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No. 49 I' AITBl'UL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. D y 01. n A SERIES OF THE MOST THRILLING DETECTIVE STORIE EVER PUBLISHED j SINCLE I t NUMBER. f GEORGE MUNRO, PUBL I SHE R Nos. 17 to 27 VANDEWATER STREET, NEW YORK. Old Sleuth Librar y. Issned Q u a r t e rly. By Subscription, Fi tty CentR e r Annum. Entered at the Post Office at Ne w York at CJ""" R.ates.-J1n e 28. 1890. Oopyright.An in 1 675. h\' M unro. 5 PRICE ( 1 0 CENTS.} FAIT.HFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. Vol. III. .A. STO:E?."'Y" OF COOLNESS .A..G.A..J::l'-TST C"'O"NNJ:NG. BY OLD SLEUTH. NEW YO R K : GE O RG E MUNRO P U BLISHER, 17 TO 'rl VANDEWATER STREET


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I' .AITBl'UL MmE, TBE IRISH BERO. D y Of,U S f,EIJ'I'H. A SERIES OF THE MOST THRILLING DETECTIVE STORIES EVER PUBLISHED. No. 49 l SINCLE 1 NUMBER. f GEORGE MUNRO, PUBLIS.HEH, Nos. 17 to Zl VAND&WATICR STREET, Nicw YonK. 5 PRICE ( t 10 CENTS.5 Vol. III. Old Sleuth Library. Issued Quarterly.-By Subscription, Fifty Cent per Annum. Entered at the Post Office at New York at Seeond C la Rates.-June 28, 1890. Copyrighted in 1675, by George Munro. MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. A STOBY OF COOLNESS AQAJ:NST CU"NNJ:NG. CHAPTER I. "WELL, Uncle Mike, fer all the world, what's that yer doin'? It's not a duel yer goin' to fight at you r time o' day, is it ?" "Faith Janie, there's other use for deadly weapons, betimes, than fighting duels or blazing away in fair combat." "."Troth it's not murther yer intindin', Uncle Mike?" Well, Janie, if s hootin a divil in human form i s really murther, the day may come whin I 'll have to plade g uilty to the charge." The first speake r introduced to our readers was a bnxom, rosy -faced Iris h maid, and th e party whom she addressed was a gray-ha ir ed man, seated upon the piazza of a nob l e mansion which was located in the center of an extensive park. The olcl gen tl ema n above.mentioned was en gaged in polishfog the barrel of a pistol with a piece of chamo i s skin and it was thi s suggestive emp loym ent which had attracted t he atte ntion of th e maid, as she came out from the broad hall of the mansion upon the ba l cony. The old m an above mentioned would at on ce be pronounced by an observe r a r emarkable character. Re was s e em in gly about fifty years of age; his form was a little above medium hei g ht, well knit and indic a tive of great personal strength and activity. His hair was silver white, as were also a mus tac he and imperial, worn in true miliiary style. H i s silver hair wou ld indicate that his age was g reater than we have mentioned, were it not that not a wrink l e m a rred th e remarkable smoothness of his re a ll y handsome face. His clear, blue eyes, also, were as bright and blearless as those of a youth of twenty, and there was a resolute express ion upon his regular feat ures which proved that age had not t a med his spirit nor weakened in the l east the original power of hi s brain. The u sual expression of his features was mild and cheerful, and yet an ordinary observer BY OLD SLEUTH. would quickly h ave discovered that beneat h hi s mild demeanor there strugg l ed a restless ener get i c spirit which, when once aroused, would quickly discover the fury and terribleness of an enraged lion. The old man was seated upon a rustic c hair, beside which, upon the lloor of the piazza, lay a broad brimmed hat, while upon the other si de with his head restin g upon hi s fore-paws, was str etched out a massive, fierce-looking b l ood hound The red rays of an evening sun swept ac ross the va lley wh ich stretched out from the grounds of the mansion, and blazed upon the old man, as h e arose from his seat and, s hadin g his eyes with his hand, gazed a t a solit a r y hor se man who had just appea r ed upon the road which wound over the c rest of a neighbor i ng hill The g irl Janie was still stand i ng within the broad door-way, when the old mau, pointing tow a rd the distant horseman r e marked : "There comes the devil's imp Fos ter Mix, Janie, and by the pow ers! he's mounted in the manner his mas t e r is usually sa id to ride, upon a co a l b l ack horse." Janie's countenance fell, and a troubled ex pression shadowed It, as she exclaimed: "Dear me! if he's the d i vil's imp, I wish his master would fly away wid him for his i s the blackest s hadow that ever darkens these doors!" "Why do you say th at, Janie?" said the old man as he turned s u ddenly toward her, with a strange light g l eaming in his clear blue eyes. "Faith, Uncle Mike, you should know your silf, thin. Why do you ask me?" "I'll tell you why, Janie-faith, I'd lik e to know if the observation of we two have brought u s to the same conclusion "Ther e's littl e that I have observed, Uncle Mike, except tha t al ways after the v i sits of that man my beautifu l young mistress appears as un happy and g l oomy as though some fearful t id in gs had been br.ought to her." "Yer ri ght, Janie. That fiend with his sweet smile and q uiet m a nn e rs a lw ays does bring fatal tidings to this house-and if I ever put a ball throu g h a divil, Janie, I'm thinking it's that fellow's shadow will have a hole in it." What! Uncle Mike! so k i nd an' gin tie as ye are, yer wouldn't have blood on ye r hands, would ye?" "Troth, J a nie darling, it would be no new thing. I've stood ankle deep in human b l ood, darling, wh in yer old mistre ss's father-the old giueral-and I were soldiers togither. He was a greater man than I J a nie, and ha

4 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISR HERO. front of the house, the boy led the black mare away to the stables. The new-comer, Foster Mix, in his own pecul iar style, was not a less remarkable-looking per son than the old man previously described. The former was tall and slender,'and although silver threads mingled with his raven hair, he was remarkably well-preserved, and his form gave evidence of being strong and sinewy His eyes were gray, and had a cold, steely look that chilled one when he fas t ened his glance upon them. His features were regular and his complexion marble-like, as though a globule of perspiration would be frozen into an icicle, should one chance to ooze through the pores of his skin. His lips were thin, and upon them there rest ed a hard, cruel, cynical smile. As the remarkable-looking personage above describ e d ascended the steps of the piazza, the blood-hound that had lain stretched out beside Faithful Mike rose to his feet and gave utterance to a low, ominous growl, like the rum ble of distant thunder. Foster Mix heard the threatening growl of the dog and a hateful frown settled upon his face, as he said: That beast ought to be chained or shot!" 'Faith," replied M ike, as his frank blue eyes -encountered the cold, gleaming orbs of Foster Mix, "he's too civil a dog to be c h a in e d, and the fool that wou ld offer to shoot the do g might run a nate risk of gittin' a ball in his own gullet." "That's your dog, isn't it, Mike? "It's my dog, sir." Suppose I s)lould order both master and dog off the place, what would you say then?" I would say," replied Mike, that you and yer orders might to the divil before aither I or the dog wud stir a foot." "Probably you haven't le arned yet who I am.'' Well, I've made a pretty shrewd guess, sir." Have you guessed that I am the legal mas ter of this domain?" "If I iver make as quare a guess as that, I ll inform ye of it, sir." I reckon that the first information you re ceive will be to pack up your traps and be off." "Well, I reckon, Mr. Foster Mix, with all due respect to you, that the individual that tinders me that information will be apt to re ceive a kick tha t'll make him go lame for a bill" Well, suppose I give you that information, what will you say then?" "Faith, whin I receive the information, it will be time enough for me to answer yer question." We shall see, said Foster Mix, as he stalk ed, with a heavy tread, into the house. CHAPTER II. AT the very instant that Faithful Mike had espied the solitary rider upon the black horse, a young lady had appeared at a window over looking the pi az za, and had also descried the approaching horseman. Instantly a look of terror illumined her glori ous eyes, a pallor overspread her beautiful face, and she clasped her .fai r hands to her bosom in stinctiv e ly as though to quell the tumultuous throbbing s of her agitated heart. Sadly she turned from the window, and with bowed bead and thoughtful step paced the rich ly carpeted floor of the apartment. Z e n'.lbia Deane was one of those queenly beau ties but rarely met with. Every art i stic touch known to nature ap peared to be bestowed upon this lovely g irl, as the seasons roll ed by, bringing her toward wom anhood, and molding her in the rarest form ot beauty. Not a charm appeared lacking; ev ery feature seemed cast after a picture stolen by nature from a poet's dream o! the form and face of an angel. Unlike many others who might beher peer in beauty, her features were not marred by an ex pression that was not pure and artless, showing that with the form and face of an angel had been given an angel's soul also Such a beauty was she, that maturer years, ifher form was not invaded by disease, or wast ed by sorrow, would add to its queenliness. One gazing upon her might imagine that, like the famous Cleopatra, time would but add to charms; or like the Assyrian queen, after whom she was named, she would grow more bea utiful with her years. After pacin g once or twice across the large and luxuriously furnished apartment, this beautiful girl suddenly halte d in the center of the floor, and raising her head proudly, casting back the wealth of dark hair wh ich crowned it, she exclaimed, in tones of thrilling sweetness: "Why should I fear this man so? Why should I dread the rev ealing of what he calls that terrible secret, the knowledge of which would blast my young life?" Again she paced the floor, and with her beau tiful hands clinched, resumed her soliloquy, by exclaiming: Were I alone to be ihe sufferer, I would defy Foster Mix, and dare him to unravel this horrible mystery; but he tells me that one oth e r would suffer with me. Ay I he t e lls me thaL the telling of this secret would rob me of this estate. I could stand that and laugh in his face. I could give up eve r y rood of tliis rich dom a in, if thereby I could earn the privilege of driving that man from my presence; but my motherhe says the t e lling of the secret mi g ht not kill her, but would make the agony of the remain ing moments of her life worse than the torments of hell." Again Zenie stepped to the window, and stood there watching th e approach of Foster Mix as he walked his horse up the avenue toward the house, with a look of loathing and horror upon her face, such as one might wear when w a tch ing the slimy coils of a serpent wriggling toward one. A moment later there came a firm rap at the room door. Zenia turned from the window and said: '' Uome in.'' The door opened, and with a smile upon his pale, hard face which was intended to be very fascinating Fosler Mix eutered the room. "Ah, my lovel y cousin!" he said, "every day appears to bring an additiona l charm to your lovely presence." To-day has brought," replied Zenie, the one dark shadow that overhangs my existen ce. "And what is that, beautiful cousin?" "Your presence!" And are you still resolved to speak thus dis dainfully and petulantly to me?" If a simple word would prevent your ever pre se nting yourself to me again, I would speak it." That word has not been coined, Zenie; but there is a word tbat you can speak that w ill re move every shadow from your path foreverthat will make your future an e l ysium of bliss." Indeed! and what may that talismanic word be?" "Simply-Yes." "Yes! in answer to what? " Have I not asked you to be my wife? I ask you a9ain. Say yes, and it becomes the magical word.' Foster Mix, if a serpent should lay coiled at my feet, and should spring up with its hood ed head beside my ear and hiss therein, Let me infold you in my coils, and I will warm the chill in your heart,' think you that I could ac cept such a remedy? Never! Sooner should my heart turn to ice." Well, Zenie, what does all that horribl e picture amount to ? "It amounts to this, that I would as soon trust the cold coils of the serpent to warm me as to trust to your love for future happiness." A dark, fiendish look settled upon the face of Fosler Mix, a lurid li ght flashed in his eyes, and hia thin lips twitched with passion, as he said, in a low, hissing ton e of voice: I have borne your petulance, I h a ve smiled at and forgiven your sneers, but I will not bear your insulte-not from such as you." "Foster Mix, what do you m ea n when you lay such stress upon the words 'Not from such as you?'" I mean precisely what I say. I was born a gentleman, and you-" "Well. what of me?" That is my secret." '' Indeed! I catch a suggestion from your words.'' Then, if you have cau ght the right one, you know the brink on which you stand; there fore, do not dare me, nor defy me, or my secret shall be cast to the four winds of heaven." "I do defy you, and I dare you to speak!" replied Zenobia, with passionate earnestness. I would speak, but ev e n the manner in which you have treated me has not so hard e n ed me that I should wish to be a witness to your agony and torture when my lips a r e unsealed." "You dare not speak. You call yourself a gentleman, but I proclaim you a coward." A woman can call a Kentuckian a coward, when it would cost a man his life But listen: do you believe Counselor Wingate a friend of your family?" "Wh,y do you ask that question?" I will explain presently." :\\'Iy father trusted him and, therefore, T keow th a t I can trust him." "That is sufficient. I have revealed my se cret to that eminent lawyer, your father's friend. I have furnished him with the proofs of my revelation. I h ave also informed him that h e Is at liberty to make the revelation to you when ever you demand it." I shall demand it at once." "Very well, then, fair cousin; for the present I will relieve yon of my h a teful presence. When we meet again, you will have l ea rned of my magnanimity. You will learn how I bore your taunts and sneers when I might h av e crush e d you with a word. You will learn how I honored you when I offered you my hand in marri age, and how generous 1 w as, under the circumstances, not to solicit a more questionable relation." These terrible words, fraught with s u c h fear ful sugges tion, chilled Z e ni e s heart with hor ror. She was stricken speechless, so that when, with a cold, polite bow, Foster Mix moved toward the door, she was unable to call him back and demand an explanation. With a firm, proud step he l eft her presence, while Zenie tottered across the room to a sofa, and throwing herself upon it lay like one bereft of reason by some sudden horror. In the meantime, Foster Mix strode down the stairs, stepp e d out upon the piazza, and whistled for the colored boy. The latter quickly appeared, and as com mand e d, soo n brought around the black mare As Mix mounted and drove down the broad avenue toward the entrance to the park, the final gray light of the departin g day was the darkness .of a moonless ni g ht. Slowly the rider of the black horse walked his steed along the forest-shaded road, when suddenly his thoughts and meditations were disturbed by behold in g the dark fig ure of a man in the road directly in front of him. Brin g in g his horse to a halt, Foster Mix drew a pi s tol from his pocket, and after deliberately cocking it, he exclaimed: Who's there?" "Faith! it' s Captain Mike Carragher, at your servfoe." "Well," replied Foster Mix, "as I desire no service at the hands of Capt ain Mike Carragher, I would advise that gentleman to be off himself before a bullet interferes with his loco motion. "Begorral it' s bullet to bullet before I stir a fut!" CHAPTER III. HE was an old Mexican soldier, and was used to sc e nes of blood. He was a man of undoubted physical c ourage He had been a principal ip several blood,r duel s and was feared and respected for hlS reckless courage, even by bold, desperate men. And yet he stayed his hand, and refrained from the stout-hearted old Irishma n who barre d his passage. Why did he thus refmin'I Becaus e he valued th e old man's life, and did not wish to kill him ? No; he cared no more for the life of faithful Mike than he did for the rabbit that burrowed on the road-side In fact, in his inmost heart, he w"ished that Mike were dead, but for ce rt ain reasons he pre f e rred that the brave old man should die by some other hand than his. His reason for this preference was because he knew that Zenie Deane loved and respectetl the old man Loved him because he had been her father's friend and comrade in the Mexican War. as it may seem crue l heartless, and unprincipled as he was-Foster Mix also loved Zepie, and he dared not incur her increased hatred by having the blood of her faithful old friend on his hands. Ente1ed according to A.ct of Congrue, (n the vear 1875, b11 GEORGE MUNRO, in the o.lflce of the Llbrariai< of Congreu. Washington, D. C.


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 5 In reply to Mike's defiant retort, as recorded in the preceding chapter, Foster Mix said: I was only joking with you, Captain Mike; a man of your years is safe at my hands." "No thanks to ye for your clemency, on ac count of my age; like yourscl', I'm a n old sol dier, and when it comes to a combat, begorra! it' s on equal terms we ll meet!'' See here, Captain Mike, you may succeed in exhausting my patience; in that case, I'll !av my riding-whip across your shoulders, in stead of according you the honor of a shot." "Faith! as far as the honor is concerned, I'd feel as elated over au exchange of shots with you, Foster Mix, as I would with an ordinary highwayman." The face of Foster Mix turned livid with rage upon hearing the se insulting and taunting words. He saw at a glance that for some re aso n Mike had waylaid him with the deliberate intention of provoking a quarrel. He knew, al so, that the Irishman was a man of courage and daring; but the well born Kentuckian did not recognize him as a gentleman a nd an equal, otherwise a combat would instantly have followed the first few words that the two men exchanged. The firm, co ld hand of Foster Mix tightened upon the butt of his pistol, and yet he refrained from firing, for the reason above stated. .A moment's silence followed Mike's last re mark, which was finally broken by Foster Mix, who said: find you gone, hag and baggage, or it's a cer tainty that you'll spend the remaining years of your life behind a prison wall." "F!ith, yer friends will h ave attended a funeral before that happens.'' Foster Mix sprung into his saddle, and, as he urged hi s horse forward he said: We understand each other now; see that you heed my words." F a ith, we do unders tand each other," re plied Mike, "and I reckon I have shown my teeth as well as you." Without further words, Foster Mix galloped away beneath the starlight, while Mike traversed the valley road toward home. After the departure of her cousin, when suffi ciently recovered from the shock of his cruel words, Zenie Deane had dispat c hed a messenger to Louisville, sixteen miles distant, to summon Colonel Wingate, the family lawyer. Upon the following day, just before noon, the counselor arrived on horseback, and a few mo ments later was shown into the presence of the daughter of his former friend and employer, General Deane. No traces of the suffering which she had en dured appeared upon the face of the beautiful Zenie, when, after greeting Colonel Wingate, Elle s a id: Foster Mix has made certain revelations to you. I demand to know their import!" Regard for your youn&" mistress still preCHAPTER IV vents me from heeding the msults of one of her menials." COLONEL WINGATE was a handsome, gray" It's a lie that you sp a ke, Foster Mix, when haired old gentleman evidently upward of you called me a menial!" sixty. As the words fell from the Irishm an's lips, His features were handsome and regular, and the Kentuckian leaped from his saddle, and adtheir expression mild and benignant. vancing rapidly, struck Mike over the head When unexpectedly addressed by Zenie, as with his ridin g-whip. recorded, a troubled look shadowed his face, In an instant he measured his length upon the sadness beamed from his eyes, and his voice was road, from a blow delivered square between the sympathetic and tremulous, as he replied: eyes from Mike's clinched fist. I indulged a hope that you would never de-In an instant he was upon his feet, a pistol mand this revelation from me." fl.ash illuminated the darkness and a bullet Nevertheless, I do demand it." whizzed in close proximity to Mike's he ad Have you the least idea of the nature of this Rapid firing from both instantly sncceeded, revelation ?" and in less than two minutes each had emptied I have.'' his five-barreled pistol. "Please slate your idea," and the lawyer Although both were excellent shots, owing to buried his face in hi s hands and was silent. the darkness, and the rapidity of their firing, I believe," said Zenie, that this terrible seneither of them was struck. cret relates to my father's will." An interval followt!d the discharge of the last In what m a nner ?" asked the lawyer, withshot; each was watching to see if the other had out removing his face from his h a nds. been injured; at l ength Make observed: "From the suggestions thrown out by my "Mount yer horse, and away with ye, Foster co usin yesterday, it suddenly flashed upon my Mi x; as it is, we stand quits on to-night's divermind that I was to inherit my father's property sion. Whin we meet again ayther of us may only on certain conditions.'' have betther 1 uck." What do you suppose those conditions The well-trained black mare had stood moare?" tionl ess in the road during the pistol discharg es "My father evidently was blinded to the real and as Foster Mix stepped forward a nd se ized character of his nephew Foster Mix." his horse's bridle, he said: "That may be possible; but what has that It is a truce between us for the present." fact to do with the conditions of his will?" Be go rral I don't see as it can be anything I have thought that it might be possible that else, seeing as neither of us have a shot left." my father, believing in the integrity of my "I have some curiosity to know why I was cousin, had made it a stipulation that I should waylaid and assaulted." m arry Foster Mix to inherit." "Faith, ye shall have that same gratified. Ye "And do you believe that to be the revelation insulted me in the afternoon." that I have to make?" And is that the only reason for this night I have thought that it mi ght be." attack?" What object would your father have in It was not the only reason." making such a stipulation?" What other reason had you?" He may have thought that thereby he would "Faith. I'll not be mouthing ii! If I had prevent his orphan child from becoming the killed ye I think I d done the world a service!" victim of some unprincipled fortune-hunter." "Then you are a proclaimed murderer!" "You wrong your father's confidence in You are the last man, Foster Mix, to fire yourself." that epithet from between yer teeth, with the "Then I have made a mistake, and this is not foul record ye have toyer own credit the fearful secret?" "Why did you want to kill me?" "You have made a mistake.'' "To preventadivil's imp like you from mur"You a re privileged to reveal the secret to thering my dead friend's daughter by inches." me?" So you are the volunteer champion of Mi ss I a m." Deane, are you?" T,b.en I demand t bat you do so." I am, as long as there s power enough left .For a full minute the lawyer remained with in my forefinger to s lip a trigger." his face buried in his h a nds, without speaking "You made an attack on my life a word. At length he said, still without raising Begorral it was you that struck the first his head : blow, fired the first shot." Has not your cousin made you an offer of "What provoked me to it?'" marri age?" "Ye may say I did, but there 's one thing I "Re has." want ye to know, it was yer own fiery temper "Why do you not accept him as your future that invited the combat; my only intention in husband?" matin' ye here was to h ave a few words wid ye, As the lawyer asked this question, he raised and give ye a bit of advice!" his head and gazed wistfully at Zenie. I'll give you some advice now." The latter's face flushed with anger, her eyes "Faith, I m ready to recave what I'm so willblazed with indignation, as she replied, quickly: in' to give." you forgotten that I am pledged to "When next I visit the Deane mansion let me marry Magruder ? " Webster Magruder is a chivalrous and generous young man." Well, what of that?" He will release you from your promise." And why should I ask him to do so-for the purpose of transferring my troth to such a villain as my cousin Foster Mix?" Because of this secret. But why do you call Foster Mix a villain? He has always been reco g nized as an honorable and chivalrous man, and I have reason to know that he is a generous and magnanimous one." "Colonel Wingate, I have always been taught to look upon you as a friend to me, as you were a fri e nd to my father." I am your friend, and that is why I beseech you to recall your troth from Webster and ac cept your cousin." '' Colonel, the rack could not wring from me the simple word yes to a proposition from him. I hate him! I loathe him!" The colonel rose from his seat and paced the floor in silence; after a moment Zenie said: Colonel, we are playing at cross-purposes; you certainly would not adv!se me as you do unless there was a potent reason for your advice." There is a potent reason." What is it?" The secret." You say that Foster Mix is generous and magnanimous, and yet he proposes to force me into a marriage with him because he is in the possession of some terrible secret that affects my welfare. Is this the act of a generous man?" He loves you." And proves his love by forcing m e to marry him when he knows that I am already pledged to another." "Yes; the very fact that he offers you mar riage, while possessing this terrible secret, proves that he loves you." Colonel, you lay a peculiar stress upon the word marriage. Great heavens! what is the meaning of this significant emphasis?" My child, the secret." Then unfold that secret at once. The men tal torture you are putting me to is worse than the greatest physical agony." If you insist, my dear child, I shall be com pelled to accede to your request; but as your late father's friend, I beseech you to accept your cousin as your husband and let the secret be sunk in oblivion forever." Think you that, even though I should con sent to marry my cou s in, that I could re s t satis fied without this revelation which is threaten ing me?" The secret could be told if you were once his wife." If not now, why could it be told then?" Because then the sting would be removed and the consequences .averted." Do these co.nsequences affect me alone?" "No; it would be as terrible a revelation to your mother as to you." I still insist that the veil be withdrawn, no matter how hideous the horror which it con ceals. Before I am called upon to make this terrible sacrifice, I should know why l am compelled to make it." "There is justice in what you say, and I only hesitated to spare you." You need hesitate no longer." Are you prepared to meet the shock of the revelation?" "I am." Remember, you compel me to speak." I will." Colonel Wingate's handsome features became contorted with agony as he said, huskily : You believe yourself to be General Deane's daughter?" "Oh, mercy!" fairly screamed Zenie, "what are you about to say?" "That you are not his daughter!" I am not General Deane's child?" "You are not." "And you have proofs of this'/" "I have proofs; and be lieve me, my dear girl, you should have been spared this terrible scene if those proofs were not satisfactory to a lawyer of my experience." And this is the secret?" The secret is told." Whose child, then am I?" "Your mother we know; your father mmt be m1meless." "Why?" "Because no one knows who he is, not even your mot .ber."


