say no man knew
the spirit' of contentment, he proceed-
ed to give her the whole account of
Father Casey' 'visit to Waterpark
;that night well nigh ten years before.
One way and •another she looked at
him all through his narration of the
incident, sometimes shaking her, head,
as she considered the imprudence. of
.has part of the bargain, at others
laughing loud at. the wit he had in
his descriptions of Father Casey.
"Tjiere he sat'," said •he, pointing
to the chair the little, priest had oc-
cupied, "the way he might have been
in an attorney's office; and be draw -
in' out a deed to make .his client a
good man in the eyes of the- world
and the'. very divil himself in the eyes
of God.
"Couldany attorney ds that?" said
she.
"He could," said he. "'Tis that way
a priest has a bigger business than
wan would be.,paintin' his name on
an office Window. Shure, .dpesn't be
spend half 'his days gittin' a man 'to
'bake his premises to the LorstaGod,
and the other half in inakin',the peace
of :the. pore fella with the Lord God
for breakin' 'em?"' 'Tis agreed trade,
I'm telling ye,•for 'tis that•way a man
gets paid both sides of the .counter.
But '•tis pore• pay," he added, "and. I
dunno' would he make a livin out of
it if there were nine days in,a short -
week." '
For a• while he pulled at his pipe,.
losing all count of the natter in hand
with the joy it was to be indifferent
once again to the beauties of the
"Irish Melodies,"
It was Mrs.• Slattery, sitting down
on one of the dining -room chairs aped
uncomfortable in that familiarity with
her piaster, who, having twisted a but-
ton on her dress all it hung by a
mere thread, set the conversation go-
ing again by asking him what he was
going to do now. •
• "I'm not sayin'," said she quickly,
"that .1'd want to have ye keep yeer
bargain, and I'm •not sayin' I'd like
to have ye break it, for 'tis great hon-
or that child would be Jeavin', azid'sl'e'
wish" a voca tori" i emir ha. hblyTil'e:"
':In the name of God; then," ,he
shouted suddenly, "what are ,ye say -
in' at all? If there's one thing that
beats me, it, is a woman when' she
bits to be explainin' her fnindy•and• she
fying the wits of the Leiria" God• into,
an almighty ,knot the way it 'ud tease
the patience of any saint in heaven to
be untyin' it for Hint, Am 1 drunk?
That's the first question. Will ye an-
sive•i,me that?"
Notwithstanding that she had given
icer opinion on this matter some •time,
before, when he had taken less drink
even than at,•that moment, she look-
ed at him \with the light of • a fresh
intelligence in her eyes. •
• "There's being drunk and havin' •a
drop taken," said she, shrewdly pre-.
paring for the change in her opinion.
'But he would have none of 'that. In:
the state of mind he was tb.en, he felt
happy enough to , admit the most
damning evidence against himself.
"There is," said he cheerfully, "and,
I
thank the Afmiglity God it is pos-',
•sible for a man to be pleadin' guilty
on both counts at the same time.
Shure, isn't the floor of this dining -
room swimming ,arout1d" like a boat
would be tossin' gently 'in a—in a—
summer swell of the sey? . And aren't
those candles there dancin' about on
the table like four acolytes at a High
Mass? Glory be to God,, would• ye
want there to be' mord drink in a
man than that 'and still call him sob-
er? Why, ye've got the most beauti-
ful. expression... on your face ever I
saw in my life, and if that doesn't
convince. ye that I'm drunk ye'll have
to take me word for it. Oh, shore
I'm drunk, but the question is, will I
be doing better for that child if I, Con-
fess it, and she going her Ways into
a- convent •after alt . Share, woman!
We've, been' drinkin' nothin' stronger
than -tea for the wast fifty years, and
ye ought to be sober enough to give
me an answer to .that:"
"I'm not. sayin; it won't be a great
(honor," she began again,
"Shure, we know that," said he,
"and 'twould be a .great honor' for me
to be crowned at Westminster with
all those dirty Saxons bendin' their
knees to' me, but I dol bt• wouldn't I
sooner be a free man drinkin' m.e
punchat this table."
"The question is,". continued Mrs.
.Slatte y, taking no more notide of
him, now that, bis 66/Witten Was at:e-
-aepted by Moth—"the question is,
would,ye ever be'sober again if ye
lose.' her after all these yore!'
''Shure, that's no question at all,"
said he. "Iiia gettin' on for sixty
years; -and 'tis no Matter one 'way or
ant)t ler_ eotild f Thew out a candle lin
0i
ons,wiping th9 ,molstur0 olf = s..
forehead 'with .a great red pocket
li andker'cbief, . walked etreig'1)t into the
aloins-i'ooxn, ueaex efimsidering, with
that . violent rettetian of relief, the
• proal of ` hip •glint which was, to be
found t#,axe: With au'bb 14.q. i his.
hands, lather Casey followed him, and
at the Bight or the itttid all:'steam
ing in the puziehpowl, the once black
boldo 004ress£4g its einptdniuM Vett
from the rest and the other uncarked
UPPU , the tray, his eyes shot Iiprward
in a swift glance at the man where
bargain with we„, Lord God he had
witnessed and 'ratified in that very
dining --room ten years before.
