Zurich Herald, 1923-04-26, Page 6AC I,
The Pioei
BY K'ATHARINE SU SANNAH PR ICHARD
Copyright by .Hod
film' sand Staughton.
CHAPTER XLIV.—(Cont'd.)
Canal sank back against Deirdre's
arm with a spasm of pain. She put
the ;pint to his lips.
"It' only I'd choked—the life out of
hila, I could die easy. But the mare
butted—I couldn't get her back to him.
The lying cur! The bargain was
made—I thought Pd got him -that
he'd 've made over his last penny to
me. Someone kept me talking outside
the Bull --it was that kid nunds his.
horses—saying that Ginger 'd gone
lanae—and the next thing was a shot
from the creek and, McNab scuttling
amoruy the trees. Paughl" he moved
impatiently, "Why didn't I do for him
while I had the chance."
Superhuman strength animated him
for a moment lie struggled up, his
swart face stiffening, his eyes flash-
ing.
"1 can! I'm alive yet—I can,
Deirdre."
He swayed and she caught him,
breaking the shock of his fall back-
wards. Blood welled from the • open
wound; the wet pads had staunched
the flow for a moment. Steve brought
more water. She dipped fresh linen
and rags in it and bound them into
place. Conal lay heavy and still.
She bent over him; her eyes turned
questioningly to Steve.
She lifted Canal's head on to her
knees. The silence was unbroken.
"Conal," she whispered as though
she were calling him, "Conal1"
"That you, Deirdre?" he asked
huskily, but he did not open his eyes.
"If --if you could—kiss me—it's so
hard to go—feeling you near—and
that you don't care for me at all. If
only I hadn't failed you—this time! '
If only— But it was because of you I
didn't want to—kill him—unless—un-
less it was necessary. It seemed all
right—the other way—You won't
think badly of me, Deirdre?"
"No, no, Gonald dear, but don't try
to talk now."
"I've been hard on you—Deirdre--
But
ou—Deirdre—But you won't think ill of nae. It's
the way men are made—and I didn't
understand how it was with you—and
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Davey—not till that night in the hut.
If I hadn't brought trouble between
you—you might forgive me."
"Conal, Conal," Deirdre sobbed, the
tears streaming over her face. "You're
dear to nae, yourself—dear in your
own way. Haven't you always been—
and I haven't been good to you—al-
ways. My heart's breaking to ' hear
you, talk like this."
She bent over and kissed him.
Conal opened his .eyes. The mellow
light of serene happiness had drifted
into them. They rested on her face
as though they were loath to leave it.
His long fingers were knotted about
her hands.
"I'm happier than ever I was in my
life, Deirdre, darling," he whispered.
She had to stoop over him to catch
the words on his lips, so faint and
hoarsely uttered they were, as though
the thoughts left him without his lips
having power to form them. "Never
expected to put my head on your knees
—hold your hand—like this. It would
never have happened, if I'd lived, so
it's good to die. You'll look after
Ginger—`ginger for pluck'—dear old
devil—never 've got here -but for
her. And Sally—good old Sally—not
a cattle mong' like her—countryside."
of a
The ghosts flitted mile flirt d ov
ei his
lips.
"If only—"
Recollection of McNab came, ban-
ishing the peaceful happiness from his
face. His eyes blazed. There was .a
monientary struggle for breath and he
fell back fighting for life. Then, on
a long sigh, he was still.
Deirdre tried the brandy again. She
called him. She felt for his heart.
His head was very heavy on her lalees.
She stared down on the finely chiseled
features, so still, upraised before her.
Her tears raineover them. The quiet
was unbroken but for Steve's crying
like a child.
Then Sally, lying crouched against
the door of the hut, lifted her voice
in a long, mournful howl that told the
shrouded hills and all the creatures of
them that the soul of her master,
Long Conal—Conal, the Fighter—had
passed on.
CHAPTER XLV.
.Deirdre knew that McNab would
not come near Steve's while the dead
body of Conal lay there. In the morn-
ing, she saddled the chestnut and rode
into Wirreeford.
"It was you shot Conal and I'm go-
ing to let all the countryside know
it,” she said, facing McNab in the
reeking parlor of the Black Bull.
"And who do y' think will believe
you?" McNab sidled up to her, his
eyes kindling.
"Everybody who knows. you."
"And they'll say to ' you: 'How do
y' know?' 'What proof have you got,
Deirdre?' Nobody'll want to go agen
Thad McNab lest they're sure—and
nobody'lI want to be gettin' up and
givin' evidence against McNab lest
they're sure they're comin' out on the
right side of the business."
"Proof? there's proof enough!"
Deirdre's voice rang clear, though
her heart was beginning to quail. She
knew that what he said was true. She
had come with the idea of using Con -
al's death as a weapon against Mc -
Nab but it had suddenly become use-
less in her hands.
"Now look here, my dear, it's no
use bein' nasty," McNab said. "You
know and I know, there's no man in
the Wirree would go .against me 'less
he was pretty sure of getting some-
body
omebody stronger than himself to back
him. Well; is he going to get anybody?
That's the question."
Deirdre thought of M'Laughlin,
sodden with drink and as much Mc-
Nab's creature as any other man in
the Wirree.