6 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. "Oh, God!" gasped Zenie, and she fell in sensible at the l awye r 's feet. CHAPTER V. WHEN Zeni e recovered consciousness she found her maid Janie kneeling at h e r side The recovered g irl 's first question was: Where is Colonel Wingate?" He told me to hand you this, my dear missis, and she h a nded her young mistress a note The missive was written in French, a nd ran as follows: DEAR CHILD,-! thou ght it be s t not to see you for the present; do not betray yourself, by a word, before your attendants, nor confide your secret-at least for the present-to your mother. You will hear from me in the morn ing; until then, Heaven bless and strengthen you. Your friend, WINGATE." Both of the cautions conveyed in the colonel's note were unn ecessa ry. Zeni e would not betray hers e lf, and she would have permitted her tongue to be scored by red hot irons before she would voluntarily h ave whispered the blasting secret in her mother 's ears. Not that she trembled a t the humiliating con fession a s far as it conc erne d h erse lf; but she would have died before doin g aught that would bring a s h ade of sorrow upon the face of th at invalid whom she had looked upon until th e present mom ent as h e r mother. For the remainder of the day, and durin g the followin g ni g ht, afte r bearing that fatal r eve la tion, Zenie r emained in her own room enduring the agony that one might well im ag in e wou ld follo w the reception of s u c h fearful in te lli gence. Her mother was absent from home, h av ing gone to the city in order to be near h e r at tending phys i cian A bear with a sore h ead would not have been more restless and cross than was Capta in Mike. The faithful Iris hm a n well knew that Zenie's report ed illn ess was not a physical malady but the r esult of Foster Mix's visit the previous day. As the irrit a t e d old soldier, during the hour s o f the lon g afternoon, paced beneath the shade of the trees of th e park, h e gave utterance to oc, casional excl a mations. As Foster Mix ass isted Zenie into the carria!?e, he said : Coural.l"e, dear one: you have acted a heroic part, and if a life of devotion will partl'j pay for this sacrifice, so much payment you s hall re ceive. Heaven bless you, for you have made m e happy!" Zenie made no reply when her compan ion whispered a few in s tru c tions to the driver, after which he entered the coach, and they were whirled away Half an hour after the departure of the car riage a horseman in the uniform of a y oun g army officer ga lloped up the ave nue and dis mounted at the very spot from whence the coach h ad started. The newcome r was not more than twenty five years of a ge, and a perfect picture of a handsome, thorough -bred young gentleman. As he dismounted, J anie app ea red at the open door -way, when the young man in quired: "Well, Janie, where will I find your mistress ? "She is not at home, sir." "Where has she crone?" Half an hour ago she suddenly left here in a coach with her g u ardian and cousin, Mr. Fos ter Mix." What is th a t yer say in' ?" in thun der tones came the inquiry, as Capta in Mike came from itr o und the aide of the house and s tood with b la z in g eyes g larins: at the gir l. Great Heaven!" exc l aimed Mike, as his face turned to a deathly whiteness. "Wh at is the m a tter Mike?" anxiously in quired the young man "Matter, Cap tain Magruder!" ejacu l ated Mike: "matter eno u g h. Go you in that ho\lse," he cont inu ed, address in g th e young officer, "and don t l eave it until ye see or hear from me.' Without anot h er word of exp l ana tion, the ex cited Irishman r an away toward th e stables A moment l ater he led forth a sadd led horse, and as he led his steed around to the front of the mansion, he was followed by the fierce blood-hound formerly described. Capta in Magruder had followed Jane into the house for the purpose of question in g her con cerning what had occur red during his abs e nc e in the meantime th e exci t ed Iris hman had g iv en h'.s blood-hound a scent so as to follow the direction t aken by the carriage. As, with a l ow growl the hound moved away with his nose close to the ground, Mike leaped into the sa ddle, and as he urged hi s h orse for ward, following the dog, he muttered, between his grat in g teeth: By the powers! he 's got the scent; and if this right hand is not w ithered within the hou r it m ay prove a trail of blood!" "By the powers!" he mutter e d, if Foster Mix ever st i cks his ici c le nos e insi de th e door of that h o us e again, it w ill be whin he crawls over my dead body! Faith, th e proud puppy don't look upon me as on equal, or he'd have me out a cco rdin to the code, and g ive me a chance to put a ball throu g h his wicked heart, bad lu c k to him! I have a presentiment th a t the undher taker will have an ordher on his account, through me, afore l ong, yet!" Upon the following morning Zenie rec ei ved a package from Louisville, supe r sc ribed in the well -known hand of Colon e l Wingate. CHAPTER VI. WHEN Foste r Mix arrived at the D eane man s ion upon the day following the r ecept ion by Zenie of the la wyer's m a nuscript con t a inin g the disclosures which had made h er so miser able th e re wa s an assuranC'e in his manner and a triumphant g l ea m in hi eye characteristic of one who b e liev ed that they h ad won a victory. Alone in her own room, s he read every word of the len gt hy document. It was ea rly in th e aft e rn po n befor e she came forth from her room, a nd s"!ood for awhile g az ing out of the wimlow a lon g the valley road. Pres ently, upon the crest of the hill, as upon a day or two previous, Foster Mix appeared, mount ed upon his black mare. I thou g ht he would come," murmured Zeni e as, with a sigh of agony, s he turned from the window, adding: "I can but sacrifice my self to bury this secret forever; then I pray me that it may not be lon g before l shall be buried also H encefo rth the few remainin g hours of my life shall be one of waiting agony for the hour of deliverance." Again Fos t e r Mix halted his black steed at the foot of the steps leading up to the broad piazza. Upon this occasion neither Mike nor the fierce blood-hound were witnesses of his approach. For a n hour Foster Mix and Zenobia De a ne remained alone to ge ther. At the expiration of that time the form e r came hurried ly down-stairs, and ordered the family coach to be brought to the door imme diately For once a flush m a ntled the cold cheek of that c ruel man and a bright look of triumph gleamed in hi s s teely eyes. Again h e r e joined Zenie, and at the moment the carriage was brought round he came down the piazza accompanied by her The latter was in riding costume and h eav ily veiled. Meeting Janie in the hall, h e inquired whe re h e r young mistress was '' Miss Deane has not bee n out of h e r ro om since th e day before yes terday." Is s he so ill as to b e confined to her bed?" 1 think she is, sir," r ep li ed Janie; and the g irl volunteered the add itional informatiou that s he did not think her young mistress was well enoul?h to see anybody. Tins latt e r suggestion was a voluntary mis representation of Janie's, as s he was well aware tha t h e r young mistress although secl uded in her room was not re a lly physically ill. A keen, observant person ca n u s ually det ect a doubtful assertion, and as Foster Mix was a very shrewd man, it struck him instantly that J an i e's information was questionable. After a moment, he said, in a peremptory tone : You will please inform my cou s in of my pre sence!" J I would rather not disturb Miss Deane, sir." Foster Mix fastened his terrible eye upon the girl, and said, almost fiercely : "Do as 1 bid you!" Janie was but a woman, and she feared the s tern man before h er, and reluctantly she pro ceeded up the broad s tairca se to the room of her young mistress. It was full fifteen minute s before she r e turned, she an nounced to Foster Mix, whom she found p ac ing the h all, that h e r young mistr ess awaited him. Deliberately the stern man ascended the stairs, and knocking on the door of the rooin where he h a d held his former int erview with Z e nie, heard a voice bid him e nter When Foster Mix opened the door, h e beheld his cousin standing in the middle of th e room, and he started with surprise upon recognizing her cha n ged appearance. And well he mi ght start with surprise. The proud beauty of the day before, whose glorious form and glowing features h ad present ed a. perf ect picture of youthful health now looked p ale and wan, as though she had just arisen from a bed of wearing s i ck ness It did not seem possible that, in so brief a period of time sorrow alone could have wrought s u c h a re markable change. Not only was there a physical change, hut one g l a nc e was sufficient to indic ate that the proud. defiant spirit that had flashed from her bea utiful eyes was broken and subdued. Aftet hi s first exclamation of surprise, Foster Mix said, in tend e r tones and manner, for this man could seem tender even while his heart was throbbing with h at red: "Zenie, you hav-e been ill." I have," was the r ep ly in tones so different from their former sp irit edness, tliat a chill trem bled even over the bloodless frame of Foster IDL Afte r a moment's awkward s il e nce the l a tter aga in spoke, and said: "You have seen Co lon e l Wingate?" 1 have." You persisted in demanding my secret ? "I did." Oh Zenie!" exc l aimed Foster Mix in tones of well-simulated sorrow why did you not spa re yourself and me this terrible humilia tion ?" It is better that I should know the truth." "Why?" Because I will now better understand how to mak e a compact that will prevent even the faintest rumor of this horrible revelation from reaching my mother's ea rs." You mean, Zenie said Foster Mix in a ton e of mock delicacy, the ea r s of General Deane's widow." ' You a re precise to be cruel so as the more full y to impress upon my mind th e fact that l egally I have no right to uee the endearing term of moth er.' "Forgive me, dear co usin, I spok e without m alice; I see now my words wer e ill c hosen." You add ress m e as cousin-I will assist you t o draw the l ega l line distinctly. If General Deane was not my father, you a re not m y cou s in.'' "But, Zenie!" exclaimed Foster Mix, wa rm ly and dropping upon one knee, if you are not my cou s in y ou can become a re lative under a de a rer name-my wife." Do yo u s till offer honorable marriage to the offsprinl.l" of unw edded pa.rents?" "Zeme, how you misjudge me! Was I not th e possessor of this sec re t when I first sou ght your hand? Was it not my purpo s e to marry you, and save you the humiliation of knowin g th e truth by keeping the secret locked in my bosom?" Listen to me one moment, Foster Mix: I have been compelled to bear thi s humili ation. How could you bear it if, when once your wife, this terrible s tory should become th e prop e rty of your friends.'' "lt never can become known ; th e sec r e t i s known but to three persons-to you, Colonel Wingate and myself." But, my mother, my natural mother, does sh e not possess the sec ret? "No, she does not. " Are you s ure ?" I am sure." A r ed g low mantled Zen.e cheeks, and a scornful light gleamed in her eyes, betraying a. r emai nin g spark of h er old proud spirit, as s h e said: "It is s tran ge tha t your words should be at such va ri a n ce with the s t a tem ents cont a ined in the m anuscript I rec e ived from Col o nel Win gate. In that document I am informed that my mother-my re a l mother-has been your pen sioner for years." The c heeks of Foster Mix became tin ge d with a r ed glow-it was a blush of shame. H e was a proud man, and inst antly recog niz ed that he had been detected in a fa l sehood. He was a ready-witted m an, and suffer e d


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 7 himself to be discomposed for an instant only, stating, after a moment, that he had concealed the fact which he now acknowledged only to spare Zenie 'a feelings. I am not asking to be spared! I seek no mercy for myself. I only wish to save the feel ings of Ge. neral Deane's widow The latter part of Zenie's last speech was spoken in tones of dramatic bitterness. I can silence Hepsy Doane." Then Hepsy Doane is the person whom from henceforth J must call mother. How kind fate has been to permit me to preserve my present initials." "Zenie, why should we dwell upon this hor rible subject. You spoke of a compact before the altar We can complete such a compact as will banish from our minds forever even the memory of the name of this woman, Hepsy Doane." "What?" asked Zenie, in tones of scathing bitterness, would you have me ignore my filial duties-deny my mother?" I would; your mother has not set eyes upon you since you were twelve hours old; it is not n e cessary that you should ever see her. Your presence will bring her no joy, and might drive yon mad." .. I have thought of this," said Zenie, after a moment s thought; and only for one reason would I consent to ignore my duty to Hepsy Doane. I owe more to that noble woman who nursed and reared me, and gave me all of a mother s exceeding love, believing me to be rnally and truly her own daughter." Yours is the only righteous view of the matter, Zenie; you owe everything to Mrs. Deane in the way of filial love and duty-noth iug to Hepsy Doane." Again there followed an interval of silence, !:Jroken at length by Foster Mix, who said: Shall we enter into a compact?" Yes," replied Zenie, and she buried her face in her hands and wept. You are right, Zenie; do not falter, and you l whom we write appeared to be peculiarly opwill never regret your decision." prnssed with feelings of sadness as they silently With the command for Zenie to prepare her walked along the carpeted aisle. self for a ride, Foster Mix left the room. A moment later the clergyman appeared. When alone, Zenie dropped upon her knees, After a few whispered words between him and clasping her hands together, ejaculated: and Foster Mix, the strange couple took their "Oh, Heaven\ let not this terrible sacrifice position before the altar. be followed by a curse!" Rising to her feet again, she clasped her hands to her throbbing temples, and in tones harrowCHAPTER VIII. ing in their utterings of despair, murmured: THE formula of the marriage ceremony is too "Oh, Frankl Frank! bow shall I ever exwell known to even moderate readers to require plain to you this day's perfidy? Perfidy? No, a description in our narrative. no-not perfidy! I must clear myself of that! It was with a face rigid as marhle that Zeno must let him know that I have not been false, bia Deane stood beside the man who was to bebut that I am the victim of a cursed fate." come her husband. She wrung her hands, and in her wild agony There is frequently more tragic element in an stamped her delicate foot upon the floor. act silently performed where no actual tragedy Finally, again the words burst from her lips, occurs. and as her features became hard and resolute, It does not always require the murderous she exclaimed: gleam of the knife, or the flash of the pistol" No, no; let me bear it all. It is better that shot to the consummation of a dramatic horror. he should think that I have been false. It will It was a moral tragedy about to br. enacted save his proud heart from breaking. Scorn and before the sacred altar. contempt will supplant his love. Oh, Heaven! Let our readers consider the fact of a beauti that it should ever be that he should scorn me! ful woman fated to accept as her hushand a man And yet it is better thus-better that one heart whose tenderest words froze her heart should break than two! Did he know the rea The ceremony had proceeded uninterrupted son that I cast him off, the disappointment to up to that moment, when through the dark re his great love would kill him: but a knowledge cesses of that gloomy church rolled the echo in of my supposed treachery will cause hin1 first monotonous tones of that stereotyped inquiry : to hate and then forget me. Oh, heavens! this 'Are there any present who know of any is misery!" reason why these two persons before me should A few moments later, after having ordered not be pronounced husband and wife?" the carriage, as recorded in a previous chapter, A weird silence followed this ns ually superFoster Mix r eentered the room, where a mo-fluous question. ment before he had learned of his triumph A singular fatality caused the clergyman to He had not long to wait, when he was joined repeat the important inquiry. by Zenie, clad in a dark suit, and heavily veiled Again an interval of silence followed, and alOnce in the carriage, they were whirled along though there were none in the church save those at a rapid rate, until they reached a spot where gathered about the altar, still the clergymau, two roads branched off in different directions. prompted by some strange impulse, or by the The driver had received his orders, and took force of habit, cast his eye around the gloomy the left hand road. interior as though expecting some one to s udAs the carriage turned, Zenie chanr.ed to denly spriug up and stop the bans. glance out of the window, when her eye fell The clergyman appeared to wait longer thau CHAPTER VII. upon the form of a horseman. usual, as though he expected a response-but FosTER Mix knew that the victory was with A startled cry burst from her lips, and she none came. At length, Foster Mix said, iu a him. suuk back on the cushions of her seat, aud fair-husky whisper: He had run his game to earth; the cunning ly groaned in anguish. Let the ceremony proceed." threads of his well planned scheme had been Foster Mix, who was closely watching his Turning toward the intended bride, theclergyskillfully woven. companion, observed her glance out of the coach man said: Zenie wept. window, and then saw the agonized expression Zenobia, do you take this man to be your Foster Mix smiled a cold, complacent smile that swept over her countenance. wedded husband, to love, cherish and-" of a human fiend that had made the conquest Leaning forward, he also glanced ont of the At. this instant a fearful howl was heard jus t of a pure soul. window, to discover what had caused his comwithin the vestibule. 'l'he man who had thus triumphed did not panion s excitement. The clergyman's face became overspread by see fit to interrupt the weepiug of his lovely His eye fell upon a young gentleman in the a de a thly pallor; the unfinished question apcompaniou. undress uniform of an army officer, dashing peared frozen upon his lips, while his eyes Full five minutes passed, and naught broke along on a spirited horse at a furious rate. seemed dilated with superstitious terror. the silence that pervaded that room but the occaA smile of devilish triumph broke over the The face of the groom also became as white sional sobs that struggled up from the agonized classic features of this evil man, as he muttered, as the rigid foce of a corpse, and yet, with heart of the scoundrel s victim. in a low, peculiar tone, so low that it was unstartling energy, he exclai1ped fiercely, while Finally Zenie wiped the tears from her eyes, heard even by bis companion: casting a furtive glance over his shoulder: and Foster Mix exclaimed, with an assumed "Ahl I was just in time. It was well I made "Go on, go on!" manuer of tender enthusiasm: nu delay! The presence of that rash boy, Frank Tremulous with excitement, the clergyman Zenie it may now appear to you like an act Magruder, would have turned the scales against essayed to proceed, when a second doleful howl of self-sacrifice and self-abnegation to reward me!" was heard, followed by a succession of quick, my faithful love by a bestowal of your haud, Not a word was exchanged between Foster guttural barks. but I hope in the coming years my watchful Mix and Zenie, until the carriage was brought Again the clergyman stopped, as though paracare and tenderness will make the act sown in to a halt before the vine-covered porch of a lyzed with terror. sorrow bloom and tlourish in joy and thanksmall church edifice; then Foster Mix said: "Proceed! proceed!" exclaimed the groom. fulness." Zenie, we are at the door of the church." For an instant an awful silence followed. "In consenting to become your wife, Foster Zenfe made no reply, and her companion "By heavens! proceed, sir!" vociferated the Mix, I ask nothing from you but the faithful alighted, and reached forth his hand to assist groom. guardianship of this terrible revelation which her to alight also. .A third time the clergyman essayed to go on. has compelled me to consent to become your Unresistingly, the veiled girl placed her hand "Zenobia, will you take this man-" wife, so that it shall never rea<.:h the ears of her in his, and stepped out beside him. Again he was interrupted by the clatter of whom I h ave always believed to be my mother." The church door was closed, and appeared to horses' feet at the church porch, followed by The guardianship of that secret shall be the be locked, when Foster Mix exclaimed, imthe deep bay of a hound. condition for the vows that exchange before patiently: The next instant a gray-haired man, with silthe altar." I directed that clergyman to be on hand, ver locks streaming upon his shoulders, came When shall our marriage take place?" and await my coming." dashing up the aisle toward the altar, shout8Sked Zeuie. Then you counted so surely on winning my ing: "Within the present hour," replied Foster consent?" remarked Zenie, in tones tinged with "Stop! stop! stop everything. Begorra! the a slight sneer. wurruld on its axis!" Why so soon?" Dear cousin," replied Foster Mix, I pray Foster Mix turned, and fastened his eyes upon There are reasons which make it necessary you, that after the vows exchanged before that the advancing Captain Mike. that we should be thus hasty." altar within, no sneer shall fall from your lips; The next instant his hand was clapped behind "But how shall we explain the necessity of let your last bitter remark be the last of its him, aud withdrawn, armed with a cocked re-this remarkable marriage?" kind." volver. "It i s easier to give satisfactory explanations Zeuie bowed her head affirmatively, but said The weapon was leveled at the old man's than to delay the nuptials nothing. head; a flash and report followed, but the mur.. But my mother-Mrs. Deane?" Without exchanging another word, the couple derous bullet flew harmlessly up in the church "I will guarautee to satisfy her." awaited some moments, when they were joined loft Twice Zenie paced the floor to and fro, with by a plain-looking old man, who proved to be Just -as the intended murderous hand touched her hands clasped to her throbbiug temples; the sexton. the trigger, an enormous blood-hound, with then, confronting Foster Mix, she exclaimed, While opening the door, the latter said, in an flecks of foam drooping from his distended in tones betraying one utterly bereft of hope swer to the inquiry of the gentleman, that the jaws, like an unleashed tiger sprung with a and prepared to encounter an{ fate: clergyman would he on hand in a few moments. terrific growl at the throat of the intended "I am in your hands-will do as you There is something awe inspiring in the ingroom, and the pistol exploded in the air. direct." terior of an empty church, and the party of Back, Tiger! back!" yelled Captain Mike.