"Been l`;.avina a drop of 'lite stuff?"
said he quietly, and John Desmond
turns
d round
tothe realization
of
that damning piece of evidence before
him
„There was Tim Cassidy," said he,
by no means, even in the face of those
silent yet potent witnesses, admitting
his defeat --"there was Tim Cassidy
and :he anxious to buy a horse of me.
And 'twee the divvle's own chance ,I
sold ft to him at all."
With graphic and illuminating
touches, full of wit and brimming with'
the Humor of observation which was•
only additional proof of bis intoxiea-
tion • in the mind of Father Casey, he
friedd o distract straet the suspicion of the
little priest by a vivid description of
the interview that had taken place:
"'There's no sale then,' says I,
and didn't he get up to his feet and
he goin' straight to the door like the
crafty divle he is. 'If there's no sale,'
says he, 'Shure, Ind better be gettin'
home, .for I've a sow is farrowin' this
night, and I must git home and • help
her through with it.' And there was
e man wouldn't lift his little finger
-to Help his wife through a parcel of
twins if a' he there was a shillin' he'd
lost in his own riekyard, •So what
did I do?"
"Ah, what did . ye do?" inquired
Father asey, and John Desmond
knew, that he was no better than a
criminal in the witness -box, giving his
own evidence in the •cold hearing of
a cross-examination barrister who had
no more heart in him than would
serve to bring evidence of the satis-
fied conviction already in his mind. .
"What did ye.do?" he repeated.
"I stretched out me arm," said John
Desmond, arid with a • certain degree
of caution, he illustrated the action as
''he spoke, "and I rang the bell.. 'Ye'il
have a little drop,' says 'I, 'before you
go,' and begorra, he took to ut, and
didn't shtop and didn't .he have a drop
and didn't I make .a bargain worth
seventyenve " pounds on that ,horse,
wh.ich'll put me in the.way of givin'
ye 'a nice little subscription • to that
new organ or whatever it is Ye have
plaein' the little tchunes of•a Sunda'."
Even•a cross-examining barrister is
human and 'will thaw for a .moment
I1
an
,I'lie 'wrap`s' 444491. picnic
No• 41004 •aud Filiee sooneored by
the popular' tdaohe4' Of the past .two
years, Mgt:Marie ]dour Was ` held
on the. school ,grotlinds on k'riday after
.cellon. A series •.of races,' awl garlics
took place f17r:-which numerpnt i►1'i
were awarded. Ali. present '$erto gJ Y-
en a treat' of Cream, follovWii;r ,
wflich Mass. Dillon wAR tend/Sa,eA .a.'
farewell tribute. A presentation
a dressing
tubte'set and a
sanlw
i;h
plate was made ay Joan Thompson
and I{eith Regan, while 4udrey creta-
mer read the following address:
Dear Miss Dillon: , We, the pupils'
Rf.U.S.S. No. 1, Logan and Ellice, have
•
under the warm breath of a corepli-
meet, though it may come from the
lips of the criminal in a dock him-
self, and Father Casey was .sadly m
needof f
un f t n
ds r that organ. He
4 g
had appealed to Waterpark ' -some
weeks before, and. in vain. There was
rot a penny in the.house at -that time
and as John Desmond ,said, he could„
sing out of'tune just, as well witlt,'an
old organ atwith a new one.
But that moment of, pleasurable
warmth at the, thought ofa snbstan-
,tialh subscription to'liis 'cherished"am-
bition soon passed.
' The look hardened in, his eyes, as
he turned them once more upon those
two black bottles standing on the
table, and John Desmond knew that
Much of the battle between them was
yet to be foegh.t, that the odds of it,
moreover, were still against him-
(Continued Next Week) -
nual
gatiti'ed here today, to -say,
and to- wish; you sucreasr.aa
S'eat's.• V4re appreciate y
the way in which you ha
into our contmun:ay anti,
You willingly,. gave your tint.,
ergyto make: any social gatixeai,
w.hieh you took -part a success .•
our •shlleel you have sought toe..lite
in brew 79ainds of the pupils;•.:1?rlaedp
e
air ltlinduess, laqnesty and :aim
Pest bsg to.: erpre s our .._4J
e 1
t'
tn.s h om• ."
g. f
r. w
a , .
� s n
f is . lna
-value, blit a."s a token pt oul';aPizAe+ll;
tion. •We <extend oil's hearty ws
fel.' your comic's. success and hasp
Hess, Signed on bebalt of the p1i
of CI;S S. No,, 1•,. Login anal ,F�lic tl
Miss F411014 responded'. •,"> atet :.
Idhwerishoefds. the,pupils eonti>xued She . has_..:b.een engaa'ed• -..S. l`To. 8, Logan; fo'r°,teas;
e'ut3uipg 'year: .
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