McNab chuckled, though there was
a nervous edge to his voice.
"There's Sergeant M'Laughlin, of
course, he's police officer for the dis-
. trict. You can tell him your story if
you like. But he's a hard-headed man,
' M'Laughlin. He'll want proofs. And
then don't forget I've stili the trump
card up me sleeve."
Her immobility maddened him.
"See here, Deirdre," he said, shak-
ing with rage, "I've been patient with
you till now, and I'm not a patient.
man. Y' may not 've liked the ways
of my love-makin', but they're my
Ways. Either you take my terms or
you leave them, And if you send any
more jackanapes to nate y'll find them
served as was Conal.
"Maybe y're waitin', and hopin'
young Davey '11 come overland," he
as on,"to—to help you. Don't
let Mtn gein my way again, Deirdre.
Don't let him. If he gets in my way,{
he'll have to get out of it."
"Or you will have to get out of his
way!"
Ileixdre's eyes flashed into his, She.
sary ,:the mean, cunning soul iii them,
c She knew that it would be Davey who
would get gut, that there was no fight-
ing McNab. Davey >would ,die as Conal
had died, of a shot in the dark, or a
death -dealing stab in the back. I
McNab realized that she had mea
• stared his chances. against Davey Cam-'
eros, Davey's chances against him,
in that moment, for all her proud •
look.
"rTlieres a boat just in, the Port—'
takin'• on some cattle—brought news
from Melbourne," he said. "Davey's.
acquitted. So is the Schoolmaster.
jury didn't find there was evidence
enough to conviet, They'll be coining
along by the Albatross, She's due in
a couple of days, Johnson, Cameron's
mail, brought word. If you don't
Marry me ---if y're trot Mrs, McNab
hetet() that boat gets in—it van take
ler~ father and Steve along with It. It
goes right on to Hobart Town after
eating here."
Deirdre stumbled otit of the room.
McNah did not follow her. lile know
that elle would not fight any snore,
Ile watched het swing into her sad-
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dle and ride out along the flat, dun-
colored road to the hills. Mrs. Mary,
Ann, driving a string of snow-white
geese along the green„ ledges of • the
wayside, called to her, but Deirdre
fled on, past the cottage that the
Schoolmaster ' and she had livedin,
past the out-cronppings of gorse .be-
ginning to bud goldenly on the ,edge of
the plains. �,„,,
And McNab chuckled softly,- rub=
bing his hands together.
CHAPTER' XLVI.
The Albatross was. in.
Just before midday, carts and
carry -ails had clattered along the read
to the Port. Deirdre, riding down
from the hills at dawn, had seen .the
schooner on the dim shining screenof
sea and sky. There was no wind, and
like a great white bird she hovered
outside the bar, waiting for the wind
and tide to carry her into the quiet
waters of the inlet.
It was not until midday that a
breeze sprang up, sending white, curl-
ed breakers high over the bar, and the
Albatross on the crest of them came
sailing into the harbor. She rode,
furling her sails, to the log -wood
wharfon its further side. A crowed
had gathered to meet her, and it was
early afternoon before the vehicles
began to rattle back along the road to
the hills and Wirreeford. Deirdre
stood at the window of McNab's par-
lor, behind the curtains that had been
hung up in her honor, watching them.
She saw none of the curious looks
and gestures that went her way, the
pitiful glances that covered her. For.
the news of the Port that morning
beat any the boat had brought. Those'
who saw the dim white face 'of the
girl at the window and her shadowy
eyes; knew that she was Thad Mc -
Nabs wife. They knew that McNab
had driven' Deirdre Farrel into the
Port before any of them were astir
and that a clergyman had married
them in the church there.
"Why did she do . it? What could
have made her," they asked each
other.
"It wasn't for love of his beautiful
face, be sure," snarled Salt Watson.
"It's hard on the Schoolmaster.
He'll not know of it yet," somebody
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SHORT CUTS TO BEAUTY.
Here's a. quick salt rub to the rescue
of your winter skin. Ten chances to
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Deirdre neither heard nor saw them. for complicated treatments.Take a handful of table salt and
She was watching for Davey and Dan Take
it over your face and neck. Don't
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She was cut off from the world as stitute finely ground. corn meal. After
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firm and rosy.
Another quick beautifier is the two -
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them they would go on, she had de-
cided. They would wonder why she
was not on the wharf when the boat
got in, to meet them. But 'MeNab
house. Her mind was too utterly.
weary to reason further. As she
watched and waited a sense of bleak
desolation closed in on her. Her eyes`
ached for sight of the Schoolmaster's
form against the clear sky, although
she knew she would hardly see it
above the buggy and among other'
people.
She asked herself what he would do
when he found that she was not wait-
ing for him at Steve's—what he would
think when he found the letter that
was lying for him -there.
Steve would have to read it for him.
It would break his heart, the letter
that she had wept and prayed over;
but it was better that his heart should
break than that he should go to the
Island again. And Steve, poor old
Steve would die in peace some day
and be put to rest where they had pat
Conal. A magistrate—assisted in ;a
fashion by M'Laughlin and a jury--
had
ury-had duly investigated and found, that
his tragic death was an impenetrable
mystery. An "open verdict,r'A: they
called the finding.
(To be. continued.)
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