8 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. The well-trained hound, obedient to his mas ter's voice, released its fatal grip ere he had fairly fastened his fangs in his victim's throat, and crawled in a cowed manner back, crouch ing upon the floor, with his red eyes still fast ened on the prostrate man. As the hound sprung upon him and bore him to the floor, Foster Mix dropped his weapon, which faithful Mike seized. During the whole exciting and tragic scene, the intended bride had stood motionless, as though frozen to the spot. As Foster Mix attempted to rise his feet, Captain Mike exclaimed: Zenie darling, by everything under the sun, moon and stars, what druv ye to commit this rash act?" Turning, and flashing her glorious eyes upon Mike, Zenie asked in icy tones: How dared you interfere in this tragic man ner? By what right do you interfere with my actions?" Captain Mike started back in an attitude of surprise upon hearing these words. For an instant also a glimmer of surprise flashed over the pale features of Foster Mix, who had risen to his feet. The surprised look was chased from the lat ter's face by a smile of triumph as the truth fastened upon his mind with what a well-forged and heavy chain he had bound his victim. Why do yon wish to prevent this ceremony ? " Because yon man would force that dear girl to marry him when she loathes him." Htts she not announced her readiness to have the ceremony proceed? From your own statement, I can not see that you have any legal right to interfere." "To blazes wid legality when an angel is about to become the prey of the divil!" Captain Carragher said Zenie, listen to me. I have well considered my determination; you must forbear-the ceremony must proceed. I have promised to marry Foster Mix, and I will!" A peculiar expression flashed over the hand some features of Captain Mike, as he inquired blandly and with a tingle of Irish humor in his tones: "Zenie darlin', do ye consider a promise sacred and bindin'?" "I do." A cunning smile illuminated Mike's counte nance as he said, quickly: Then what the divil do ye think of your promise to Captain Frank Magruder?" Without a word, Zenie sunk insensible before the altar. "Begorra!" muttered Mike; "thns endeth the first lesson!" By what right do you interfere with any act R of mine?" again asked Zenie, in firm, deliberate CHAPTE IX. tones. No more striking illustratiOn of the peculiarly "Darlin', he's druv ye mad!" exclaimed Irish cbaracterstics of our hero could be furMike. nished than his humorous rema r k in the midst of N C c I d a scene so tragic in its inte rest. o, aptam arragher; am not ma It may appear cruel and harsh that Faithful And ye ask me by what right I would save Mike should have accepted such a $tartling d.e-scoundrel?" nou e ment with such unequivocal satisfaction. Thin I'll tell ve, darlin'." It is not strange though when we consider d d that he was a man who had been inured upon And Mike upraised his han ramatically, as the battle-field to scenes of blood and carnage. he added: There was a noble man once, himself He had seen strong men frequently faint at wounded and bleeding, who crawled over a the sound of the first gun who afterward became heroes -l1eap of ghastly slain to find the body of his To him the mere fainting of a girl was a simfriend. ple matte r in itself, but very important under ' He found his friend with the life blood oozpresent circumstances, as it favored his purpose ing from bis veins; and yet, ihe old hero, hardFoster Mix would have rushed to Zenie's as ly able to stand himself, lifted his friend's bleedsistance but Mike jumped before him, and at ing body in his arms, and staggered with it to the muzzle of a pistol ordered him back. the doctor, who stanched the wounds, and saved As previously recorded, the intended groom his life." was not a coward, and it is a matter of rec

FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO; 9 Are you determined to" forfeit my affection and respect? " Faith! if takin' a foolish girl home to her mother is goin' to cost me her affection, faith, I believe I'll h av e to sta nd the cost." "Oh, heavens! my mother! gasped Zenie, and she buried her face in her hands and sobbed. CHAPTER X. "THA.T's right, me dear girl-cry away. It's the roots of m any a smile those tears will be afther watberin'." Captain Mike, I'm powerless in your hands!" Begorra, darlin', l'm glad to hear ye say that. It just proves that I've won the battle." Oh, my father's trusted friend, if you only knew!" sobbed Zenie. "Knew what, darlin? Faith, I'm an ould man, and have a right to call ye by that tinder ti4le." Knew the necessity of my marriage with Foster Mix." "I have much to learn before I'll be con vinced of that fact, sure." "But there i s a re as on why 1 should marry him. " Ay-one of hi s own creatin' ." "No, no Captain Mike; Foster Mix has acted nobly, magnanimously, toward me." Many a scoundrel raises the divil under a mask of magnanimity." Oh, Captain Mike, do not force me to even hint at the necessity of this marriage." "Di vii a hint do I require; it's enough that I know the necissity of previnting it." And yet you claim to love me?" Ay, as tinderly as though you was me own child." "Wouldlou save me from shame?" "Ay, an misery, too." The n drive me back to that church immediately." "Not if I have to put a bullet in the brain of both horses." A marri age with Foster Mix is the only thing that will save me from shame. He has proved his nobility of so ul in offering honorable m a rriage to such as I am." "Oh, my God!" murmured Mike, and a look of. agony settled upon his face and a wild glare in bi s eyes, as though death had suddenly fast ened npon his vitals. He strove to speak, but only a husky gurgle issued from his thro a t ; bis lips twit c hed, and convulsive shudders trembled over his frame. Beholding the effec t of h e r words upon the old man, all o th e r thou g ht s were banished from Zenie's wind sa ve solicitude for him. She clasped hi s hands in both of. hers, and dropping upon her knees on the floor of the coac h excla imed: "Oh, my friend-my father-what have I" Great b eads of sweat started upon the fore head of the old man: his bosom rose and fell as t hough he was struggling for breath. At l ength he e d one great sob, add t ea rs fell from his eyes, as he murmured, finally: "Oh, darlin', darliu', ye have broken my heart! The n, suddenly, a wondrous change came over his face; his eyes blazed with a ter rible li g ht, while his t eatnres became set and rigid. Calling to the driver, he ordered him to stop. The instant the coach was brought to a stand, the old man forced open the door and leaped Out upon the ro ad Where are you going, and what are you go ing to do?" almost 5Cream ed Z en ie In a voice so changed and altered from its usual tone that Zenie hardly recognize(! it: Captain Mike replied: I'm going to send a bullet through the heart of Foster Mix!' "Ho.Id, hold! What dt> you mean? "Bide ye there, Zeni e-bide ye there. Thank Heaven yer father never lived to feel the misery of this d ay. Faith, I'd never dare to mate .him in the wurruld to come if I allowed the desp oiler O f his child to live! "Great heavens!" ejaculated Zenie, as it suddenly flashed upon her mind the peculi a r sig nificance that the old man h a d attached to her words Wildlr. she exclaimed: "Captain Mike, you misunderstood me!" A bright smile broke over the old Irishman's face, as he excla imed : "Thin it was not shame ye meant?" How s h all I ex plain?" murmured Zenie. "Tell me the whole truth;and nothing but "Great Heaven!" exclaimed Zenie, "Foster the truth." Mix and Frank will meet!" Zenie waa in a dilemma: she could not make Well, I don't see but what they will; and if a confidant of her old friend, and yet she felt Captain Magruder knew what had been gojqg that it was necessary to say something to reon this d ay, l'ni thinking he'd make a sieve 6f move the horrible idea that he had conceived. the carcass of Foster Mix." "Captain Mike," she asked "did you eve r "Oh! if I cou ld only die," ejaculated Zenie see a copy of ruy father's will?" "Faith! if I am, Zeuie, that's one thing I'll I never did." have ye to know, everywo rd that I spake to "Certain conditions in that will make it you that isn't one of kmdness and encouragenecessary that I should marry my co usin." ment wrings my ould he a rt, so that, like you, "Nay, nay, child! I'm, too old a goat to nib I could exclaim, 'Would that I were dead!'" bleat those kind of sprouts. Your father never "How will this all end?" I f ft a stipulation, the unfulfillment of which "If I could persuade you, darlin', to follow would enta il disgrace upon his child." my advice, it would all end hapP,ily Zenie s face was covered wil.h blushes as she What would you have me do?" said, with an emphasis whose meaning could "I would have ye, darlin', go straight to that not be unde r stood: house, and in the prisince of those two men, "My old friend, the necessity has only arisen give your reasons for the occurrehces of this within the last eight-and-forty hours." day." "Mind, m y child, were Foster Mix dead, "Were my happine ss alone involved, Capcould you marry l<'rank Magruder with honor?" t a in Mike, I would do it in a moment ; the ter" I cou ld. rible story should be told to Frank, and he be "That's enough said. There's but one reapermitted to do as his heart prompteq." son that could stand between you and that brave Zenie darlin', when ye trnst to the heart of young soldier." Captain Frank Magruder, ye may rist assu red Would to Heaven that there were but one!" that next to love of the Lord of Heaven there's murmured Zeuie. none truer thanCaptain Frank's.-" Mike re entered the carriage. Zenie said I know that, my friend, and that is why. I nothing more about returning to the ch.urch, dare not tell him This fearful story and an hour late r they arrived in sight of home. break his heart. Few w-0rds had passed between them after "Is Foster. Mix a partner in your secret?" their stoppage upon the road; but as they ar He is." rived in sigllt of the mansion, a recollection "Then you may rest assured that from other flashed over Z e nie's mind that had been banlips than yours, Frank Magruder will hear islled bytlle excitement of the day, and s udden-what you call this fearful story." ly she exclaimed: "No; the condition of my marriage with him 1 can not return, home. is that this terrible secret shall be kept invio" And why not?" asked Mike. late." How can you ask, since you have learned "Zenie, would you trust the word of a man the incidents of to day? who, by foul means, would force you to break "Well?" said Mike with provoking nona sacred betroth a l to become his wife?" chalance. Once his wife it will be as much his inter "I saw Captain Magruder galloping toward e s t as mine to bury the story iJl oblivion." our house as we were on our way to the church." "But yo u'll never be his wife, darlin'." "Ay, and it's blamed lucky he didn't see "What shall I do?" you.. Troth he's left the hou s e now, I trust: Act like the daughter of General Deane. and divil a word will he ever learn from me of Listen; why not confide in me?" this d ayis mad prank of yours." "I will ; but yo u must fir s t man age to (.lismis.s Stop the coach," said Z e nie. Captain Magruder; I can_ not meet him and "Nonsense. Faith, it's ai s y enough to aclive." for J.OUr zenie, und!!r any other_ circumstance it "Captain Mike despite all that has passed would be better for you to meet C11ptain Frank betwe e n us and your bitterest opposition I must and die, than to marry Foster Mix and live."' and will marry Fos ler Mix." "Zenie, you h ave just H s tened to the 1'11 be b a nged if you will without my. conguage of a friend." sint, and that ye'll niver git." This l atter remark ca me from a third voice. Stop the coach, or I will throw myself out As the bushes beside the ro a d were 'parted, a into the road. I can not, I will meet Frank handsome young man, in the undress uniform Magruder. af a United States army officer, confronted the Uaptain Mike ordered the driver to stop, and old Irishman and Zen'ie. then said: There are times when finely constructed nerv.. Zenie, ye have some terrible sacret upon yer ous or ga nizati'ons can be too suddenly and thor mind. First as last ye may as well out wit!i it. oughly s ho c ked, to find relief in the sual reslt There is so me strange reason for this sudden de-of sudden emotion-a fainting fl't. termination to marry Jl. man who so racently ye The powers become paralyzed, the quick molo11thed. There; beyond in the house awaits a s lion of life froz e n, as it were, for a moment, gallant a youth as i ver drove a spur.into a horse's when every nerve is benumbed, and nothing flank. Now, then, my girl, ye have my life at acts normally but th e brain. yer service. Ye .are the betrothed wife of Cap. This was the result in the instance above re tain Magruder. Come, now, like the daughter lated. of General Deane, an o l d soldier whose honor Upon sudd. en and startling appearance _9f was as bright as the gleam o_f his sword, go the young man, ;whose remark indicated that he stra i ght to yon house and tell that brave, ,honhad overheard at le as t a pa' rt of the orable man the true reason why ye wish to tiou, Zenie did riot faint, but a low cry burst throw him over. and marry that cunning from her lips, and then every nerve appeared to schemer, Foster Mix .: become paralyzed. '' Captain Mike, you know not what you deShe stood gazing w-.ith a wild stare in her eyes, mand." ,. but not a syllable fell from her lips tl;le "Faith, I do well.". 1 first cry. "You. would make me the destroyer of CapFull half a minute pa ssed, when the stranger tain Ma gruder." advanced and would have caught the fair girl. "Faith, thin, child, it's betther to k.ill him in his arms; but, even as his an:rrs were with the truth to his .face than stab him with a stretched to cl as p her, her physical and vocal lie behind his back." power returned as it had vanished, and, in wild terror, starting from him as she would from a. hissing serpep.t, she exclaimed, her manner almo s t m a niacal: CHAPTER XI. 1 "Back! back! do not approach me! there's a. IT appeared as thongh at least Zenie must lose fearful shadpw between you and me!" her reason unde r the conflicting and agonizing "The Lord reigns, and the divil's trying to!" e motions which agitated her. In answer to Capwas the sententious remark of Captain Mike, as tain Mike's words, she sa id : he delib e ratly seated hims elf upon a fallen tree "Yo u know not what you ask. I can,-not-1 beside the road, and awaited the final developcan notr meet Captain M agruder." ment of this startling sce ne. Mili:e was inexorable, and while firmly insistCaptain Frank Magruder, with features pale ing upon Zenie's complia nce, the clatter of as marble, and with his form trembling with horses' boor s was hea ra, and a moment' later agitation, st9pped, ,and making no further effort i.xi by theip., an?-_ galloped to clasp Zenie, exclaimed: straight to the hou se. My heart's wife! the re i s but one shadow ''. Ah, ha! muttered Mike, "there goes the that can come between you and me-th'e shadow divll himself... of the grave settling upon either one bf 'us!"


10 F 1-\ITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH There are some delicate organizations that in moment s of startling excitement rise equal to the occasion. Suddenly some strange influence seemed to inspire Zenie; a semblance of her former disdain was shown in her manner, and the bitterness of a sneer mingled with the tones of her voice, as she said, scornfully: "The Honorable Captain Magruder has been an eavesdropper!" "No, Zenie, !have not been an eavesdropper. I was wandering through the gle n when I heard voices; immediately I hastened in this direction, and while approaching, not noi seless l y, but. with heavy tread, I overheard certain exclamations that filled me with astonishment; in your excite ment yo u failed to recognize my approach.'' Faith, and I'm one that am g lad that you did, and I wish ye had heard every word that bas passed betweea that fair girl and myself this day!" Zenie, I beseech you," exclaimed Captain Magruder, "explain this mystery!" I have nothing to explam," replied Zenie Are you not my betrothed wife, darlin g?" "Faith, that's a plump question, and ought to get a plump answer!" interj e cted Captain Mike. I was your betrothed wife!" answered Zenie, as an expression of agony swept o>er her lo ve ly face. "You were my betrothed wife?" "I was." And are you not now?" "No, Captain Magruder; a letter is already on its way to you through the mail, announcing the di ssolut ion of our en gagement." "And why was that lett e r sent? Why, with out on e word of explanation, are the bright hopes of my future dissolved and hidden in the dark veil of a fearful mystery?" Let your pricle teach you not to ask." "Faith, Captain Magruder," exclaimed Mike, "if ye do, yer the meekest m a n that ever li ved!" Captain Carragher murmured Zenie "you would kill me?" "May Heaven judge between us darlin', if I am not savin' ye from a fate worse than death!" CHAPTER XII. CAPTAIN MAGRUDER then replied to Zenie's stran g e asseveration: Zenie my education as a soldier has taught me the service of tactics. I have heard enough to know that you are playing a part! I know that some strange, fatal influence is driving you to appear false to me; you are relying upon that pretension to drive me to fall back upon my pride, s o that I will refuse to seek an explana tion; but hear me, dearest, not even your own lips canteach me to think you false!" "By the powers!" ejaculated Captain Mike, rubbing hi s hands tog et her gleefully, "yer jist plazerizin g my argumints, my boy; yer spakin' out like the true man that 1 know ye to be; and if ye ever become a gineral, and pinitr ate the tact ics of yer in emy as ye h ave the pretty little strat ag e m of thi s dear girl, faith ye'll be a second Napoleon!" 'fhank you, Captain Mike; I am glad that you and I, at least, are agreed." Agreed, is it? Faith, I'll agree wid any man that swears to the honor and purity of that dear girl: and I'd drive the lie down the throat of the villain that would say there was a false thought in her heart." Come, Z en i e d ea r est, cast that shadow from thy brow, and l et my perfect love and trust in you dispel the foul shadow which you fancy separates us." Zenie's face was as rigid as that of a sphinx; wonderful resoluteness of purpose under such a trying ordeal as tested her will would have done credit to a martyr. Every emotion was suppressed, every sign of agitation banished, under the influence of the one idea tha t the revel at ions of Foster Mix made a marriage with him a duty from which there was no escape. She had become perfectly calm, her manner was cold, and her words deliberately spoken, as she said: "Captain Magruder, less than two hours ago I stood before the altar, beside Foster Mix, to become his wife." Frank Magruder started back, and strong, brave man as he was, for an instant it appeared as though he would totter and fall insensible, but by a superhuman effort he preserved a calm demeanor, while faithful old Mike exclaimed: "That's the end of maneuverin', it's the first shot of the real battle! Now, thin, Capt4lin Magruder, what have ye to say?" The r e was a world of tenderness in Frank Ma g ruder's voice, as he answered: I am not vet convinced that Zenie is false." Spoken like a brave man and a true lov er! Now, Zenie d a rlin', ye ll ha,-e to brin g on a heavier gun than that, or surrinder at discre tion." To day the ceremony was interrupted ,. but I am still determined to marry my cousin Fos ter Mix." What have ye ter say ter that, Captain Frank?" The young soldier's face became ste rn and there was a terrible emphasis in his reply as he said: Foster Mix must first answer to me, and name by what foul li es he won the troth that was mine!" Fetch on another gun, Zenie darlin', the last one i s spiked." Zenie 's sphinx-like for an instant was broken by this and as over her im agination there quickly flashed the picture of a possible trag edy s he asked, wildly: Oh, Frankl Frankl did you ever love me?" "Did I ever love you!" replied Frank, pas sionately. "Love you? Ay. Loved you s o that that love can nev er die! My love is a part of my eternity-my lov e i s such that every blade of grass that p:rew in the turf over your g rave would be sacred to me, because your form moldered beneath! My love is such that you can not crush it from my he art, nor can any man born of woman wrest it from me!" Can you lov e me thus, and with that love nurture a de s ire in your he art to slay the man who is all but my husba nd? " Listen to me, Zenie, and measure well each word that I speak. Had you ceased to love me arid h ad you give n your love to anothe r, I could say, 'Heaven bless you!' and to my rival Value that love as I would have valued it! Even in the far-off I could have lo ved you with an affection as pure as I might feel for an angel; but when I know that you still love me, and that another has stepped in, and by some foul machination won only the right to call you wife, as the l ega l form would give it to him; I say nay! I would not g ive you up to him he must answer to me!" "But, oh! Frank! Frankl when it becomes my duty to wed another?" "What? Ask me to sacrifice a love like mine to the m e re cold form of duty? Never I I may be cast off, I may have but my unre quited love to gnaw at my heart until it is con sumed, but no other man shall take my place, unle ss you can swear by an oath that shall go upon the r(' cords of heaven that you do not love me and that you do love him!" Zenie darlin', if ye can't silence that gun ye had better surrinder." "Oh, Heaven! cried Zenie "whence comes my strength to endure this and live?" "Zeniel" exclaimed Frank Magruder; "let your duty be where your he art is; but listen-I have learned too much now not to learn all. Tell me from what source comes this shadow which has fallen between us?" "I can not! I can not!" Then I must seek the explanation from Foster Mix. If he can give an honorable rea son why I should you up, I will promise to do so, although 1t breaks my heart! But if he should take you without such an explana tion, it will be over my dead body." So engrossed were the parties, that none of them observed the quiet approach of Foster Mix. The latter's face was unusually pale, but the same cynical smile rested upon his lips, and his walk was slow and deliberate ; he it was who replied to the passionate words of Captain Ma gruder: "Foster Mix can give an honorable reason for cl a iming hi s cousin as his bride." "Faith!" muttered Mike, "the divil himself has come to look after his own affairs; but the Lord still reigneth. It is impossible to d esc ribe the effect of her cousin's appearance upon Zenie, Her very despair appeared to sustain her and prevent her from faintin g And yet, when she would have cried out in alarm, a husky gasp only issued from between her lips. Captain Mike arose, and going to her, said tenderly: "Darlin', let me lead you to the house ; act ing under a sense of the duty, ye have acted nobly in persisting in what ye felt ri ght, but events have carrie d this matter beyond yer control; let these two gintlemen settle this mat ter between thimselves." There will be blood shed," murmured Zenie. Di vii adhrop," said Mike; "nathur of thim are common brawlers." "Cousin!" exdaimed Zenie addressing Fos ter Mix, I pray you return to the house!" "No, Zenie ; my place is here Captain Ma gruder is an honorable man-he i s entitled ro an explanation, and I am the one who ought to afford it." And would you break the condition that won from me the promise to become your wife?" I will not." I know of no other explanation which you can give." "You have the word of a gentleman and your bet rothed husband that the condition to which you allude shall not be broken." 19 "That is a condition that you can not keepi" said Captain Ma g ruder, as he fastened a fierce glance upon Foster Mix. I can promise you a satisfactory explana tion," replied the latter, without the quiver of a muscle of his marble face. S ir ;rou have heard tha t there was but one explanat10n to make;,; I have a word for it that I value more than yours; none other will satisfy me." There is such a as a person's bein? com pelled to be satisfied with what thet, get!' I am not one of those person s. "Come, Zenie darlin', let you and I away to the house," said Captain Mike, tenderly plac in g hi s hands about Zenie's waist. Zenie was a southern girl, and knew from the tone of the conversation that her presence alone would prevent bloodshed, and she firmly refused to le ave the scene. CHAPTER XIII. FRANK MAGRUDER and Foster Mix were both gentlemen who had been educat ed to respect the presence of a lad y . lt is not an unusua l thing for a man possessed of a crue l villainous heart, to preserve, in his outward bearing, the manners of a gent l e m an. Foster Mix was one of these; he was capable of utterin g the most cruel remarks, but in the most graceful manner. It was evident that the very result Zenie thought to prevent by her presence was also the one that Mike de s ired to precipit a te. For a full minute an awkward silence fol low e d the last belligerent remarks of the two gentlemen. At length Mike broke the silence by saying: Zenie, as a true woman, ye owe an explana tion to Captain l<'rank. That explanation could come from your lip s alone, and I would have ye remimber that, barrin' all oth e r issues, ye are drivin g a guest from your house." An ide a appeare d to strike Zenie and she said: I must have time to think. To-morrow I will be better prepared to meet the difficulties that have gathered about me." In his usually calm, deliberate manner, Foster Mix said : "I recognize your unexpressed wish, and wlll relieve you of my pre sence With this r e m a rk, after bowing co ldly to Cap tain Magrud e r Foste r Mix turned and d e lib e r ately sauntered away. Not a word w as spoken until Foste r Mix had passed from sight, when Captain Magruder said: I think that I can perceive, Zenie, that you wish to dismiss me also. May I ask at what hour it will be convenient for you to receive me and tell me why I have been thrown overboard for that man?" Do ye mean," asked Captain Mike, that ye consider yersilf turned away?" I will drive over to the town, and remain until the appointed hour to-morrow." Captain Magruder," said Z en ie I regret the terrible nece ssity that compels me to accede to ;rour desire to rel urn to town, but I feel that it IS better for you and for me that you should do so." Zenie's manner while speaking was cold, pre cise, and seemingly heartless. Its effect upon Captain Magruder was remarkable. A peculiar look of de s pair settled upon his handsome face, as though the conviction had settled upon his mind that truly there was a


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 11 shadow between his beloved and himself which could never be lifted. He took two or three steps, as though about to depart without another word, when sudden ly he turned. The express ion of despair, during that brief moment that his back had been turned, had deepened upon his face; the usual glor iou s ex pression of his eyes had been succeeded by a wild glare. So sorely had he been stricken, that the usua l active vigor and g ra ce of his manly form had been blighted by a sudden sorrow in place of years Zenie would have cried out. Nervously she raised her hands as though she could clasp them in an agony of despair, and dropping upon her knees, bid him stay; but the recalling word was frozen upon her lips. The memory of Foster Mix's terrible revela tion held her silent; the daughter of Hepsy Doane had nothing r emaining but a future of fiial and suffering. Frank Magruder spoke Even the tones of his voice were sad ly changed, as he said: Why shou ld I insist upon an explanation? Why should I inflict my presence upon you again ? No, this parting shall be final. The secret that you can not willingly reveal to-day, I'll not force from yau to-morrow. But, Zenie, listen, and mark well my words! When you hear that the earth has been raised over my dead form, remember that I, dying, never believed you false." "Dying? You die?" almost screamed Zenie. runs aw!ly wid you!" said Mike, shaking his fist at the distant horseman. Zenie l ed the way into the drawing-room, and requesting her companions to wait, left the room. In a few moments she returned, bearing in her hands the same manuscript that she had re ceived from Colonel Wingate, the lawyer. Advancing direct to Captain Magruder, Zenie said: Frank, always remember that you insisted upon le arn ing this revelation." I know, Zenie, as far as I am concerned, that I will never have one regret for having insisted as I am personally concerned." I must also exact a condition. You and Captain Mike must both promise that this hor rible secret shall be held inviolate, and guarded as sacredly as your own honor." Am I to read this paper a loud?" As you choose. Every wo rd therein writ ten has been imprinted upon my memory in l et ters of fire." "Do not leave it to my choice; and further, eveu now you can r eca ll your decision;" and he held the manuscript toward her. "May I be clubbed w id a salt mackerel if she can recall her decision! Ye can refus e to react it if ye will, Captain Frank, tint may I become a friend of Foster Mix if I don t l earn every word of it!" "You need not fear, Captain Mike-I shall not rec a ll my decision. I insist upon Frank readin g that paper, and reading it aloud!" CHAPTER XIV. "Why should you talk of graves and dying?" and the distracted girl clasped her nervously twitching hands as though unconsciou s of her CAPTAIN MAGRUDER unfolded the manudisposition of them. script, and ere beginning to read aloud, fast" Why should I talk or think of Jiving? ened his eyes upon the following suggestive and Zenie, all the hopes and glory of my future startling lines: were born upon my love for you. When you "Miss Deane, for I sha ll still call you by that stamp upon that love, you crush the ge rm of name, before reading the subjo in ed thrilling every hope that could spring in my heart. A statement of facts,.! wish to possibly fasten upon man without hope must die." your mind that unless I was satisfied beyond a Oh, Frank, Frank, you must not talk thus." possible question of doubt, with the proof of Are you the one to bid me not to talk thus? sustaining this revelation, I should never have Was it not from your lips fell the words that permitted the faintest rumor of its declarations have crushed me?" to have reached you; but, as previously written. Did I reveal my secret, it would be a more the proofs are irrefragable that you are not the cruel blow." daughter of General Deane and his wife, but "No; there is no other blow that I could feel. the offspring of a notoriously infamous woman The fullness of despair and agony is already named Hepsy Doane." mine." "Oh, Heaven!" almost screamed Zenie, It did not take Captain Magruder a fiftieth strike me dumb, lest [ be persuaded to part of the time to glance over the above words speak!" that it required to record them. "Faith darlin' said Mike "it's Heaven Even while he read, the full import of Zenie's that's ye." terrible secret flashed u,pon his mind. "w ll I cl 1 I At the same instant, he recognized by what hat sha o-what sha 1 do? Oh, be means Foster Mix, as the possessor of this terrimercifull Do not try me further!" ''Let those ask mercy that show mercy," said ble revelation, had forced Zenie to promise to become his wife. Mike "Darlin', I have k ep t silent I didn't believe it wa s in your heart to resist the impulse How fully Captain Mike had understood the of doing that which is right." honorable character of young Magruder, was It's to be merciful that I refuse to speak.,, instantly proven by the latter's magnanimous action. "Faith, thin, darlin', I prefer tryin' a little Deliberately folding the manuscript, he ad,,vingeance, if that's what ye call yer vanced toward Zenie, his face beaming with a 1 -d F k d portion of its old fire and spirit, as he exeme, exc a1me ran a vancing to-1 d ward her, I pray you, not for my sake, but c : . for your own speak!" Zeme, 1f this 1 s the has come .. ,, between us, that shadow is easily dispelled!" Ay, cned Mike, spake 1t, if it blisters 1 "You have not mastered the contents of that yer lip s But, it'll only take the sorepaper, Frank." ne;i;i out of yer heart. The first paragraph, darling, reveal all that Oh:, Frank, Frank, I can not bear up any you are in honor bound to tell me." . .. "But, begorra, that i s n t makin' me the pos. .. Don. t to thmk. rlarlm Mike. sessor of the secret! But niver mind, Captain Out w1d 1t once and forever, amen! Frank as long as ye are plased divil a bit care It i s a long story," said Zenie; "you must I to more!" come to the . You s.hall the .secret I know of no reason, Captain Mike, why, as as I learn e d 1t, m all its with all the old friend of this dear girl, you shou ld not the fullness of the proof of its truth. be a partner in the secret I am sat i sfied that Come, thin," exclaimed Mike ; ''.it's dark the disclosure would your friendship as now, but the are a lready little as it has my love." Come, Frank-. the shadow i s nsmg. Upon hearing these words, Zenie s beautiful Ye and draw,mg near each face became radiant; the look of stolid despair once Faith, an I hke prancmg that h ad l'ested upon it for the last few days around like an unchamed dog. suddenly vanished, and was succeeded by the The coach had been sent on to the stables long old express ion of love and gladness. before, while, during this whole exciting scene Only for a brief moment was this transforma-the party had remained in the same spot where tion visible. they had first been joined b;yyoung Magruder. Again the cold, hard look came, as she said: With slow steps and senous faces, they pro" I appreciate your magn a nimity, Frank, but ceeded toward the house. As they ascended I do not believe that you fully realize the force the steps leading up to the broad piazza, Captain of the disclo s ures contained in that paper.'' Mike turned, and glancing across the valley, Knowing that 1 still possess your pure love beheld Foster Mix mounted upon his black Zenie, there is no disclosure that can affect my mare, just crossing the crest of the hill previouslove!" ly alluded to. I am the daughter of Hepsy Doane," and May the divil's wings never tire, whin he after a moment, as a flush of sham e mantled her cheeks, Zenie added: "That paper states the fact, that in a peculiar sense I am fatherless rny own mother can not n ame him!" Zenie, it is not necessary to prolong this painful scene; neither is it necessary to harrow your feelings. You are pledged to become my wife-I demand that you redeem your pledge!" But you forget that this terrible story must become public, and that the finger of scorn will be pointed at your bride!" Who would be base enough to give this ter rible story t o the world?" "Foster Mix, unless l become his wife!" And would you purchase silence at such a price?" "Yes; for your sake, and for the sake of that invalid woman whom I have always believed to be my mother; she believes me to be her child -this revelation would kill her, or burden her last hours with the bitterest agony!" "No, Zenie; it would cause her great agony to know that you had beeu false to me, and purchased silence by becoming the bride of Fos ter Mix." Frank, I appreciate your generosity, and I honor your love; but for my heart-mother s sake, I must make this sacrifice." "Never, Zenie! I have not loved you because you were the daughter and heiress of General Deane, nor will I lose you because you are really the child of this Hepsy Doane, whoever she may be." Spoken like a true man, begorral This is a proud day for Captain Mikel Let me see Zenie once your bride, and the old man is ready to lay down and die! No truer heart or braver arm could I lave to shield my dead friend's child!" Zenie could stand the strain no longer. So fearful was her inward emotion, that death or tears was required to save her heart from break ing. Mercifully the fountain of tears opened, and, burying her face in her hands, she wept. "Thank Heaven for thim t ears!" exclaimed Mike, and then, turning toward young Ma gruder, he added, Captain Frank, do ye fully und e rst an d the nature of this revelation, and are ye prepared to stand to yer word?" A thousand times more determined now than before these facts were revealed to me!" Thin ye are prepared to take as yer bride the daughter of Hepsy Doane, without a shil lin', and a taint of a disgraceful parentage?" I would perm .it none other but you to ask that quest i on! I repeat, more a thousand times now, I would marry the daughter of Hepsy Doane in preference to the heiress of General Deane." Thank Heaven for those words; and now, listen to me: every statement in that paper that ye hould in yer hand is a lie, as false as any ever coined in the depths of hell-every proof of forgery!" There was something grand in the attitude of the old man, as, with uplifted hands, he gave utterance to this startling declaration. Captain Magruder did not appear to be much astonished, but Zenie, rus hing across the room, placed her two fair hands on Captain Mike's arm, and exclaimed: Oh, my second father, do you know what you are saying?" Faith, I do, child, well." But you are only uttering what your heart prompts-what you want to believe!" Am I? Well, I might be excused for that, but I am not s u ch a fool with my experience." You do not know the story told in that paper-you have not read the proofs!" There ye r at fault, darlin'; your dear moth er and I have studied o.ver every item therein told during the l ast six months." Oh, heavens! what do I hear? Has this ter rible story been revealed to my mother?" It was revealed to her, darlin' six months ago." "By whom?" By the lying scoundrel who whispered it in your ea r ; and, in telling this tale to you, Foster Mix broke as sacred an oath as was ever placed upon record!" And does my mother d,oubt the story, in face of these terrible proofs?" Faith, child, she niver belaved it." ' Then Foster Mix was a traitor even before he had succeeded in making a victim of me?" A traitor, was it? Faith, he'sthe divil incar nate!" "Oh, Frank, Frank!" exclaimedZenie, "can yon forgive me for ever thinking of sacrificing you?"


12 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. "Dear girl, I have nothing to forgive." "It was not for my own sake that I would have purchased the silence of Foster Mix." Darling, the shadow has been dispelled. Let not a remnant of his influence dwell upon your soul!" "Howld on, now! howld on, nowt" ex claimed Captain Mike. I'll take mesilf off in 11 few minutes, an' ye shall have an opportunity for a reconciliation ip the old fashioned way, widout the burden of my presence. Faith, I couldn't close me ears but what I'd hear ye kissin', and if I should clo s e me eyes, l'd be peepin' through the lids in spite of mesilf. No, no, I want to burn out this shadow intircly, and thin I'll be gone!" Despite Mike s protest, Captain Magruder did throw his arms about Zenie, and pressed one kiss upon her fair brow. Howld on, now, I tell you, or I'll keep the sacret that I was about ye." "Have you a secret?' asked Zenie, her lovely face all smiles and blushes. "Faith, I have, darlin'; and I'm more ready to give mine away tl).an you were yours." What is your secret, Captain Mike?" Faith, my secret is the proof of the falsity of that foul story that' Foster Mix used so well as to almost blight forever the happiness of four hearts!" CHAPTER XV. THE human heart is a wonderful store-house of varied emotions. So sensitive is the veil which hides its emo tional springs, that a word will cause it to shad ow a human face in sorrow, or wreathe it in smiles. The proof of this singular capacity of the hu man heart to leap from the depths of despair to the sunlit crest of humor consists in the fact that the skillful dramatist finds it necessary to follow bis heavy situations of tragedy and pathos by the lighter scenes of comedy. Within the half hour, the countenances of the actors in the real life-scene above described were clouded with anxiety and despair, and yet, in a moment, a few brief words, fitly spoken, had caused the shadows to vanish, and they il.11 could smite-and there was gladness and hope in their smiles. The one announcement that her mother had heard the ten:ible story watered into life once again the withered buds of hope in Zenie's heart. Tb.e necessity for her dreadful sacrifice had, by a wonderful spell, been removed. Tile anticipations of which the hateful secret of Foster Mix had deprived her were magically re s tored. She could love now and be loved. When faithful Mike so confidentially asserted that he held the proofs to establish the falsity of that terrible story, Zenie and Captain Frank advanced toward him, both eagerly exclaiming: Dear, goud old friend, produce them." "If yez will take it aisy, now, I'll give ye the proofs that the God of nature has placed upon record, and that a Heaven-inherited skill has preserved.'' "Captain Mike, pray don't try my patience. I could endure the agony of despair better than this hopeful suspense." "Faith, thin, darlin', you'll have to indure the suspense for the prisent. Captain Frank shall see the wonderful proofs I have first. Go you and sit down there, and wait until the clerk of the court calls ye to testify." It was the severe trials of the past few days that had developed Zepobia's mature womanly traits; ordinarily she was girlish and playful. As Mike pointed to the divan, and issued the peremptory order for her to go and sit there she shrugged her shoulders in the most approved manner of a boarding-school miss, and im patiently tapped the floor with her small foot. "Ahl ye can shrug yer shoulders and stamp yer little feet till ye wear a hole in the carpet, but divil a proof will I sb.ow till ye go and sit down as I tould ye." Zenie was well aware of Captain Mike's per sistent obstinacy, and at length reluctantly obeyed. "Now, thin, Captain Frank, if ye'll jist step this way," said Mike, as he moved toward the window. The young officer followed him, when the old man drew from his pocket a miniature painted upon ivory and incased in gold. Holding it in a good light, he said: There, Captain Frank-open yer eyes wide and look at that!" Captain Frank did as requested, even to in voluntarily opening his eyes wide in astonish ment, as he exclaimed: Great Heaven! I did not know that Zenie had a sister!" Faith, and she niver had." "Then I would swear that that was a portrait of Zenie-only the eyes are blue." "Faith, it's eyes like her father Zenie has." And yet that picture preserves a wonderful resemblance to her." Do ye really think so now?" The most casual observer could not fail to observe the resemblance." "Well, as Zenie niver had a sister, this couldn't very aisy be the portrait of a girl that niver existed, could il?" '' I should say not.'' "Well, as it isn't Zenie herself-as she has blue eyes and this has black-who the divil can this picture represint ?" I am puzzle d for an answer." Well, you niver saw Hepsy Doane, did ye?" I never did. I never knew that such a per son existed. "Ye niver heard a description of her while she was young, did ye?" I never did." "Well, if I should tell ye that this was a por trailt of Zenie's mother when she was young, ye would swear that the child couldn't deny her mother, or the her child, wouldn't ye?" A sudden light appeared to break upon Cap tain Magruder's mind. Catching the picture from the old man's hand, he exclaimed, ex citedly: "By Jovel I begin to penetrate the mystery. The original of that picture, with that pure face, could never have been infamous." "Divil a purer or nobler woman ever lived!" Then there is a mystery, after all, surround ing Zenie's birth, and Foster Mix lies when he proclaims that her mother was an infamous character!'' "Faith, he lies like the very divil." Zenie had overheard this conversation, and its startling import brought once again the anxious look to her face. Rising from her seat in wild eagerness, she rushed across the room, and sought to seize the miniature from Captain Ma gruder's hand, but faithful old Mike anticipated her movement, and grasped the picture himself. Let me see that miniature," she cried. "Faith, I tould ye, darlin', ye must wait un til the clerk of the court calls ye." Captain Mike," said young Magruder, "you need not fear to show the picture to Zenie, aud I will stake my honor that she has no reason to blush because she is the child of Hepsy Doane Those painted features are crowned with a look of refinement and purity.'' Yer not as smart as I thought ye was, Cap tain Frank. Now, I'll show ye that yer future bride is much smarter, or else that the in s tincts of a child are keener in penetrating a mystery." Mike handed the miniature to Zenie. The moment the latter's eyes fell upon the pictured face, she exclaimed: "Oh, Heaven! it is a miniature of my moth er! How beautiful she was! I never saw this miniature before." What think ye now, darlin', of the fond tale of Foster Mix?" I think that he must be a fiend in human form to have coined such a tissue of false hoods!" Captain Magruder stood looking on, with a face of astonishment and perplexity; finally he said: Then you have seen your mother before, Zenie?'' Seen my mother?" returned Zenie; why, what do you mean, Captain Frank?" Can't ye see, darlin', what the jackass manes? Bad luck to his thickheadedness, but he supposes that to be the picture of Hepsy Doane!" Why, Frank, do you not recognize the pict ure? It is a miniature of mr. mother when she was young. Oh, how beautiful she wast" and Zenie pressed the miniature to her lips. "Have I misunderstood you, Captain Mike?" asked Captain Magruder. Is not that a por trait of Zenie's mother, Hepsy Doane?" Faith, it's a portrait of Zenie's mother; but divil a line of it was iver painted for Hepsy Doane. That is a likeness of General Deane's widow, painted a. mouth previous to her marriage " Oh, Frank, Frank, look at it again; sick ness and grief have aged my mother, but can' t you see the resemblance? Dear, dear mother, thank Heaven that my resemblance to your former self is a sufficient answer to the foul calumnies of a villain!" .. Faith, darlin', ye thought all the time, now, that I was a cruel old monster, didn't ye?" Zenie rushed, and throwing her arms about the old man's neck, pushetl aside the long sil ver hair, and kissing him upon his cheek and brow, exclaimed: "Yon darling, faithful old friend, how could I ever have doubted your kindness? But tell me, why did you and my mother withhold this story from me, and leave me to become the prey -almost the 'victim-of Foster Mix?" "Faith, darlin', I'll tell ye why; because your noble old mother, in her tender love for you, was as big a fool as you would have be come. Tell it to the child,' sez I. No, no, 'twill kill her!' sez she; and th'en we were on the point of destroying each other through yer love; yer mother littin' ye become a victim to kape the secret from ye, and ye becomin' a vic tim to kape the sacret from her. Begorra, 'twas the old man, wid Heaven's help, that saved the both of yez!" How blind we were!" Faith, I can't gainsay that; but, mind ye yer mother niver dramed of the danger to which ye were exposed. She trusted that yer love for that harum-scarum chap there would prove a sufficient shield against the machinations of your cousin; for, wid shame I own it, darlin', but, really, ye do bear that relationship to the divill" And was my mother trying to suppress this story?" Only until sh!l could prove its falsity. Faith, she has one of the greatest detectives m the country, who at work gradually unravel ing the cunningly spun threads of Foster Mix's false and baseless tale. CHAPTER XVI. UPON the following day, Z e nie and her be trothed were alone in the draw!ug-room. Both their countenances were beaming with happi ness. Verily, from their faces it might be judged that the dark shadow which had intervened be tween them had been dibpelled. Once again they were lovers, indulging all the bright hopes usually vouchsafed at this peculiar periorl of exi s tence They had evirlently been engaged in an ear nest conversation, which hod been brought to a happy conclusion, as betrayed by Captain Ma gruder's suggestive inquiry: Then, dearest, the only obstacle to an im mediate marriage is your mother's consent?" I can think of no" As Zenie made this reply, she gl a nced up and beheld the eyes of faithful Mike fastened upon her with a humorous gleafu in tlJem. Well, Captain Mike," asked Zenie, "you have something important to say, I know." Faith, all I have to say, Zenie darlin', is, that there s another obsta cle galloping this way on a black horse, han g him!" Foster Mix?" "The same; and if ye have no betther luck in dismissing him thin ye did Captain Frank here, ye'll be in a sore plight, indade." "I h a ve nothing but scorn, and contempt, and loathing for Foster Mix!" And yet he has your promise," persisted Mike, with provoking as s urance. That promise was wrung from m e while under the spell of his cunning lies." "I believe ye, darlin', and wid your permis sion I'll mate him at the door, and suggist to him that his prisence may be more wanted at home thin here." "No; that man made me suffer too severely for me not to wish tQ witness his chagrin when he learns that his wickedness is likely to recoil upon himself." "All right. If ye think ye have the courage and strength to bear the interview, divil a word have I to say again it." "Would you prefer meeting him alone ?" asked Frank Magruder. "No; I prefer that others should witness the man's humiliation Shortly after the foregoin g conversation, }fos ter Mix cantered up before the porch, dis mounted, and with his usual deliberate pace as cended the broad steps to the door-way, where


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO.' 13 be was met by Captain Mike, who said, with irritating coolness: "Ye'll :find yer fair cousin in the drawing room wid Captain Frank. Faith, as one of the family, ye'll be pleased to see how happy they are since their reconciliation." A dark frown settled upon the face of Foster Mix. He felt a premonition that be was to be baffled after all, and yet, as be entered the room, his manner was as calm and easy as usual. For a moment an awkward silence followed his entrance; at length Foster Mix said: Zenobia, if I properly understood your words vesterday, I am expecting a decision be tween that gentleman and myself." Zenie a manner was as cold and i c y as the man's who addressed her as she replied in tones of deliberate scorn : Foster Mix your misrepresentations alone p e rmitted foe possibility of my having to decide b e tween the man I loveu and the man I loathed I \vas pledged' to one voluntarily; the other wruni; pledges from me through falsehoods. I have beard bow foully false your revelation was, sir, and dare you still ask for a decision?" I still ask fur a decision " I shall keep the pledges that were prompted by love, and repudiate those which were wrung from me by a lie." Shall I order yoqr horse aro.und ?" asked Captain Mike, quietly. The baffled villain flashed a menacing glance upon Mike, but made no reply. Zenie's concise, expressive words appeared momentarily to confuse him; but his mental poise was such that be quickly recovered his self-possession, and inquired with seeming care lessness : Have you made confidants of those who are interested in denouncing certain revelations as fals e?" "I have marle confidants of those who know certain revelations to be false." Am I to understand that the secret of your birth has been revealed?" "You are to understand that the false story concerning my birth has been told." It has been pronounced false?" "It bas "By whom?" "By tho s e who have the best reason to know." Zenie, I would have spared you what I am now forced to say." "I am past claiming your forbearance." "You invite, then, further revelations?" I can not be terri:fiet.! by them." "Your mother lives!" A messenger from the city this raorning waR in advance of you with that revelation "I am speaking of Hepsy Doane." "I have no interest in such a person, even if she exists." Foster Mix was not speaking now with any hope of gaining his lost influence over Zenie; at least, for the present, he was merely seeking a me a n revenge in trying to humiliate her, prompted by the raging anger, mortification, and bitterness concealed under his calm de m e anor. His wonderful control alone enabled him to suppress the raging fire of passion, and forbear upbraiding her in the most violent manner; at length be sairl: Captain may have glamoured over the disgrace wlncn attaches to you-" Foster Mix had proceeded thus far, when he was interrupted by Captain Magruder, who ex claimed, :fiercely : "Be careful, sir, how !,OU address the lady who is my affianced wife! A bland smile wreathed Foster Mix's thin lips as he replied, gently: "Your pardon sir, but remember, I am ad dressing a relative; and more-a ward, whom the law still recognizes as subject to my control!" If you are to accept your own story, sir, Miss Deane is not a relative of yours; if she was not the daughter of General Deane, the clause in his will which made you her guardian is void." Faith! the captain's practicing gunnery again," said Mike. That was a whole battery that he tired off that time." Foster Mix saw that he had been matched; the bland smile faded from his lips, and a dan gerous light gleamed in his steely eyes, as he re plied, insultingly: Under any circumstances, yourinterference; 8ir is presumptuous." I presume, sir, only to interfere so far as to guard tbiR lady from the insults which I am compelled to pass, when heaped upon myself, because of her presence." If you prefer it, Captain Magruder I will arldress an inquiry pertinent under the circum stanc e s to you." "I am ready to listen, sir.'' '' you considered the legal status of Miss Denne since the announcement of the revela tion that you have taught her to disbelieve?" "You will please confine to state ments which you know to be true." "Wherein do we differ on facts?" When you say that I taught Miss Deane to disbelieve your forged story." Foster Mix paid no nltention to the meaning implied in the word for g ed He was dead set in a purpose, and in order to carr,Y out that pur pose, was prepared to control his temper, and he said: I will withdraw that statement and repeat the question : Have you fully considered Miss Deane s present l e gal status under the will of the late general?" Such a consideration is my affair alone." You a re a young e r man than I am, but per mit me to tell you that. despite your present as surance, the truth of my allegations will be es tablished in a court of law." CHAPTER XVII the lids half down over his handsome blue eyes, and smiled roguishly. "Is it a license ye're goin' for?" It's pos s ible, my old friend, that you may be called upon to act as best man before to morrow's sunset." All right, me b'y; there was a time when I would have taken a night ride on the same errand; and, begorral I have something to sa y ter ye. I'll ride along wid ye till the crest of the hill." A few moments Inter both men were in the saddle, and shortly after were riding briskly through the valley road Three quarters of an hour after Captain Ma gruder and his companion had driven aw a y from the house, a farmer and his son m e t th e latter galloping buck toward the Deane man sion. The old Irishman's peculiar dress and long hair mnde him a special mark for future identi fication, even by parties who might catch a mo m e ntary gl a nce of him. The farmer and his son were accompanied by a couple of dogs, and as they passed over the crest of the hill and were descending upon the opposite side, the attention of the men was at tracted by a peculiar howl. "Father, what's that?" exclaimed the son, haltin g and clutching his father's arm nervous ly, as the doleful sount.! fell upon his ear. The father's face almost became pale as he re plied: CAPTAIN MmE had whi s pered a few words in "Boy, that' s the death howl of a dog, as sure the ears of Zenie that cau s ed the latter to withas you're alive." draw from the room, leaving the three men Let's take the path under the hill, father," alone. said the boy. Zenie bad only consented to do so under the "No, no, John, we must find out what the belief that no violence would occur while the howling of that dog means." gentlemen were inmates of the house. Even while the farmer and his son stood haltAs Zenie turned to l e ave-the room, Foster Mix ing, one of the uogs came back and whined in a had bid her to remain, when Captain Magruder dol e ful manner, running a short distance away, advanced and escorted her to a door leading and then returning, as dogs have frequently into the ball. been known to do, when anxious to draw their When the latter returned, be said: ma s ters to a particular spot "Now, sir, that you are denied the privilege "Stay here, boy said the old farmer, "and of harrowing the feelings of a defenseless wornI will go and s e e what the beasts have found." an, you can spit out your venom, hiss like the "No, no, do not leave me alone; let's take s nake in the grass or bark like the cur that you the path under the bill ; we can come over in the -are!" morning and see what is the matter "You are a liar! a villain! and a scoundrel!" "Boy," said the old man, sternly, "either exclaim e d Foster Mix, :fiercely remain here or follow me, just as you choose. Captain Magruder was but a mere youth, :fiery A fellow-being may have met with an accident, and imp" etuou s and thrown into a passion by or may be iri distress." those epithets, in the excitement of the moment, The old man was but an ignorant individual, he forgot where be was. and was imbued with the superstitious fears tllat His hand flew to bis pistol-pocket, and with distinguish many of the uneducated. his form tremblin g with passion, and his eyes The mournful howl of the dog had :filled him blazing with fierce wrath, he exclaimed : with terror; and yet, ordinarily, he was a cou" Draw, you whelp!" rageous man, and despite his superstitious fears "Fire, if you choo se," replied Foster Mix, he resolutely nd1'anced along the road, deter without flinching, and calmly folding his arms mined to discover the cause of the peculiar ac' I have no weapon.'' tions of the dog. "You have come here unarmed?" He had proceeded little more than a hundred I have." yard s when )le beheld one of the intelligent Then you came unarmed, in the presence of animals crouched before a dark object which gentlemen, like the coward that you are, to save lay in the center of the road. your life." H e quickened his pace, and upon reaching the "No; I came unarmed because I was a gimspot, discovered that the object which the dog tleman-too much of a gentleman to invite vio was watching was only a soft felt hat. Jenee in a house where I was a guest." The farmer reached down and picked it up; There was a stinging rebuke in these words, and as he raised and examinerl it closely, a cold albeit theycame from a man who was at heart chill ran over his strong frame upon discover-such a villain as Foster Mix. ing that the hat was covered with fresh blood. Captain Magruder felt the rebuke, and restor"Great heavens!" he muttered between his ing the weapon to his pocket, said: chattuing teeth, "there's been murder done "Our quarrel can be adjourned; but rememhere!" ber that I shall hold you responsible for your The farmer's son came sneaking up, when language." th e former held the hat toward the boy, and 'You prove yourself but a boy," said Foster said: Mix, with a sneer, when you even sugge s t See, lad, it's bespattererl with blood!" that your own language could be permitted to "It's a soldier's hat, father," whimpered the pass unpunished." boy, pointing to a gilt cord that circled the Without another word Foster Mfx turned crown. upon bis heel and left the room and the house, By heavens, you're right, lad! And now I and a moment Inter mi ght have been seen gal remember that young Captain Magruder has loping away on his c oal black steed. been a guest at the Deane's for the last few "Well, Captain Frank," exclaimed faithful days." Mike, that divil a thrifle the best of ye on What think ye, father?" the last few shots.' What do I think, boy? Why, I think that That same night, after a long t alk with Zenie, there's been a murder committed here." Captain M agruder announced his intention of If there's been a man murdered, father, riding to the city. where's the body?" Faithful Mike met him pessing through the You' re right, boy," replied the old man, hall, and upon learni.n9 his purport, exclaimed: and he commenced to search around for the "Why the di vii don t ye wait till mornin'?" mangled form of the owner of the hat. My leave of absence expires in forty-eight Half an hour was spent, and nothing rehours." warded the search, until at length the boy ex" Well, what of that?" claimed, as he pointed to a dark streak upon the "I wish to be back here by to-morrow noon, dusty road lending toward the brush: if possible." See, see, father! The murdeters have car" Ah!" exclaimed Captain Mike, as he drew ried off the body, for here's a trail of blood!"


14 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. CHAPTER XVIII. THE old farmer dashed through the bushes, and scrambled for some distance down the side of the hill, but, in the darkness, was unable to discover anything. Returning to the road, he said: We must carry this hat to the house." "Don't go there, father," said the boy. "Why not?" Don't you remem'!;ler that we met that old Irishman, Captain Mike, galloping away from this spot like m ad?" "Well, supposing we did?" Oh, father, I hardly dare think of it!" Think of what, boy?" That he was the m

FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HEF..O. gwine ter nurse de chile-habbent I allus done .so since she were a wee little baby?" "When she returns to consciousness ye'll just tell her that I'm gone to investigate this matter; that I'm thinking Captain Frank has only had a fall from his horse, and I'll have him back for to nurse in a jiffy .. "Oh, dear me! oh, dearmel" muttered Mike, as he turned away; "but I fear it's little nurs ing that he'll neeank. There's been a number of men here," said the farmer, in a low tone. Ayl and there's been some shooUn' goin' on, too;" and Mike pointed to the bark of a. sapling evidently chipped by a bullet. "There's been a boat here," said the farmer; and here's where they shoved off," he added, pointing to a smoothed surface, evidently made by fue bottom of a flatboat as it was slid off the bank "Begorral" exclaimed Mike, but Captain Frank bad plenty of life in him when he was able to lay out that scoundrel over there." What are we to do now?" asked the farmer. "That's just what I'm revolving in my own brain. Faith, if they had the boat, they have kept to the wather, and that throws the hound from the scint.'' All I see that we can do is to place the matter in the hands of the district attorney, and put the authorities on the track." "I<'aith, we'll do that: but it's niver a full night's rest thatI'll take until Captain Frank is found, dead or alive!" It was long after sunrise when Captain Mike and the two negroes reached home.


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. er in the city. The arguments which course fina lly prevailed the faithful old nee of Zenie. Id the severely er to believe ,_in Magruder a fight, 11.ndoubtedWithin two hours after Captain Mike's return, Zenie was on her way to the city to join her mother Three d ay s passed. Durin&' that time the county a ttorney had b een put m possession Of all the facts, a rew a rd had been offered, and two detectives frClm Cincinnati had been tele graphed for to come and work up the mystery. During this time Captain Mike had been on the go day a nd night, working out his own theory for the unrav e ling of th e myotery. The strange story had gone abroad. Relatives of the mis s ing captain had come from Virginia, and enormous sums of money were offered. Every cl ew was followed-but the days length ened into weeks, and the weeks into months, and still it remained a mystery. Suspi c ion had been dire cte d even toward tbe brave old Captain Mike. He was put under arrest, and might have langui s hed in prison for months had not an unexp ec ted circumstance arisen whi c h established his innocence, but threw a greater shadow over the mystery. Two gentlemen, well known in the countv, came forward and testified that they had m'et Captain Magruder riding on alone, a t l east a quarter of a mile from the spot where the bloody bat was found. Still another fact which added to the mystery was the remarkable circumstance that the captain's horse was never di scove red, either dead or alive. Another story now came upon the wings of rumor. The startling romanc e was pa ssed from mouth to mouth that Zenobia D eane, the beautiful and wealthy heiress, was not after all, the r ea l daughter of the late general, but the child of an infamous woman named Hepsy Doane. There was a circumstantiality of detail con nected with these stories that carried the evi dence of their truth to the masses. Three persons prominently connected with these terrible rumors well knew their source, and the clear method of the details did not sur prise them. These latter stories not only solved the ques tion in the minds of the county law officers, but of the public generally. The accepted conclu sion was that Captain Frank Magruder, upon discovering that his intended bride was not only no heiress, but the offspring of infamy and shame, had been accessory to a little pretended tragedy which would convey the impression that he had been murdered, when, in reality, he had ridden away incognito, for the purp6se of avoiding the consequences of an alliance that would be shadowed by such a tale of infamy resting over the origin of the bride. The immediate friends of Mrs Deane and her daughter gave no creden<'e to these wild stories The same proofs that had convinced Captain Magruder of their falsity were sufficient for the friends and relations of the honored widow and her beautiful child. Our readers must not suppose that these ter rible tales were permitted to pass without con tradiction; but every-day experience proves the fact that a defamation of this kind, in the mouths of the multitude, will at least for !!.sea son overshadow the true facts It was a terrible afiliction, .but it was resolutely met, although it required time to establish the truth, and dispel the foul odor of common rumor. Two months subsequent to the mysterious disappearance of Captain Magruder, four per sons, well known to our readers, were holding a consultation in the drawing-room of the Deane mansion "And do you still cling to the same opinion," asked a tall lady, whom we will introduce as Mrs. Deane, that Captain Frank was really a party to this mystery?" I would prefer madame, in view of the un shaken confidence that you and your and our old friend here ret a in in the integntyof Captain Magruder, not to express an opinion." Zenie, whom trials had made more spiritually beautiful, now spoke up, and said: Colonel Wingate, you are my mother's legal adviser, and in expressing your convic tion, you must be governed by your experience as a lawyer, without regard to the beliefs and confidences prompted by our hearts. " Spoken up lik e a brave daughter of old Kent.uckl" exclaimed Mike; "and, believe one thing darlin', hang what law and evidence says, my old heart keeps me firm in the belief that ye'll yet be rewarded for yer faith, by beholdmg Captain Frank again in life, and as true and honorable as upon that evil day when he left these doors I" "I hope," said Colonel Wingate, "that your hearts will prove better indexes of the final de nouement than the law of evidence." "Then you really believe, colonel, that Cap tain Magruder is alive, and was a party to the establishment of the mystery attached to his dis arpearance?" As I am compelled to speak, I must say, my dear madame, that circumstances point directly to such a conclusion." See here Colonel Wingate, it's not more than three months ago that ye looked upon the proofs furni s h ed by Foster Mix as legally satis factory concerning the parentage of that dear girl." H a d you and Mrs. Deane consulted me, as you ought to have done, inst ea d of relying upon detectives, I migh t have been better prepared to meet that man's revelation." Well, ther e's one thing, colonel," exclaimed Mike, suddenly, see that this time ye be bet ther prepared, for here comes Foster Mix, as usual, mounted on a black horse-the divil!" CHAPTER XXII. ZENIE," said Mrs. Deane, upon he a ring Mike's announcement, I desire that you with draw; it is not necessary that you should meet this man." There was a light in Zenie's eye, and an ex pression upon her face which plainly indicated that, had she consulted her own wishes alone, she would have preferred to meet Foster Mix face to face; accustomed always to yield to the judgment of her mother, she left the room. A few moments later Foster Mix cantered up to the entrance of the house, halted, and dis mounted in the same deliberate manner as formerly. An observer would not have judged, from his manner, that there had heen any iuterruption to his former intimate relations with the family of the mansion. His usual signal brought the colored boy around lo take charge of his horse, when, with the same cold smile upon his face, and quiet, self -possess ed b ear ing, he ascended to the broad piazza, entered the house, and was shown into the presence of Mrs. Deane, Captain Mike, and the lawyer After the exchange of the usual salutations, Mrs Deane abruptly opened the subject which had led to his pre sence. Addressing Foster Mix, s he said : "Foster, when you rec e ived my message to visit Deane Hill, lou must have surmised the purpose of my de s ire to see you?" My dear aunt," replied Foster Mix, in per fectly even ton es, I did no such thing." You have certainly heard the terrible story which has floated upon public rumor concern ing my daughter?'' "I certainly have. " I will not charge you with having furnished the origin a l material for these rumors." You would do me an injustice if you did." "And yet, Foster, their origin has been traced to you; still the truth or falsity of that suspicion is immaterial." "The suspicion is wrong al)d unjust." For the present, I will accept your denial. As it leads me to premise that you are equally concerned with other friends and relatirns in proving that the whole story is an absolute forg ery?" If I believed it to be an absolute forgery, I certainly should feel myself called upon to prove it so." I am glad to hear you say so, as you can greatly assist us in runnrng down the lie to the foul source from whence it originated." "If I was once convinced that it was a lie, you certainly could count upon my aid." I have summoned you here to prove to you that the story is absolutely false. I indulge the hope that you have merely been imposed upon, as others have and that you will gladly recog nize the absolute proof which I possess." I thank you, aunt, for your confidence, and I assure you that I am prepared to have my im pressions concerning this story removed After Foster Mix had thus expressed himself, Mrs. Deane advanced toward him, handing him a miniature portrait, and said: "Will yo u please look at that?" Foster Mix took the picture, and after fastening his cold eyes upon it a moment said, with out betraying the least symptoms of excite ment : This is a picture of yourself, aunt?" Yes-and I believe you never saw it be fore." I never did." "That miniature was mislaid and lost for twenty years. It was accidentally found a few month s ago. As you gaze at it, Foster, does it not strike you that its discover y was fortunate eve n providential?" Fortunate, I should say, but I a m not tinged with that superstition that teaches one to look upon the most ordinary events as providential. " Do es not a startling fact strike you upon be holding that miniature?" I only recognize the fact, dear aunt, of how beautiful you were." Mrs. Deane betrayed considerable ex c itement and the tones of her voice were tremulous, as she asked, eagerly: Do you not detect a startling resemblance to your cousin in that picture?" To what cousin have you refer e nce, dear aunt?" replied Foster Mix, in a tone of indiffer ence that was freezing. "A res e mbance to my daughter." "You mean Zenie?' "Yes." "Well, since you call my attention to it, I admit that I do recognize a s light resem blance "And what conclusion do you draw from that fact?" Simply that it is a remarkable coincidence." Do you not recognize that n a ture and art proclaim the story of Hepsy Doane to be an in famous lie? " I certainly do not. I s this the proof-the only proof that you have to furnish?" Is not that s ufficient?" The simple fact of an accidental resem blance is not sufficient to l ea d me to prono unce this story of Hepsy: Doane a forgery." ' Then you still believe that story to be true?" I must, until stronger proofs are brought to deny it than have already been advanced to suppo1t it." The resemblance between that picture and my daughter does not make the lea s t impression upon you?" Not the least, as far as the story of Hepsy Doane is concerned." Th e n you would not feel justified in aiding us in establishing the fact of its being a for gery?" I could not conscientiously aid in support ing a false tneory that would continue the o.ffswing of an infamous woman as the recognized heiress of the honored name and estate of my mother's brother." Mrs. Deane, although an invalid appeared to be supplied momentarily with extraordinary physical strength, as drawing herself up proud ly, and pointing her finger at Foster Mix, she said, in words of scathing scorn: "Until within the last half hour, I did not believe, Foster Mix, that such a r ep tile as you are existed in human form. Recognizing the possibility that you might believe the story, I wished to afford you one opportunity to avert the consequences of your villainy." "Aunt, when you us e epithets toward me, re that I am the child of your husband's sister. I remember the fact with shame; and I re member oth e r acts also. Two motives actuate your conduct-one of them is vengeance upon a h e lpless girl; the other, a desire to crush her by a cu rse which would place you in possession of these estates. Now, then, I ask you, will you turn back, or will you go on until your scheming shall recoil upon yourself, and you are crushed at the bottom of the pit which you have dug for others?" Foster Mix was still calm and motionless and his pale features were even wreathed by a bland smile as he replied: I have nothing but sympathy and com miseration for you, my dear aunt. I know how 1


FAITHFUL MIKE, IRISH HERO. 17 you love that girl, and know it is possihle that, while your judgment accepts the truth, your heart r e jects it. I am not animated by a spirit of vengeance, nor by a sordid desire to obtain possession of what should not be legally mine; all I ask for-all I want-all I desire is, that justice should be done." There was something terribly tragic and fear fully sublime in the attitude of that silver haired woman, Mrs. Deane, as she enunciated, in tones of thrilling earnestness: "It'.s justice, Foster Mix, that you ask forit's justice that you shall have; and though the mills of the gods grind slowly, beware lest between the upper and the nether stone you are ground to powder!" Foster Mix made no reply to the terrible words of Mrs. Deane. The latter waited a moment, and then, motion ing to Captain Mike to approach, she said, as she seized his arm: '' Captain Carragher, you will please escort me from that fellow's presence; the battle has now commencecl, let him beware of the issue!" After Mrs Deane had departed from the room, Foster Mix turned to Colonel Wingate, and said : '' Colonel, have you any business with me, sir? " I have not," replied the lawyer. Then 1 will go," said Foster Mix, and in a stately m a nner he pass e d from the room. CHAPTER XXIII. WHILE Foster Mix stood upon the piazza, waiting for hi.3 black horse to be brought around, h e was startled by hearing a low growl. Turning in the direction from whence the growl proceeded, he gave a start upon beholding crouched at the foot of the steps, the mass ive blood-hound that had nearly terminated his career in front of the altar of the little church. The flaming eyes of the beast were fastened upon him, and his jaws were ridged with threat ening anger. "Hang that beast!" muttered Foster Mix, fiercely, adding, as he drew a pistol from his pocket and cocked it; that animal's too fierce and dangerous to live! I might as well destroy him at once! I will!" Leveling his pistol, but holding it in such a manner that the keen-eyed monster could not d e tect his intentions, he was just about to place his finger upon the trigger, when a firm grasp fas tened upon his wrist, and a stern voice ex claimed: "Hold on : don't murder that dog! He bas more human nature in him than ye have yerse l Foster Mix was a cool man, and personally brave and courageous, but he was not physically s trong ; on the contrary, Captain Mike, although p as t middle age, possessed muscles like whip c ords, and physically was much stronger than the majority of younger men. There was a murderous gleam in the eye of Fos ter Mix as he sought to wrest his hand away from the old Irishman. Failin g to free himself, in the hot anger of the moment, he raised his other hand and struck Captain Mike a smart blow upon the che e k. Instantly the latter exerted all of bis strength, a nd twisted the younger man's arm until, through sheer pain, he was compelled to drop the weapon. ' Only that I feared that the dog would tear ye to pieces, I'd lift ye down thim steps wid a rear fire of my foot!" exclaimed Captain Mike. "You gray-haired villain!" fairly hissed Foster Mix heretofore your vulgar origin alone has prevented me from noticing your interfer

18 F AITHFU:L MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. man, when a low, fierce growl caused them to halt. "Shoot that infernal dog!" exclaimed one of them. The other moved his hand as though about to draw a pistol, when Captain Mike exclaimed: Hold on, my friend. Don't yer move hand or fut, or I'll put a hole through ye!" As Captain Mike spoke, he covered the man's heart with the muzzle of one of his pistols. The othe r man now sought to draw a weapon whcu the old Irishman covered him with the other pistol, and said, quietly: Hold on, you! I have ye both covered wid me heavy guns." There was something in the quiet, determined attitude of the old mau that warned the other two that it would be dangerous to "Now, see me frinds," said Mike, a mischievous smile radiating his handsome old face I was allays agin sindin' recruits on dangerous duty whm I was in the army. They nade drillin' fust-drillin', me boys!" "You have the advantage only because we did not expect resistance." Faith, that's the great fault of recruits. They're too confident, and like you fellows, they're often l?rought up wid a short turn. Now, whist a bit, and we'll bev a littie coun cil of war under a flag of truce. What the divil hev ye come to arrest me for?" On a charge of assault and robbery." "And who made that dirty charge agin an old soger?" Mr. Foster Mix." Ah, and that was just what I thought. And now see ye both go back, and tell yer commanding officer that he must sind a larger force if he wants to capture me." Do you refuse to recognize the warrant?" Av course I do." You will get yourself into serious trouble." All right. But be off, now. I'll release ye on parole." One of the men was more Cl!nning than the other, and he said: "All right; we will accept our release on parole for the present," and he was about mov ing away, when Captain Mike called out: "Howld on! We must do this little busi ness accordin' to the articles of war." The constable had thought that by pretending to comply, he could get out of the ran ge of Captain Mike's pistol, and then, by drawing his own, have an equal advantage. The old Irishman's next request banished this idea. The first thing a soldier does," said the old man, whin he surrinders is to lay down his weapons. Ye will just comply wid that article, in the first place, if ye plaze." Hang the old rogue!" muttered the con stable, as he drew his pistol from his pocket. That is right," said Mike. "Now ye can just lave it down, if ye plaze." The man laid down the pistol on the piazza. "Ye can just lay down yer weapon also," said Captain Mike, addressing the other constable. With rueful face, the other man complied, when Captain Mike told his dog: Go fetch them things here." To the surprise of both men, the hound obeyed, walking over and taking one pistol at a time, and depositing them soberly at his master's feet. Me dog is purty well drilled in tactics," said Mike, and then added: "Now me frinds, ye are on parole." CHAPTER XXV. THE chagrin of the two constables can be better imagined than described. They had started off with their warrant, un der the impression that they had merely to arrest a feeble old man. Instead of walking arsenals of them selves, as usual, it bad so happened that the only two weapons they had carried were the two pistols that Captain Mike had ordered them to lay down under the articles of war. When the intelligent old hound had carried these into camp, they were l eft totally unarmed, and at the mercy of the old captain. But one tliing remained for them to do-that was to accept the situation, and retreat in good order After the two l aw officers had mounted, and were about to -ride away, Captain Mike called out, in a semi-taunting tone: I suppose you'll bring up yer reserves now?" "Very likely," replied one of the constables. "You'll not make a charge agin me of rob bing ye of yer pistols, I hope?" "No, old man; we'll consider them surren dered according to your articles of war." "Well, good-day tolez." Goocl-day, replie the men, as they drew off. "Faith! that's a dirthy trick of Foster Mix," muttered Mike; but by the powers! I'll spoil that trick, scein', thou&"h, that I'll have to ride to town and give bail. Faith! military l aw beats civil law, when ye have a re giment at yer back; but one old soger wouldn't stand much show agin a dozen constables." While Mike was thinking over the awkward ness of the situation, and the inconvenience that bis enemys' paltry tactics would occasion him, the two constables had arrived at a point in the road where they thought it to hold a few moments' consultation. There's thing certain," remarked one of them, "we can't go back, Craft, without the prisoner our warrant calls for." "That's my idea of it, Hayden," replied the other. This would be a pretty story against us if the facts were known." "Yes, sir; I'd rather put the muzzle of my pistol into my mouth, and pull the trigger with my own hand, than have my tongue to tell how we were disarmed by a n old man and a dog." "Darn it! the old feller bluffed us dead!" "Not all a bluff, after all; the old cuiis meant mischief By thunder! but he was keen! He heard us coming, and before I really thought of resistance at all. Well, what are we going to do now?" "We must go somewhere, put ourselves on a war footing, go back and get our prisonerthere's nothing else to do." 1 Do you think we'll find him there when we go back?" We've got to take that chance. There's one thing certain, I don't leave this part of the country until I put a charge of buckshot in that darned hound!" It was kind o awkward to stand there and see that dog walk off with both of those pistols. I imagined all the time I could see a broad gain on the beast's face." Hang it! I felt like grinnin9 myself, only we were the subjects of the joke. Between you and me, Craft, I wouldn't like to see the old man hurt; he's a game old cuss." "Well, that's the way I feel about it. If I wasn't afraid the story would l eak out, I'd rather ride back and report the man the warrant calls for as non est." "There's one thing sure : we've got to take him unawares, or fight; that old fellow will get hurt, or hurt somebody before he'll be made a prisoner." "I'll tell you what we can do, partner, we can ride back, and we can compromise with the old warrior." How will we do that?" On condition that he shall say nothing about the little rig he got on us. We'll serve the war rant, and accept his word to answer the sum mons on his honor." Can we rely on his pledge?" When the old man passes his word, you can lay your life on the fulfillment of it." The foregoing conver8ation clearly indicates that the two constables were re ally brave men, to that class of brave men who, un der the circumstances, instead of feelin&" a petty spite toward the old Irishman, felt their hearts warm toward him with admiration for his coolness and courage. They felt that the old Irishman had only acted, under the circumstances, like any other brave man. He had made a point on them, and they re solved to accept the situation good-natured ly. What do you say, Craft? Shall we go back and fix this business as I propose?" I'm agreed to anything you suggest." "Well, all right! Here goes, and I hope this time we'll have better success in serving the warrant." A few moments after the two constables appeared a second time cantering up the car riage-way, toward the entrance to the Deane mansion. When within about a hundred feet of the house they were brought to a sudden and un expected bait. Hold on, there! I expected yez would be back!" The two constables did bold on upon behold ing Captain Mike standing al?ngside one of the pillars supporting the portico, with a double barreled shot-&"un in his hand. "Begorra, it's grape and canister I'll be after givin' ye if ye don't lave now intirelyl" One of the constables sung out: "We want to hold another council of war, captain." "Ohl I understand yees! Ye've just been arming yoursel's, and yer back here to raise the divill Now. I want yees to understand jist one thing, and ye .can make up yer mind to it first as last-ye'll never take me prisoner alive." "We don't want to take you prisoner, cap tain. We've got a proposition to make " Ride up, one of yees, and make yer propo sition." One of the constables advanced his horse, while the other remained stationery. Captain Mike kept his shot.gun at a level un til the constable approached, and, throwing up his hands, showed that he was unarmed. "Now, thin, what have ye to say?" asked Captain Mike. "I want to say, that so far you've got the best of us," replied the constable, good-naturedly. "Faith, that's the fortune of war!" said Mike. The man that's licked to-day may be the victor to-morrow; and what's the proposi tion ye have to make?" "I want to serve the warrant, and receive your word of honor to voluntarily answer the summons." "Faith, if ye mean fair honest, I'll agree to that." But I have a condition to make.' What's your condition r "That you give us back our pistols, and promise to say nothing about the manner in which you captured them." A broad smile overspread Captain Mike's goodhumored face, as he asked; "Are ye disposed to take that as a good joke?" The best joke we ever pla;red a part in." And ye have no hard feelm'?'' "Not a bit." Faith, I believe yer two good, square men, and I'm almost inclined to go along wid ye, only that it would be very inconvanient at prisent." Will 1ou acknowledge the service of the warrant?' "Av course I will!" The legal conditions for the formal service of the warrant were fulfilled, and the constables were invited to remain overnight. The latter gladly accepted the invitation, and upon the following morning, Captain Carragher rode over in their company, and furnished bail for his future appearance to answer the charge. It was after nightfall when the brave old Irishman was on the road returning toward home. Knowing full well the dangerous character of his enemy, and re alizing that at any moment the same assassins who had murdered Captain Magruder might sudden ly spring out upon him, ()aptain Mike was on bis guard. A few moments after strikin g under the shadow of the woods, through which a portion of his road lay, the necessity for his caution was proven. CHAPTER XXVI. To those who are not acqua int ed with the fact, we will state that, previous to the war, and at the time we write, in that part of the country where the incidents of our story are laid it was almost the universal custom for men to g o armed. In some of our states and territories at the present day this custom still prevails. If any of our readers co n s ider this statement an exaggeration, we would invite them to bop on a through train of the Pacific Railroad and travel as far as Colorado and Nevada, and if the?,' don't meet walking arsenals &t every turn, we II admit that our statement is an exaggeration. The mom1mt Captain Mike came under the shadow of the trees of the dense woods, he cocked his holster pistols, and had them un strapped and ready for instant service, while he carried a cocked revolver also in his hand "By the powers!" he muttered to himself, as he rode along, it's not often I'm troubled with the blues but I ha ve a strange falin', as though were about to happen." At this instant his soliloquy was interrupted hy hearing a crackling of the dry leaves, as th ough some one were trampling over them. Capta in M ik e brought his horse to an instant h a lt, and listened.


FAITHFUL MlKE, THE IRISH HERO. 19 The ni ght was so pitch dark that he was co mpelled to depend entirely upon his sense of hearing, as it was almost impossible to dis tinguish even the outlines of an object a man's. length distant. The sound ceased, seemingly at the same in stant that the old man had brought his horse to a halt Faith, me ears may have fooled me that time," muttered Mike; "and it's just possible that an old campai?ner like me may be gittin' nervous. Faith, it s not an unusual thing to hear all kinds of quare noises in the forest at night-time.'' 'For a full minute be stopped and listened, but not h ea ring a repetition of the sound, urged his horse forward, a t the same time resuming his soliloquy, with the remark: Begorra, from the first I had it in my mind that that warrant was only a pretense to get me upon the road so that I might become the prey of the hired murderers of that black-hearted sco undrel, Foster Mix. Faith," he continued after a moment, "it btands a man in hand, in these parts, to be ready for any emergency." At this instant Mike's soliloquy was cut short by the sharp r eport of a rifle, and the whiz of a bullet over his horse's head. "Begorra, that's one of the emergencies!" ex c l a im ed the old man, as he leaped from the sadd l e and took shelter beside his horse, oppo site from the direction whence the bullet had come In leaping from his horse so quickly and taking shelter beside him, proved the thor o ughly soldierly experience of Captain Mike. Immediately after he displayed a second sol d i e rly precaution. Slowly and noiselessly, as though the animal's hoofs were mulled, Captain Mike backed him down. His object for changing his position was founded upon the following conclusion: Owing to the intense darkness the assassin had judge d his aim by the sound alone, and it was impossible that he could have distinguished the object aimed at. The keen and experienced Irishman further reasoned, that the marksman, iii. discharging a second shot, would move his range a little for ward, supposing that the rider would advance a few steps before halting. This is why the wily old man backed his horse from the position instead of leading him forward. The correctness of the old soldier 's conclusions was quickly confirmed. A second shot followed the first, and the ball buried itself in a tree bordering the road at least twenty feet distant in advance. Captain Mike's horse, like his hound, was well trained. Most of the old man s time had been spent in company with the two beasts, and the r esult was that both were thoroughly drilled," as the old man termed it. After the second shot was discharged, Cap tain Mike discovered another shrewd point Leaving his horse standing in the road, he silently stole up near the point where the second bullet had struck, and with the barrel of one of his holster pistols resting on his arm, waited patiently waited for a third shot. He did not have long to wait. The' third shot quickly followed, and singularly enough, as was betrayed by the whiz of a bullet, ranged directly between the first and the second. Kape that up me frind," muttered the old soldier, and afore long I'll save the hangman a nice job." In the meantime, the old man stole back to where he had left his horse standing in the ro ad and quietly caused the noble animal to lie down, as obediently as a trick horse in a circus. "Now thin, we'll go on wid the skirmish," muttered Captain Mike, as he dropped on his hands and knees and crawled forward to his former position. After the usual interval, a fourth shot came, and as near as the old man could judge, the ball flew directly over the spot where the horse lay in the road. This last shot disclosed another fact also-the assass in was advancing after each discharge. "Come on, me frind!" muttered Mik e, as coolly as though he was a looker on at a pigeon match. Come on, me frind," he added, and we'll h ave a subject for a black under taker purty soon!" Some moments passed, and a grave-like s ilence follow ed "All ri g ht," mutt e red Mike, as he still keenly listened. "That nagur's curiosity will ind in a funeral oration by a black parson." Finally, after full ten minutes' listening, Cap tain Mike's patience was rewarded by hearing the snapping of a dry twig. "Be the powers! I don't know as I ought to kill that feller. Begorra! it's a cunninger he ad than his that put him up to this murther. If I could git a fair crack at the rascal, I'd give him the tip of a bullet as would create the fondne ss for a crutch for the rest of his ljfe! But faith! such a night as this it's one or the other of us, and it's betther him than me!" Another interval of silence followed, when again Captain Mike gave utterance to his thou g hts by remarking: If I had the hound here, now, I reckon that nagur would have to get a new sate to his pantaloons.' Again the cool-headed old man heard the crackling of dry leaves, and a moment later distinguished the outlines of the head and shoulders of a human form protruding from the hrush bordering the road-side directly opposite where he stood. "Bang!" came the sharp report of a pistol, followed by a shriek and a groan, and the next instant a dark object rolled and writhed in the center of the road. I had to do it," was the remark of Captam Mike, as he rose to his feet and stood beside the struggling form. The struggles of the victim of the old Irisb man 's shot were of short duration. Soon the writhing ceased, and the contorted limbs stiffened in death. I thought that feller's curiosity would kill him," quietly remarked Mike, as he knelt be side the dead man . Taking a match from his vest pocket, and igniting it on his knee, he held the sputtering flame over the victim's face. Instantly, with an exclamation of surprise, he said, as the little blue flame illuminated the ghastly features: "Be the powers! but it's a white man Divil a regrit have I now-a man that could sell him self to commit a murther is as bad as the scoun drel that hired him, and the world's well rid of the like of him at any time!" A few d ays s ubsequent to the e vent s ab ove related quite an excitement was occasioned throughout the state by the arrest of Foster Mix, by the widow of his uncle, on a charge of conspiracy. The excitement attending this startling event had hardly subsided when the horrors of a former sensation were revived in a wonderful and startling manner. As previously mentioned, Captain Mike had been in the h ab it of daily making myst e rious excursions, in companr with his hound. Imme diately after his encounter in the woods with the secret assassin, the old man resumed the se strange rambles One afternoon after a long tramp Captain Mike seated himself upon a fallen tree and ac cording to a habit of communing with hims e lf audibly remarked, as he produced hi s pipe: I wonder where the divil that hound can be? It's two hours now since I saw hide or h air of the dog! Faith! there must be some thing up to attract the baste away for so long a while." Captain Mike had finished his pipe, and was about to resume tramp toward home, when he heard the deep bay of the hound. Begorral" he exclaimed, "here comes the dog now! A few moments later the beast came in view. As the usually quiet animal crouched before his master, it betrayed peculiar signs of exci te ment, similar to those when the dead body of the negro was scented on the bank of the river. Upon observing the restless movemtints of the do g, his old master also became greatly excited. Old Captain Mike well knew what the signs of the intelligent beast meant, and soon the hound was away upon a trail, followed by his master. A way through the woods sped the dog, fol lowed by the wiry old man. It was near nightfall, when a death bowl fell upon Captain Mike's ears notifying him that the beast had struck the end of his scent. Oh, murther! oh murther!" moaned Mike, as a look of agony swept over his usually cheer ful features. "Woe is me! woe is me!" he added, as he staggered along through the thick brush. Finally he reached a ledge overlookin g a gully CHAPTER XXVII. twenty feet in depth. f C Down, just below him, he discover ed the dog THE natural tenderness o heart of aptain crouched at the verge of a hole, in which was Mike was betrayed by the remark he made disclosed portions of a skeleton. upon discovering that the ill-fated assassin was "I feared it! I feared it!" muttered the old a white man. man. Me tramps day after day have The words, Faith! I have no regret now!" terminated, as I thought in the end they must ; were suggestively significant. l d h f II Had the intended assassin proved to have the dog has so ve t e mystery a ter a been a black man, there would remain some It was some time before Captain Mike found allowance for his intended crime, owing to the a place where he oould descend. fact of his ignorance, and the possible con-At length he managed to clamber down to tingency of his having been a slave whose will the bed of the gully, and with eyes blinded with was his master's. tears, and throbbing heart in anticipation of The same allowance could not be made for a the terrible discovery he was about to make, white man; one of the latter could only have the faithful old man staggered down toward the been influenced by a lust for gain.' spot where the dog was crouching beside the "Ye lay there!" said Mike rising to his feet, skeleton. and may your fate be a warning to the man It was evident that during the heavy rain, who hired ye, if he has the courage to gaze the bed of the gully was the channel of a tem upon yer distorted features; the same awaits porary torrent . hir.nsel' if he continues to seek for my blood!" When Captain Mike arrived beside the hole Having delivered himself of the above speech, he was convinced that it was the water that had Captain Mike went to his horse, and starting washed away the earth, exposing the skeleton to him to his feet, mounted, and rode away toward view home. Uutting a sappling and sharpening the point It was two days before the old Irishman heard with his jackknife, the old man began to dig any rumors of the finding of the body of his vieaway the soft earth. tim. After a short time his l ah ors were rewarded The man proved to be a stranger in the vicinity by the discovery of an article that caused him where his body was found, but upon the into exdaim: quest the fact was established that the dead man "I thought so! I thought so!" was an infamous character well known in The article which he had discovered was a Louisville. saddle, and a moment's examination convinced The efforts to discover the mode of his death him of the fact, that it belonged to Cap tain were not very searching. The proof of his in Magruder. famous character appeared to impress the jury Still further examination brought to light a that the fellow most likely lost his life in some bridle. unlawful undertaking. "Faith, this was the captain's too," said ,The verdict was the usual one in such casesMike. "Now, thin, to find the s keleton of the killed in some manner to the jury unknown poor murthered captain himself. -and in a country where fatal encounters were The old man dug and dug until the skeleton of frequent occurrence, the death of this man of a horse was completely un cove red, but not caused but little excitement, and the tragic cir the least sign of human bones could be find. cumstance was speedily forgotten. Faith, this accounts for the mysterious disCaptain Mike, as he read an account of the appearance of the captain's horse. But where inquest, felt satisfied that there was one man have the red-h a nded murtherers buried the who could guess pretty correctly the manner of rider ?" 'l' he old man started the do g on a the stranger's death, and he felt ass ured also search for another scent. that the same individual would be the most Up and down th e gully he tramped for a mile anxious to have m a tter pass out of memory. or more in opposite rlirections from where he


20 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IHISR BERO. had found the skeleton of the horse, but the faithful hound failed to strike a fresh scent Captain Mike returned to where he had been dig g ing a nd while standin g there revolving the circumstance s in his mind, he muttered: "Well, well, so far so good I have found the grave of the horse, and by the powers, if there's virtue in perseverance, I'll find the grave of the murthered man also. Then, Foster Mix, ye can look to yersel'. I have said I'd see ye upon the g allows, an' I'll kape me word." The shadows of night were lengthening, and a weird gloom was falling over the forest which bonlered th e gully as Captain Mike caught up the onc e buried saddle and bridle and started toward home. While the faithful old soldier was digging away, excavating the earth where he had founq the saddle and bridle of his friend, little did he dream that a pair of eyes were watching his every movement. Once or twice the hound utter an ominous growl, but owing to the excitement of the dis covery, the master of the dog had paid little attentions to the growl. B e aring the result of his discoveries with him, the old man trudged homeward. It was night when he pas s ed the broad gate leading up to the Deane mansion. Wearied and 1ired, he was g lad to reach home, when the low growls of the hound finally attracted his attention. Begorra, there's something on the dog s mind,' exclaimed Mike as he laid down the saddle ahd bridle, and intimidated to the dog to be away. With a low, fierce bark the excited animal bounded off. CHAPTER XXVIII. As Captain Mike started to follow the hound, be heard a yell of terror, followed by a voice exclaiming : "Call off the dog! call off the dog!" When our old hero got o u t in the road, he saw a man standing there, with the hound crouched before him, the latter uttering low, warning growls. Who are ye, and what are ye prowling around here for ? asked Captain Mike. "Can't 11. man go along the road about his business without being set upon by a fierce beast like that? -"Give way, Tiger-give way!" said Mike, calling to the dog; and then addressing the man, added: What's[er name?" None o your business," replied the m11n, in a surly tone. Look here, my friend, said Mike sup pose I should m a ke it none of my and let th e dog alone-what would b e come of you?" If you are the owner of the dog, it is your business to call him off. " By the same token, as your prowling around h e re's a little suspicious it's yer business to give au account of yersilf. I never knew that ba s t e to interfere wid a body that didn't require watching.'' If I'd had a barker in my pocket about me. I'd hushed the bark of that fourle g ged devil forever "Never mind the barker; but where did you come from ?'' It's none o' yer business." "You're a mane cur, wheriver ye ca me from. I h a ve a mind to let the do g shake a little of yer insol e nce out o ye " If you should do th,1t. Captain Carragher, you d get yourself in trouble." "So yer acquainted wid me, are ye?" 'Twould be strange if I wasn 't." "Well, now, look here, me frind-I suppose ye'd like to be off about yer business, wouldn't ye?" "I would." Well, ye'll answer me one question, 9.ny how, first. How long have ye been following me?" "I ha..-en't been following you at all." Where were ye going whin the dog flew at ye?" "I was going to Braham's place." "Yer sure ye wasn't following me?" "I'll take my oath that I wasn't." "All ri g ht. Ye can go now; but I want ye to remimber one thing-the hound will be loose to-night, and if he catches .ye prowling around here after this, I may not be near to prevint his tearing ye to pieces .'' The man passed on his way, and Captain Mike returned to where he had left the saddle and bridle, and picking them up, proceeded down to the house. Upon the very dar that the old Irishman and his dog were rambling through the woods, and were rewarded by the remarkable discovery in the gully, a scene was transpiring in a law office in the city of Louisville. Directly opposite the court house, facing one side of the square on which t.he temple of jus tice is located, is situated a row of one-story brick buildings, occupied exclusively by law yers. Seated in one of these offices, and engaged in an earnest conversation with a sharp-eyed, in telligent, cunning-looking man, was Foster Mix. At the moment we introduce these parties to the reader the lawyer had just made the remark: There s no question about the fact, Mr. Mix; if that old man, Captain Carragher, g-oes on the stand as a witness the effect of all your proofs will be blown from the minds of the jury as easily and effectually as I blow these ashes off the end of my cigar." Is there no way to impugn his st11Dding in court as a witness?" I have thought of that, and made inquiries and the result is that that old man has as fine a record, as a soldier and gentleman, as any officer that was ever honorably discharged from the service of the United States. It's wonder ful in what esteem the old fellow is held." "And you have ascertained the nature of his testimony, eh?" "I have; and it will kill the effect of that of your three witnesses dead." 11 Foster Mix for some moments was lost in in tense thought, but at length said: I believe, in my written statement fur nished to Colonel Wingate, that I have been very precise in giving the exact time and minute de tails containing the exchange of infants?" "Unfortunately for your case, you have; and that old Captain Mike stands like a massive stone wall against all the corroborative evidence that you can bring to support those details." Then that old scoundrel will perjure himself." Certainly, if your statements are truthful." Do you intend to insinuate that they are not?" "No, sir; I have no such intention. You must remember that we lawyers are compelled to recognize only the legal aspect of testimony." And you assure me that the testimony of this -one man Is a certain ba'r to the sworn affi davits that I have to produce?" "Frankly, yes, sir; and it is a singular fact, that this old man's story is in a c cordance with the character that some of the best men in the country give him-he has the credit for a faith fulness that is truly wonderful, and a bull-dog like tenacity of purpose.'' Then, as the case stands, that olu rascal can perjure me out of my reputation as a gentleman and a man of honor, and eventually debar me from the inheritance of my uncle's estates?" "If this matter comes to u trial, and he ever goes upon the witness stand, it's my impression that would be the result." "Then you d,on't value this miniature busi ness-this resemblance part of their case?" That's very nice in romance-very pretty for a stage situation-but very weak in law, when put a g ainst the sworn testimony of your witnesses; in other words, morally it' s pre sumptively strong, but legally ver7 feathery." "You can't suggest any way o getting over the evidence of this old man, then?" There is but one suggestion I can offer, if this trial can be staved off until the old man drops into bis grave, why you've got a sure case. '' Suppose this Captain Carragher should be convicted of a capital crime?" "What do you reckon is a capital crime?" "Murder." "The l awyer fastened his keen eyes upon the stolid face of his client, and there was a peculiar significance in the tones of his voice as he mut tered, refiecti vely: That might do." If this fellow was arrested on a charge of murder, would it prevent him appearing as a witness?" '' That would depend somewhat upon the nature of the circumstances that indicated his guilt " If he was convicted of murder, he couldn't testify, could he?" "Yours is a simple prqposition. If he was convicted of murder he would probably be hung, and we have an old pirati c al tra d iti o n that dead men tell no tales.' '' Foster Mix rose to take his departure As he drew on his gloves he asked : When is this case to come on ? "It will be two months yet." "Two months'/" "Yes, sir; certainly not sooner than that. Foster Mix stepped toward the door, then turned and said, in the quiet, deliberate manner peculiar to him: "You may go on with this matter as though that Irishman were already hung!" and, with out another word, he went out of the lawyer' s office. CHAPTER XXIX. Two or three days subsequent to Captain Mike's discovery in the bed of the gully, th e beautiful Zenie Deane was returning from a short ride on horseback, when, as she was s lowly cantering along the road, her animal suddenly pricked up its ears and shied to one side, and finally came to a dead halt. The Kentucky girl, who 'ms a splendid hors e woman, lashed the beast furiously, at the same time urging him forward. Her attention being absorbed in the effort t o urge her horse forward prevented her for a moment from observing what the object w as that had occasioned his strange antics. Chancing to glance forward, she discovered the cause of the animal's terror. Standing directly in the road, she beheld the bent form of an old negro. Seeing that he was observed by the beautifu l rlder,:the old negro exclaimed: Bress your heart, Miss Zenie, but yer am got de blood ob de ole gineral in yer veins, shuahl But let de hoss stan', chile I se come a long putty good ways for an ole man like me to hab a little talk wid yer." Why. Uncle Pete, I haven't seen you in a long time!" "No, chile, hi, hi! _de ole :man's '.body am most gub out, but his head am clar! Yah yah, him head am clar; can't fool de ole man nohow!" How have they been trying to fool you, Uncle Pete?" said Zenie, as she leaped out of the saddle and led her horse up to where the old man was standing. Chile, de ole man's ears am wide open. I jes heerd all dem stories dat am goin' aroun 'bout de ole massa's darter. She's his own chile, shuah!" Zenie saw at once that tlie old man had bear d the rumors concerning herself, and conclude d that the good-hearted old negro had travel ed miles to come and assure her of his disbelief i n them, and she said: "I' m very grateful to you, Uncle Pete, for disbelievin g those awful stories." "Couldn' t do nuffin e lse but disbelieb 'e m chile. I want yer ter understan' dat I w a s born on de Deane plac _e, and when yer fader's sis ter war married to General Mix, de ole man gu h me to his darter; an' when de missis di e d, ob course I war lef' dar on de Mix place; but I'se a Deane all froo, chile. I don t done lik e d e massa, yer cdusin Foster Mix, nohow. He mn't like de ole stock. Golly, chile I'se afeard he am a berry bacl man!" What makes you think so, Uncle Pete? "I seed a good many tings, chile, dat I don't like-many, many t'ings dat I don't speak, k a s e I 'member his mudder was a Deane-de youn g massa am a cruel man!" "He certainly has acted very cruel in allow ing these rumors to circulate concerning me." I'se afeard dat ain't all, chile," said the old man, assuming a solemn look, and shaking hi s head ominously. "Have you got anything to tell me, Unc l e Pete?" asked Zenie, judging from the old man' s manner that he had something to communicate The old negro looked around carefully i n every direction, evidently to see that there were no person near to overhear. Apparently satisfied that there was no one in the vicinity, he answered, in a low tone, and in a very mysterious manner: Dunno, chile, ma' be it am berry 'portant and ma'be it don't 'mount to nuffin; but I je st taught dat I come ober an' let yer know what l'se got ter say." Well, Uncle Pete, what have you got to tell me?" "You don't recommember, Miss Zenie, dat when I war home on de ole place dat de ole massa's darter tau g ht dis yer chile to read t


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 21 "Yes, I knew, Uncle Pete that you were able to read your Bible." "Yes, chile, de ole man kin read putty well ; but yer know dat my gran'darter am laundry girl ober to de Mix place." "Have you come 'way over here to tell me that, Uncle Pete?" "No. no, chile, he! he! he! Dat war a good ways to come fur de ole man wid sich news "Well, tell me. Uncle Pete, what you really did come so far for?" "l'se comin' at it, chile, I'se' at it; but Cap'n Mngruder, he war gwine to marry de young missus." A pallor overspread Z e nie's lovely face and a pained look sett.led upon her features instantly upon the mention of Captain Magruder's name. What have you got to tell about the cap tin ?" she asked, with tremulous excitement. "I'se comin' at it, missy." Speak out directly, Uncle Pete, if you have anything to tell." "Yah, yah, chile, I git 'round dar, you jis wait. De cap'n, he hab been missin' two, free months?" "Yes, U ncle Pete, and-oh, Heav en! we fear that h e was murdered!" "Can't tell, chile, can't tell!" and suddenly the old man drew from his pocket a white handkerchief, and, extending it toward Zenie, said, in a mysterious manner: "Look at dat, chile, look at dat, and tell de ole man ef yer see enyt' ing." Zenie seized the handkerchief, and, glancing at it hastily, repli ed : "No, Uncle Pete, I don't see anything peculiar about this handkerchief." "Don't' yer see nuffin, missy?" "Only that it is a white handkerchief of fine quality." Golly, chile, de ole man's eyes am de sharp est arter a ll I" and seizing one corner of the handkerchi e f in his hand, the ne gro pointed to the faint outline s of some initial l e tters in one corner What yer see dar, chile? What am dat?" The imprint was very indistinct, but after a close examination, Zenie managed to decipher the letters, F. W. M., U.S. A. As the beautiful girl deciphered these initials she clutched the handkerchief with a wild en ergy, her eyes became fixed, and her features rigid, as in a husky voice she murmured: "Frank Webster Magruder, United States Army. Oh, Heaven! How came thi s hand kerchief in the possession of Foster Mix?" Dat's what's been boderin' olc Uncle Pete, Miss Zenie. Neber saw de cap n at de Mix place. Den how come de handkercher dar? Dat's wha t bodders me." "It more than bothers me, Uncle Pete. It fills my brain with the most horrible suspicion.'' '' D e n it war 'portant dat I bring dat ober, Chile?" "Yes; it is very important, Uncle Pete, and yet I almost wish you never had ; that you had never found it! Dear me! dear me! it's a blessed thought that an open grave awaits us, and that there i s an end at last to the torturing trials, the sorrow, the misery and weariness of this life! Uncle Pete," Zenie added, after a mo ment, "have you mentioned to any person be sides me the finding of this handkerchief?" "No, missy; nobody know

22 F 1\_lTHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. leaped at the former's throat, had not his master firmly bade him lie still I" The handcuffs were produced to be placed upon the prisoner's wrists, when he exclaimed: "Can ye not spare me this disgrace?" "A murderer is entitled to no privileges!" was the' stern reply. "An' ye call me a murderer! That I should live to see this day! Here, look at this, gentle men!" and as Captain Mike spoke he brushed back the gray hair from bis brow and pointed to a scar of a deep saber cut, and then, tearing open his shirt front, he pointed to a still deeper one upon his chest, and with blazing eyes, and in a loud tone of voice, he exclaimed: Do these scars, won under the stars and stripes, entitle an old man to any privileges from Americans? I can show ye more, and every one of them made by enemies upon the battle fields of me adopted country! And now, what say ye?" "I do not know what to say," replied the sheriff, who was really a brave, kind-hearted man. "I'm guiltless of Captain Magruder's blood. An old soldier would not murder his best friend. An' I beg that ye will spare me the disgrace of having those emblems of crime upon me wrists. Faith, gentlemen! I have scars which are an honor to me and a glory, but those things would lave a would cause the. blood to flare ever after m shame under me gray hairs!" "I would rather be horsewhipped than to have been sent upon this business," said the sheriff. Y ez can walk me between yez, wid yer guns pointed at me, if ye choose. Faith! it's not the first time that I've been between two :fires, but do not put them malefactors' bonds upon me wrists!" I am sure, if I had my own say about the matter, I would not, but I feel that I am com pelled to do it;" Ye must put them on me, then?" "Not that I wish to do so, but I think it is my duty." See here, shoot me where I stand, although I am an innocent man, but. do not kill me by puttin' those things upon me!" We can not do that, man, we are not hang men.'' Begorral ye will do one thing or the other!" exclaill!ed Captain Mike, suddenly springing away and drawing a pistol. "Yees will hev to kill me, or promise not to put them things upon me. I can not stand them at all." The old Irishman's movement was so sudden that no one was prepared for it, and at once the terrible alternative was presented, that they must either kill him where he stood, or take the risk of having one or more of their own number killed; and all were satisfied that the old man, when once aroused, was a determined and des perate man to cope with, despite his age. A moment of fearful suspense followed. Captain Mike stood, pistol in hand, in an .attitude of defiance, his long gray hair thrown back upon his shoulders, and his handsome face rigid with an expression of lion-like courage and resoluteness. The hound also assumed a warlike attitude, his blear eyes blazing with lurid fires, as he lay crouched ready to spring at the first sign of active hostilities. Finally the sheriff said, as one or two of his men raised their weapons: Hold on! don't shoot. In my heart I be lieve that the old soldier is innocent of this murder, and he is too noble an old fellow to be sac rificed." One of the sheriff's posse now said: "I don't know as it is necessary to put the handcuffs on tb.e old man, sheriff. All your duty requires is to deliver him safe in prison." Can I refuse to put them on, and act in accordance with the law?" You certainly can." Then by thunder! I will take that old man's word of honor not to attempt to escape!" If I do, may I die a perjured scoundrel in me tracks! and I carry nineteen wounds upon me body, which I got in sixteen battles, fight like a brave and true soldier!" Then consider yourself a prisoner under arrest, and on parole, until you are delivered to the custody of a jailer!" "Ye have me pledges as an honorable man and an Irish gentleman!" "You must surrender what articles you have <>n your person, said the sheriff. "I will do that; and believing you to be a man of honor like meself, I give ye me pistol first." The sheriff took the weapon, and then said: Now, this is a disagreeable duty, but you must hand over what else you have upon your person." I know what yees want, the articles that I hev just recovered from this grave." "Exactly!" Well, there is the watch that was once carried by me friend. Captain Magruder, as brave a youth and soldier as iver drew a sword from a scabbard." Then you admit that this is the watch of Captain Magruder?" That was his watch, and here are the spurs he wore on his boots whin llast saw him alive." See here, captain, it is not necessary for you to admit these facts; they may tend to criminate you." Divil a thing hev I to admit or conceal. I give things just as they are, and I am the man to stand to all consequences. I'd niver tell a lie to help me own case, if the rope were already about me neck." All the articles the old man had. taken from the grave were duly surrendered into the cus tody of the sheriff. The latter officer then, accompanied by one or two of his posse, started with his prsioner toward the town, while the balance of the men remained, according to orders, to exhume the skeleton of the murdered man, and attend to its removal. Once more our old hero, faithful Mike, found himself in prison, accused of the murder of Cap tain Magruder, the young man whom he de clared that he would give his own life to save. CHAPTER XXXII. affianced wife of the murdered man, and had sworn that she should be the wife of no man but him (the prisoner). In support of this wonderfully strange testi mony, the witness told the story of the inter rupted ceremony between himself and Miss Deane, and swore that upon that occasion, and upon several others, Captain Carrae;her had de clared his own love and determination to marry the young lady himself. Much other testimony of a damaging charac ter was furnishe d by this same witness, and after be had left the stand two other Ilj.en swore to the same effect. The clergyman who had sought to perform the marriage ceremony was also put upon the stand, and testified that the conduct of the pris oner, upon the day when the ceremony was interrupted, was at least very strange and re markable, and inclined him (the witness) to ac cept the testimony of the disappointed groom as true. Other witnesses came forward with the most startling and astonishing items of evidence. One man, the same whom Captain Mike had rescued from the grip of his dog that night in the road, after the finding of the skeleton of the horse, came forward, announced as a detective. His testimony was minute in its details, and terribly corroborative and conv"incing, and when the prosecution was closed, there was not one present who dreamed for a moment that the de fense would be able to meet the avalanche of facts cited against the poor old gray-haired pris oner. Through9ut the trial the latter had been a quiet spectator of the whole proceedings, and judging from his pleasant. cheerful manner, few would have thought that he was the man whose life was almost run, and whom an ignominous death speedily awaited. It was known that the defense had summoned ZENIE and her mother had become inured, during the past years, to affiiction and sudden a celebrated lawyer from New York. excitement, and the remarkable arrest of their The latter did not arrive until the second day of the trial. old friend, Captain Mike, did not take them b,Y There was grellt curiosity to see this famous surprise or cause them half the grief that it legal light, whose reputation was world-wide. would had the circumstances been different. d . When he entered the court, and was pointed The strange an mysterious cucumstances out to the audience, a murmur of surprise per under which the arrest had been made filled vaded the Hall of Justice them with amazement, until they received a Th f d f package from Captain Mike which explained to e rien s o the prisoner were very much them certain seemingly strange circumstances, disappointed when this great man turned out to and besides, assurances that to a certain extent be, in appearance, a sma11, spare man, quiet and . . undemonstrative in his bearing. allayed their anxiety concernmg his own ultiIt was evident that the public had expected mate fate. We will not tire our readers by detailing the a large, blustering, or excitement that a revival of the mysterious murman, whose very presence woul prove a great der created, nor the various comments that fol weight in impressing the jury. lowecl the arrest of old Captain Mlke. "He. may turn out to be a little big man," It is sufficient to say that it was intense, and was the consoling remark of those who were the opinions as to the old soldier's guilt or innofriendly to the prisoner. cence, as usual, were various. Witness after witness appeared and left the One remarkable event followed the arrest. witness-stand, after passing through the most A search warrant was granted, and in Captain commonplace and ordinary cross-examination Mike's apartment in the Deane mansion was from the iveat lawyer from New York. found the saddle belonging to the murdered "Bah!' was the remark from many, the man, and also a handkerchief marked with his friends of the prisoner would have done much initials. better to have secured a lawyer from Louisville, These discoveries appeared to stagger the without going to the enormous expense of faith of those who were most earnest in assertbringing that pale-faced Yorker on here! He ing their belief in old Captain Mike's innocence. don't amount to a row of pins!" The day of trial speedily approached, and at A rumor had gained credence that Miss Deane last the faithful old man, covered by many could account for the finding of the handker honorable scars, was placed on trial for his life, chief upon the prisoner, but, to the surprise of for the murder of a youth whom he bad claimed all, no attempt was made to do so. as his friend. It was the opinion of a majority of those in Three dars passed, and the most complete the court-room that the great lawyer from the chain of evidence was furnished that was ever East looked upon the case as a hopeless one, and known to have been produced to convict a had about determined to pocket his fee and let suspected man of the crime of murder. the case go by default. Not a link in the terrible chain of circumThere was one man in that assemblage that stantial evidence appeared to be missing did not take this view of the case. Every fact, both important and unimportant, Next to the great lawyer, this individual was appeared to point unerringly toward the guilt of the longestheaded man in that court-room. the prisoner. Foster Mix, despite the terrible chain of eviTbroughout the trial Zenie and her mother deuce that had been established, felt uncom had been in constant attendance, and by their fortable. countenance and presence tried to cheer up the He did not argue any good from this seeming old hero against whom such overwhelming apathy of the leading counsel for the defense. evidence was accumulating Although outwardly calm and self-possessed, The prosecution was very skillfully constill inwardly he dreaded lest at any moment ducted, the county attorney having first proved that little man in black might explode a bomb the death of Captain Magruder, and then he set shell that would set the whole theory of the about establishing a motive for his murder by prosecution flying to atoms the prisoner. Foster Mix had cause to dread this bomb-shell. 'l'hemotive wasproveninamostextraordinary His calculations were correct. manner. That little pale man had not moved yet. Foster Mix, the scion of an old and wealth7 When he did move it was to perform a legal family, came forward as a witness, and in his feat that was to go upon record as the most cool deliberate manner testified to the startling wonderful and startling legal point that had ever fact that the prisoner was in love with the dumfounded judge and jury.


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 23 CHAPTER XXXIII. of the company to which Captain Magruder belonged?" AT length the case for the prosecution was I have." .all in. d Will you please read, for the benefit of the It being near the hour for a journment, it court and jury, the description-the official dewas rlecided that the defense should not open scription-of Captain Magruder?" until the following day. The witness read as requested the original When the court opened upon the following army record. morning, the room was crowded almost to When he had concluded, the lawyer said: suffocation. Who measured Captain Magruder and Prominent among those present were the made the record?" friends and relatives of the ill-fated young "I did," was the answer. Magruder, who had gone out from among his "H 1 h d kinsfolks in health and had never returned. ow ong ago was t at measurement an record made?" As a matter of course, beside the immediate About one year ago." friends of the prisoner, they were the most in.. Then you are ready to swear, and do swear, terested sp e ctators present. that Captain Frank w. Magruder was exactly Judge, then, of their surprise, dear readers, five feet eight inches and three quarters high?" when the little pale man, dressed in black, the "I do." defendant's counsel, arose and moved that his That will do, sir." client be discharged, upon the ground that it The next witness was the undertaker who had not been proven that there had been a mur-had taken official charge of the remains during der committed-not even that the gallant Captbe inquest. tain Magruder was really dead. When this witness took the stand, the lawyer This startling proposition, in face of the ter requested two respectable-looking gentlemen to rible array of evidence, caused a murmur of rise. surprise to pervade the court-room; aqd had not When they did so, he said, addressing the the counsel been perfectly grave and evidently witness: in earnest it would have been thought that he "Did you ever see these gentlemen before?" was trying to p e rp e trate a joke. .. yes, sir." As a matter of cour se, the justice returned When and where?" that such a motion could not be entertained for "Upon the morning after the inquest, and in a moment. the room where the remains of the murdered The district attorney also arose to his feet, man lay." and inquire d with a great flourish: ''And it was really the remains of the mur" Has not the body been found? Was it not dered man that you pointed out to them?" found decompo s ing in the very clothing worn "Yes, sir." by the man when his life was taken from him? "That will do." and was not the dead ll)an's watch chain, and The next person asked to take the stand was other articles known to have belonged to him, one of the two gentlemen whom the lawyer had found in the s a me grave? asked the undertaker to identify. "Why,'' added the attorney, to doubt the When the witness was sworn, t)rn announce -man's death is to doubt our very presence in ment of his name was received with a flutter the court-room to-day." of surprise, as he was recognized as one of the In reply to the learned prosecuting officer," most famous professors and anatomists in the replied the New York lawyer, in his usual calm country. and unruffied manner, "I will admit that a borly "What is your business?" came the dry, offwas found with all the articles mentioned in handed question. the grave with it! but I claim that the body I am a professor of anatomy." found was not the body of Captain Frank Where?" W. Magruder, an officer in the army of the "In the Medical Coll e ge at New York. United States!" "You saw the remains supposed to l)e those If the motion of the quiet New York lawyer of Frank W Magruder?" had caused a sensation, this last statemeiat I did caused a greater one. The intensity of the intere8t of the audience In that whole court-room there were but two was plainly perceptible. persons who did not display any unusual exEvery one appeared to feel that something citement, and those two were the counsel who remarkable was about to occur, and the respect had made the statement, and the prisoner. for the quiet pa,le-faced lawyer from New York In fact, the l atter made a jovial remark at the correspondingly increased, as in the same meas very moment that this bomb-shell was exploded ured tones he asked: in the court. room. "Did you make an accurate measurement of those remains?" A moment of dead silence followed, when, .. I did." to the surprise still more of everybody present, A moment's awful silence followed, broken the counsel for the defense called to the stan

24 F AITBFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. tlemen that ye niver breathe a word of what I tell ye until ye have my permission." 'you have our plerlge." ''Ye understand fully the condition-that yer not even to breathe tile faintest hint of what I tell ye?" We understand it fully." Well, thin, the raison that I am not prepared to denounce the scoundrels who tried to swear my life away is, because I belave that Captain Frank is alive to-rlay, but in their power." Then it is your duty to name the men at once, and our relative can be rescued." The heart would prompt sich a course, but the head is agin it." "Why?" "Because, if the scoundrels have him so well hidden when alive, how easy it would be for fuem to conceal bis dead body!" "Then you think if they were denounced they would really murder him?" "I do." "If they have not already murdered him, why would they murder him then?" They would be compelled to commit the greater crime to cover up the lesser." What grounds have you for believing that our relative is 8till Ii ving?" "I have doubted his death from the first, and I never believed him dead until I found that grave in the gully." How do you account for the finding of Cap tain Magruder's watch and other articles in that grave?" They were put there by the parties who buried that hody, as part of the conspiracy to hang me." Did you know the line of defense that your counsel intended to adopt?" "I did not. Up to the moment that be asked the question as to the length of the hody pro duced, I thought that I was gone sure " Do you suspect Foster Mix of having any interest in the death of our relative?" "Ye must draw yer own conclusions; but isn't that lawyer from New York a wonderful man?" exclaimed Mike, suddenly changing the subject. "He is." At this moment further conversation between the parties was interrupted by the entrance of Zenie and her mother. The faces of both the ladies were illuminated by a spidt of thankfulness. After the exchange of a few words of con gratulations, the lfagruders withdrew. After they llad gone, Zenie said: "Well, Captain Mike, what do you think, now?" "I'm thinkin of but one thing, Zenie dar lin'-the handkerchief with the initials on it." CHAPTER XXXV. UPON the following day the proceedings in the court-room were very brief. The identity of the body produced as Captain Magruder, with the one measured by the pro fessors, was fully established Captain Mike might still have been held upon suspicion, because of the possession of the sev eral articles belonging to the supposed murdered man, bad it not been for one startling fact. The :finding of the m n jority of those articles with the remains of the individual who was certainly not Captain Magruder, presented ; too palpably the elements of th. e deep-laid con spiracy to convict an innocent man. The judge so stated, and in some extended remarks said that not a stone would be left un turned to discover the guilty parties who would have perpetrated such a fearful crime, and such a ghastly fraud upon the jury and the law officers of the county. Captain Carragher was discharged. Strange to relate, among the first who came forward to cong(atulate him upon his honor able acquittal was l<'oster Mix. T!J.e latter even had the audacity to proffer his hand. Captain Mike managed to avoid the icy grasp of the man whom he knew in his heart to be his deadliest foe, and at. the same time he fast ened upon him a glance, that, had he been any but the wonderfully self-po s sessed villain that he was, he would have wilted under. A rush of other friends forced Foster Mix away, and thereby prevented the utterance of the stinging words that were just ready to fall from Captain Mike's lips. The remarkable termination of the trial, as previously stated; but deepened the mystery surrounding Captain Magruder's The story, as proven by the prosecution, settled one point beyond conjecture; that was the vol untary absence of the missing man in the minds of bis own friends. There were still those among the persons the least interested who gave credence to the story that was started immediately after the conclu sion of the trial, that the real conspirator was Captain Magruder himself. Otherwise," argued tbe people, bow came it that his watch, spurs, and other articles were found in the grave of the body produced?" the unreasonable supposition that Captain Magruder would sacrifice an innocent man's life merely for the purpose of covering his own clandestine flight, there were many who received this view of the mystery. 'Gpon one point all parties were united, the fact that the handsome old army officer was in nocent of the crime for which he bad been tried. About a week subsequent to the trial, Zenie was seated upon a rustic bench under the shade of a grove of trees located about half a mile from the house. This spot was one which she often sought when oppressed by melancholy feelings, and when she felt tbat nothing could relieve the pain at her heart but the solitary communion with nature. It is said that hope deferred maketh the heart sick." If any one ever suffered from such a deference of hope, it was this beautiful girl, over whose hitherto bright life had gathered so many shadows. Each morning as she gazed upon the rising sun, a new hope found birth in her heart, that, before that glorious lumina1y descended at even ing below the horizon, amid its resplendent glodes, that the shadows would be lifted, that the veil of mystery would be pierced, tbat the fearful ordeal of suspense would be finally ended. Zenie was a brave girl, and often she remained in this lonely spot long after twilight. Since this great trouble had come upon her she felt as tho ugh, in the words of Manfred, "Night had become to her A more familiar face then that of man." Upon the evening in question, lost in sad reverie, the beautiful girl lingered until the shadows of twilight lengthened, and were tinally hanished in the steady darkness of night. Occasionally she would give utterance to her thoughts. The wailing out of her sorrow upon the night air seemingly brought relief to her overcharged heart. Did I but know that he were dead," she murmured,. then could the steady light of hope burn in my heart until l, too, should leave the trials and troubles of this life beneath the clods that would be thrown over this earthly tenement.'' A deep sigh escaped from her bosom. At the same moment there fell upon her ear a sound that caused her to start and listen. A moment passed. All was silent and still as the grave. Again she spoke. "Oh, the agony of suspense I the misery of conjecture! Poor Frank! poor Frankl he may be living and suffering-suffering agonies to which mine are as shadows to the substance!" Again she beard a sound as though some per son were moving about in the near vicinity. Zenie rose to her feet and glanced about in every direction. The stars were forth, and glittered above the tree tops. Even and anon the songs of the birds of night could be heard Nature, under its star-spangled canopy, was beautiful. We have said that Zenie was a brave girl. She was than brave-both daring and res olute. Woman as she was, not a nerve of her delicate frame quivered at the thought of per sonal danger. Can it be possible," she muttered, "that I have had a listener to my audible musings? If so, it must have been an enemy, for no friend would avail himself of so mean an advantage." In a firm voice she called : "Is there any person about here?" No answer came to her bold query, and no sound broke the stillness but the sighing of the wind through the trees. Can it be," muttered Zenie, that in my nervous conilition my imagination is playing me strange freaks?" Again she resumed her seat and her musings, when, for the third time, she heard a sound like the tread of human feet over dry leaves. Satisfied that her imagination had not deceived her, she rose to her feet and advanced in the ili rection of the sound, carefully scanning to s e e if there was anybody near. She failed to discover the slightest indication of the presence of any one, and had just deter mined to return toward home, when she was startleil by hearing a singularly mournful voice exclaim: "Zeniel" Her heart beat wildly, a sudden glorious hope swelled in her bosom She listened, and after a moment again came the call: "Zeniel'' The beautiful girl looked in every direction but saw no one. At lenglh she exclaimed: "Who calls?" "lt is II" came the answer. Where are you 'l" cried Zenie, "I see no one.'' I am here." There was no mistake in the direction from whence the last reply came. Zenie raised her eyes, and there, on a line with the thicket, at the summit of a httre hillock, and but dimly revealed was a human form. The excited girl strained her eyes as though by a glance she could turn darkness into light At length a single cry burst from her lips: "Oh, heavens! it's Frankl" CHAPTER XXXVI. As the figure stood revealed to her, Zenie's first impression was to rush forward, and throw herself upon the bosom of her lover. A sudden, strange thought restrained her; a cold chill trem'!Jled over her frame; her eyes di lated, and she stood like one transfixed. There stood the figure motionless. It was undoubtedly Captain Frank, and yet there was something so strange and weird in the form, that she was held amazed and speechless. The figure-whether flesh and blood or, an apparition from the grave-wore the same mil itary uniform that bad graced the form Qf her atlianced when she had last seen him, upon that fatar night when he had started for Louisville. An unearthly pallor gave his rigid features the strange appearance that caused her to stand and tremble, instead of rushing to throw herself into his arms. Even in that terrible moment Zenie recognized the fact that the form of her beloved was hat less, otherwise he was precisely as she had seen him last in life-save the bat. The latter, she remembered, all blood-stained as it was, w a s still in her possession. This fact, 11s above described, shot through her mind lik e a flash, even while the sound of her own cry trembled upon her ears. In a voice whose tones were so strange that they pier ce d the girl's heart, the query fell from the lips of the figure: "Zenie, do you recognize me!" "I do! Ohl Frank, !<'rank, why uo you stand there, so still and motionless? Why do you not come to me?" "Rave I not come?" "But you do not seem like my Frank-and you have been gone so long. Why am I not clasped in your arms? Why do I not feel your kiss pressed upon my brow, as in days gone by?" Dear one, I could not clasp thee in my arms because I would not chill your warm blood by catching tllee in the cold embrace of the dead." Ohl Frank, Frank, what is the meaning of these strange words?" and Zenie moved as to advance toward him; when, with a warmng gesture the apparition motioned her back, and said: "Zenie, do not approach me! I have left my grave to keep a tryst with thee; but come not near lest the damp of the grave sicken thee!" "Ohl Frank, Frank, do I hear aright? Do I but behold thy spirit?" Be strong, Zenie, and listen! I am no more numbered with the living, and when I have ful filled the purpose which brought me from ml narrow bed of earth, I shall return and wait for thee." '' And am I standing face to face with tlle dead?" Darling, be strong; you are."


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE" IRISH HERO. 25 Frank, one question. What befell thee on t he night when last we parted in life?" "I was shot down like a dog-murdered!" Who did this foul deed?" I almost fear to tell thee, dear one; but canst thou not guess?'' cal, who, like a reptile, warms himself at your mother's fireside, Captain Mike Carragher!" As these words fell from the lip s of the appa rition in thunder tones came the exclamation : Be ye ghost, goblin, or devil, yer a liar to yer teeth!" "Upon whom should I dare to lay so foul a cha rge?" Fear not, but s peak CHAPTER XXXVII. I can think of but one who bore thee a As the words just quoted fell upon Zenie's ltatre

26 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO seen pacing to and fro the drawing-room of a modern-built and pretentious-looking house. The restless walker was Foster Mix. We propose to introduce our readei:s to this bad man in his own home. It was a noble estate that had been left to him, and had he been a prudent man, he would have had no reason to contrive a scheme to rob his cousin of her inheritance. Under the calm exterior, Foster Mix had a vice which had financially destroyed him, and which was his ruling passion. He was an inveterate gambler. The love of gaming had become an insanity. Through the indulgence of this vice during many years, he had wasted his substance, and his noble estate was burdened with mortgages, the interest of which claimed every dollar of his income, and more. He was a remarkable man-remarkable in his vices. He thought himself the soul of honor, because he had never failed to meet a gambling obliga tion. His vice had converted him into a moral monstrosity. By degrees he had. become hardened and cor rupted, until he was ready to resort to any crime so long as it might be committed under cover, to obtain money to gratify his vicious habit. Upon the night when we find him pacing the floor of the drawing-room, as described, his usual reser .ve was thrown off, and, as he walked, inaudibly muttering, he would occasionally give utterance to the thoughts which agitated him. "Hang it!" he exclaimed, as, after walking to a table and tossing off a glass of brandy, he clinched his slender fingers, and continued: "That infernal old man appears to be protected by an invulnerable armor. Every way that I turn he is there to baffle me! By Jovel I shouldn't be surprised if this very night Radway should return, and bring me tidings that this last des perate scheme had been foiled by that old gray-haired marplot!" Thus alternately walking, drinking, mutter ing, and cursing, he passed the time, until long after midnight, when suddenly his attention was attracted by hearing the sound of horse's feet, as some horseman came galloping up toward the house. "That's Radway!" he muttered; "now I'll know whether I have been successful in this last move, or foiled again." An instant later the room door opened, and a young man "in the undress uniform of an army officer entered. Well," said Foster Mix, eagerly, what tidings do you bring? Was it a success or a failure?" A success up to a certain point, but in the end a disastrous failure!" "Tell me the story." The girl came forth as usual, and occupied her seat on the old rustic chair in the grove, where she remained until after dark; circum stances all proved favorable, and at the proper moment the form of Captain Magruder ap peared suddenly before her." "Was she impressed with the belief that it was really her lover?" "Yes; my make-up must have been perfect; my appearance deceived her, and she did not for a moment seem to doubt the fact of my being her lover returned from the grave." Did she faint or scream?" "Neither; she was as cool and self-possessed as though she had met a friend in a drawing room. '' "She's a wonderful girl! Would to Heaven I had led a different life and could have won her love. Go on with your story." There is little more to be told. From my ghostly lips I told her of your innocence." Well, well?" said Foster Mix, eagerly; did she appear inclined to believe it?" There wasn't much chance to doubt it, as your exculpation was believed to have fallen from the lips of the murdered man." "And then you named the real murderer?" "I did." "How did she receive that statement.?' Before she had a chance to express herself one way or the other, your ghost was pro nounced a liar in the richest Irish brogue that ever fell from mortal lips!" What! that Captain Mike was there?" He was there as he were the appari tion, and had suddenly nsen from the ground to confront me." And were you detected?" "Well-a-as far as my ghostliness was concerned, I was in the most effective manner pos"Strange! I wonrler if it is possible that sible." they have turned the tables on me?" "And how?" "How could they turn the tables on you?" By being informed that there was a pi!:tol "Easily enough, if they have ascertained my aimerl at the place where my heart ought to be, financial condition." and if I moved a step, I'd be investigated by a What suggests that idea to y-ou ?" pistol-ball." "The fact of the letter I received to-day. "And how did you finally escape?" "Where from?" "Well, the old man turned to tell the girl "New York." that I was a warm-blooded ghost, and I im"What has that letter to do with them?" proved the opportunity to vanish!" "Of a certainty, I do not know that it has "Were you followed?" anything to do with them; but there is a possi.. Yes; by a couple of pistol-balls bility that they are at the bottom of it." "And you escaped unhurt?" "If 1 am to know anything about it, you "Fortunately I did; but I believe only be must explain yourself, and I may be able to cause that silver-haired old cuss didn't really assist you in coming to a conclusion." want to kill me "The man who holds the principal mortgage "Well, you give the old scoundrel credit for upon my estate is a northern man, and resides mercy that he doesn't know." in New York." Not I, Foster Mix. I tell you that old man Well?" is the greatest old hero I ever met! After to"To-day I received a letter from him, statnight, I'd think twice before .I'd hurt him!" ing that the mortgagee must be satisfied, or that "You've got no busine ss to think, Radway he would proceed to foreclose. Let one pro Mead!" said Foster Mix, as the usual cruel ceed, and I'll have them all down upon me. smile played around his thin lips. According to the letter, an agent is already on Oh, yes, I have a right to think! I have his way here to set matters in motion." come to the conclusion that I ain't so bad a "Wt:ll, I suppose you can't do anything unman after all til this man presents himself?" Good or bad, you belong to me as much as I can not." one of my slaves!" "Have you any plans?" "Not I!" "Yes; a bonus may stave off the foreclosure Then you belong to the sheriff." for six months." "I think after certain recent transactions, it "Well, that will give us time to move doesn't become you to taunt me, Foster Mix! Another week passed, and one afternoon I'm not lending you my talents through fear; Foster Mix had just returned from a gallop, I'm only acting as your instrument for the when he was informed that a gentleman awaited promised pay." him in his study. "You always found me an honest man, didn't "Hang it! I suppose it is the agent of the you, Radway Mead?" New York man!" muttered Foster Mix, as he In money matters, yes; and you must re-proceeded to enter the room where the stranger member that it was my own honorable disawaited him. charge of gambling debts that made me a begUpon opening the door and entering his gar, and subsequently a forger!" study, he beheld a young man seated there; the I'm almost a beggar now. If they should latter's appearance was very peculiar. come down upon me with one of those mort-He appeared to be a man of about thirty gages, I'd own nothing but the suit of clothes on years of age, with yellow hair, blue eyes, and a my back!" beardless face. That's pretty hard papers!" As Foster Mix entered the room and met If that man, Captain Carragher, was out the stranger's glance, an undefinable feeling of the way, nothing earthly could prevent my of oppression settled upon his spirits. stepping into half a million at the death of my One look satisfied him that he had never seen Aunt Deane, and there ain't any insurance comthe stranger before, and yet there was some pany in the country that would take a risk on thing strangely familiar in the presence of the her existence." latter. Radway Mead, who bore a singular resem-In manners, Foster Mix was always a gentleblance to Captain Magruder, as far as height, man, and addressing his strange-looking guest, color of hair, and eyes were concerned, paced he said: the floor for a moment, and then finally stop"You have business with me, sir?' ping in front of Foster Mix, he said: "Yes, sir; I represent Mr. Dale of New "ls that how the case stands? This old man York," replied the stranger, in a shrill piping stands between you and half a million?" tone of voice, and with an Irish accent That's just exactly where he stands." Foster Mix started nervously upon recogniz-.' If he was removed from your path, it ing the of brogue that characterized the would be a sure thing, you're getting this accent of his guest. money?'' He eyed the latter sharply, but his glance was A sure thing! His removal, or the death of returned by one of almost stolid indifference. the girl, would put me in possession of half a A moment's awkward silence followed, when million!" Foster Mix at length said : How much would I get, after you got the Have you full authority to act for Mr. money?" Dale?" One tenth of it!" "I have." It's a desperate chance, but there's one way What proposition does he offt;r through that it might be done without risk, as far as the you?" law is concerned!" "The payment, in full, of the mortgage." "How is that?" "Are your instructions imperative on that "The old man might be provoked into a point?" duel." That depnds upon circumstances." "And then?" "Well, sir," said Foster Mix," I must have You know that I'm a dead shot." time to think over this sudden demand." For a moment the two men into each That's reasonable, sir; when shall I wait other's eyes. Finally, Foster Mix said: upon you again?" "That might work! Try it!" "Not sooner than day after to-morrow." CHAPTER XXXIX. A WEEK passed, when a rumor spread throughout the neighborhood that Mrs. Deane and her daughter, accompanied by the old man, Captain Mike, had gone north to the city of New York. Foster Mix was sitting upon the porch of his house, and Radway Mead came and told him of this fact. "Then our game is effectually blocked!" was the baffled villain's reply. After a moment he inquired: Are you sure that this story is true?" There is no doubt of it." "When did they go?" The day following my little game of ghost." "Then they have been gone nearly a week?" "Yes." During this brief coloquy, Foster Mix had keenly surveyed the stranger from head to foot. Had he been a man who exercised less con trol over the expression of his face, the suspi cion that agitated him would have been depicted thereon. As it was, not the least sign indicated that he, for an instant, suspected but what the man in his presence was precisely what he repre sented himself to be. The stranger arose, as though about to take his departure, and Foster Mix said: I am sorry that I can not offer you accommo dations under my roof, but certain circum stances deprive me of the privilege of inviting you to remain as my guest." I'm thankful, sir, jist the same as though you were able to inthertain me, but I could not accept your hospitality even if you were in a position to offer it."


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 27 A moment later Foster Mix accompanied the stranger to the porch. As the latter mounted his horse, and slowly rode down the bordered pathway, toward the road, Radway Mead stepped out upon the piazza, and Foster Mix said, in a low, guarded voice: Look at that man-see how he sits upon that horse." "Who is he?" asked Radway. "He is the lawyer's clerk from New York," was the reply He doesn't sit on a horse like a law-student." "I don't b e li eve he ever saw a law -boo k be yond the binding. That man's us ed to the saddle." While they stood watching him, the horse man had rea che d the great gate opening out in to the road. Leaping from the saddle he opened the gate, led his horse through, and remounted without the least effort. "Did r.,ou see that?" said Mix. "Yes ., That man dismounts and mounts as thoug h he had been used to doing it to the tap of the drum." "What do you suspect?" asked Radway Mead. "I hardly dare say!" and a cold, cruel smile played around the man's mouth, while a threat enin g li ght gleamed in his eyes. ''You suspect something?" "I rlo." "Why not tell me what you suspect?" Because I want to be assisted by your shrewdness." How can I assist you?" '' By following that man and watching his move ments, without being seen yourself." "What difference does it make whether he sees me or not; as he did not see me here, he would not be apt to recognize me." "If he i s the person whom I believe him to be, he would recogniz e you." How far do you think the chase will lead me?" "Probably as far as the Deane place." "Ah! ah! do your suspicions run that way?" Follow him and see what suspicions his movements may arouse in your mind." Quarter of an hour after the departure of the stranger, Radway Mend was in the saddle, and riding in the same direction taken .by the man who had repre sented himself as the agent of Mr. D a le, of New York. Foster Mix remained standing upon the porch until his emissary had disappeared from when he turned and entered the house, with th e muttere d remark: 'Tis as I thought! This is to be a nicely playe d game. Mr. Dale's agent mus t be a brave chap, to run his head into the lion s jaw. But we'll see! I'm an old gamester, and if I don't win with the ca rds I have seen in the hand of my antagonist, I'm a poor player, indeed." In the meantime the man from New York purs ued his way, probably not dreaming that there was one on his track who would not hesi tate at a murder! CHAPTER XL. THE window-panes of the Deane mansion shone red in the rays of the setting sun, when a mounted stranger turned in through the broa d gate, and rode up toward the entrance to the house Haltin g before the steps le a din g up to the broad piazza, he dismounted, and waited for one of the. stable-boys to come and take charge of his horse. The new arrival was the same yellow-headed, blue-eyed squeaky-voiced man, who had pre sented himself to Foster Mix as the agent of the latter's creditor in New York. It was but a moment before a negro came around to take charge of his horse, when the man ascended the steps and rang the front door bell. The signal was answered by a plain-looking woman, to whom the stranger handed a lette r The woman glanced over the communication whe n she said: "You a re welcome, Mr. O'Farre ll in the name of my mistress," and an invitation was added for him to enter. It was still twilight when Mr. O'Farrell issued forth from the house and leisur ely sauntered around toward the stables. Passing into the stable-yard, he was moving toward the kennel, where Captain Mike's blood-hound was chained, when one of the negroes called out to him: Hold on dnr', boss, don t go near dat ar houn' dnr; he ain't oberfond of strangers no time, and, golly! he's offal savage jis 'bout now." "What makes him particularly savage just about now?" asked Mr. O'Farrell. "Well ye see, massa, dat dog's mnssa am away gone Norf to New York; dat's why de dog am berry bad jis now." O'Farrell took two or three steps toward the dog, when the beast protruded his head from the kennel, and fastening his red eyes upon the stranger uttered a low, fierce g r owl. "Better mind dar, massal" exclaimed the negro. "I tell ye if yer go foolin' 'roun dar yer run a mighty good chance of bein' chawed up!" "Begorra! it sounds like it." Upon hearin g the stranger make this remark, the fierce-looking )Jeast bounded out of his ken nel, and, instead of a fierce growl, began to whine and bark nervously, at the same time ex hibiting signs of unusual excitement. Better go 'way from dar, massa," said the negro; "dat ar dog am gettin' furious ari' bime -by he get in t antrums-he's jist gw in e to snap dat iron chain in two and chaw yer." See here, boy," said O'Farrell. I'll lay ye a w age r now that I go up and I'll pat that dog on the head, and he' ll niver offer to hurt me in the lastel'' "Whar'd you come from, massa?" "From New York." "Ef yer eber want to g o back dar 'gin, don't g o foolin' 'roun dnt ar houn', I tell yer." "See here, now boy, divil a fear h ave I of the hound;" and as O'Farrell s poke he a dvanced straight to the kennel, when the fierce beast, in stead of cha wing him up, sprung out and placed his great paws upon hi s shou ld ers, and rubbe d his l a r ge, black nose against him, at the same time wagging his tail, and evincing unequivocal feelings of delight. Golly mas sa dis yer chile neber seed nuffin Jike dat afore! Who be yer? 'Pears dat ar dog seems to know yer!" Well, he knows that I'm a frind of his masther's." Upon receiving this reply the negro gave a start,. and then advancing clo se to O'Farrell, gazed sc rutinizingly into his face, and finally rem arked: I neber seed you afore, massa, but 'pears like I'se heard yer voice afore now." Faith, may be that's beca u se I'm an Irish man, like the dog's mnsther." May be dat's so, massa." While this singul\r scene was transpiring be tween 0 'Farrell and the dog, the figure of a man was crouching behind the cattle-shed. The latter appeared to be deeply int erested in the movements of O'Farrell, and particularly anxious to hear every word that fell from his lips. In his eag e rness to li s ten, he leaned forward in such a manner that he c a me under the ray of the rising moon, and his shadow was thrown upon the side of the barn. O'Farrell, who was still conversing with the negro, happened to turn about, and his eye fell upon the shadow thrown against the side of the barn. Upon re cognizing this Indication of the pres ence of a listener, O'Farrell gave a slight start, but instantly afterward continued the conversa tion, in a louder tone of voice, without betray ing, with the least movement, that he was aware of the presence of an eavesdropper Picking up a stake from the ground, the stranger changed his position s o that he brought himself between the negro and the shadow upon the barn; then leaning carelessly upon the stake, but with his glance fixed over the other's shoul der, so that it rested upon the shadow, he said, in a loud voice: "See here, boy, wouldn't it be a good idea to let the dog loose to have a run 'I" Dunno 'bout dat, massa. Captain Carragher didn't leab no orders 'bout dat.'' "Well, the captain's a friend of mine, and I reckon I can take the responsibility of lettin' the dog have a run." .A.s the stranger spoke, he managed to strike the chain with the stake, so tha t it clanked, and like a Hash the shadow on the barn vanished. "Begorra! I thought so," remarked O'Far rel!, in a low tone of voice. "What yer t'ought massn?" "That I'd let the dog loose," was the reply of O'Farrell, as he uncl asped the chain from the hound's collar. The moment the dog was freed, he pranced around for a second or two, and then dropped directly in front of O'Farrell and looked up in telli ge ntly in the latter's face, as though waiting for a command. Go find! said the stranger in a tone of voice that caused the negro's eyes to roll in amazement. Swinging around and sniffing with his nose to the ground, the hound moved directly toward the corner of the catt l e-shed where the figure of the man had been crouching. The stranger followed him. Arrived at the corner of the shed, th e hound circl e d for a moment and utterin g a low bark, bounded away, followed swiftly by O'Farrell. Golly!" cri ed the negro upon beholding these singular movements, dat beats di s yer chile l Dat am de bery strangest performance I eber seed, sartin s huah! Dat am a werry mys terious man, dat am! May be he was de bery de bi! hisself I Our readers are aware that when the agent from New York rode away from the hou se of Foste r Mix, he had been followed, a few min utes after hi s d e p a rture, by Radway Mead They will recollect, also, that the latter s in structions were to watch the stranger's move m e nts. R a dway Mead was a reckless and desperate man; a p e rson who, from his youth upward, had been under evil influences. Un fortunately for himself, he had been left an orpha n at an ea rly age, without a near relative in the world, and the age of twenty-four found him a bad, dan gerous, penniless man. The noble patrimony that had been l eft to him had been sq uandered in riotou s livin g or gam bled away. His condition at the time he was introduced to our reader s wa s such that he was prepared to execute any villainy for a price. His education, h a ndsome person a l appe arance, and fine natural abilities,' combin ed with reck l ess personal courage, made him a very dangerous rascal. Upon starting in pursuit of O'Farrell he had contrived to keep upon the latter 's track without being himself ob se rved. Foster Mix s prediction proved correct-the agent h ad ridd e n directly toward the Deane m a n s ion. When the New York man had prese nted his l etter of introduction to the housek eeper, Rad way Mead had been a witness of the act. After the stranger had disapp ea red from the house, hi s pursuer drove into the thicket lining the ro a d, and picketed his horse. From that time until the reappearance of O'Farrell, Radway Mead had been prowling about the grounds, dodging from covert to cov ert, waiting for s omething to turn up. While the con versa tion was p ass in g between the negro and O 'Farrell at the dog 's kennel, it was Mead who crouched behind the cattle-shed. He had heard every word that had p asse d; what his conclusions were will be det a iled in future chapte rs. It was the suggestion to loose the hound that first warned him of his danger, and urged the necessity of his instantly l eaving. CHAPTER XLI. RADWAY MEAD was a southern man, and well understood the keen scent of a blood-hound to track a human being. He knew the moment the dog was released his prese nce would be discovered. He did not fear the fierce hound, as he was well armed, and a dead shot, but it did not suit his purpose to be discovered. swiftly along, and satisfied with the information he had obt a ined at prese nt, he pro c ee ded to where bis horse was picketed, and springing into the saddle, was about to dash away, when the hound burst through the thicket. Quic k as a flash his pistol was drawn, and in an instant poor Tiger's career would been terminated, when just as the hound was ready to spring upon him, a halloo was hea rd, which caused the beast to spring back into the thicket and run aw:ay, while Radway Mead urged his horse forward out upon the road, and putting spurs to him, dashed away at a furious gallop. O'Farrell caught just a glimpse of his flying figure as he disappea red down the ro a d, when he muttered, with a low chuckle: Be go rra, but I'm a poor masquerader, or else Foster Mix has the keenness of the divil himself! F a ith, I've lost my. silver locks which were the honor of an old man, and assumed


28 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO'. this dirty yellow wig for nothing at all, only to be at; but, by the powers, I' I! stick to roe umforro now that I've put it on! Having thus delivered himself, William O'Farrell, or Captain Mike, as our readers have already; discovered, led his hound back to his kennel, and re-entered the house In the meantime R a dway Mead had reached the home of his emp loyer, Foste r Mix. The latter had awaited the r et urn of his tool, and the moment the study door was clo sed be hind them, tbe eager question came: "Well, Mead, you've discovered something. What is it'! ' "I've discovered that that agent from New York i s in disguise." "' 1 came to that conclusion the moment my eyes fell upon him,'' r eplie.jl Foster Mix. ''Now, t hen, that we know that he is in disgui se, the question is, who i s he? Rad way Mead related all that had occurred since hi s departure, minutely detailing the scene with the dog. After h e had concluded his relations, Foster Mix remained silent and thoughtful for awhile, and at lenglh said: It's a deep game that's being played against me, and that inf e rnal Captain Mike is the brains at the bottom of it." You are unquestionably right there." "Now, then, the question is, how to block this game?" "It can't be blocked as long as that Irishm a n is above g round." And yet h e appears to be determined to stay above ground. If any man ever bore a charmed life that old graybeard does." For some moments both men were silent. The situation had become very desperate. It was necessary to resort to desperate chances to prevent utter ruin. Finally Radway Mead broke the silence by asking: :What do you think of this mortgage busi ness?" I think that th at. mortg age is intended to sefve as a bribe for me lo confess that the Hepsy D1Jane s tory is a lie; in fact, it is the mess of pottage I am to receive in li e u of the inh e ritance of General Deane." You mean that the ultimate proposition will be, that you sha ll receive that mortgage, and s uddenly discover that Hepsy Doane was false, or that payment will be pressed a nd you will be ruined?" "Exactly 1" Do you suppose that this Irishma n has that mortgage in his possession?" Probably he has." Again both men were silent; their counte nances were ghastly, betraying the fact that the same murderous thoughts agitated both their brains. A second time Radw ay Mead was the one to break the silence by asking: Wouldn't it be easy to play off that we do not recognize this man 'I" I am determined upon that course, under anx circumstances. , When he !.nskes hi s proposition, can't yo u accept it?" "Accept twenty-five thousand for more than half a million? ' "You understand me ; can't you pretend to accept it? "What object would I.gain by that?" This man would bring the mortgage with him here." "Well, what then?" "Couldn' t it be arranged that h e never take it away with him?" That plan would answer, prov ided one thing sho uld happen." What is that?" Dead men tell no tales." Everything hangs on the death of this man?" ''Everything." "You get him to bring th e mortgage here, a nd I ll promise that he tells no tales afte r ward." But how will I get possession of the mort g a ge ? A t the muzzle of a pistol. " Captain Ca r raghe r is a man that don't scar e For two hours these two bad men remained toget h e r When they separa ted, after canva8sing a dozen different plans, one was adopted so vilfainou s and disbolical in its nature that none b ut men with the nature of fiends could ever have conceived it. According to appointment, upon the second d ay following his first visit, Mr. Dale's a11:ent from New York presented him self a second tim e at the home of Foster Mix. The l atte r was there to rec e iv e him, and no one would have dreamed, from his courteous manners, the foul b e meditated against the apparently unsuspic10us m an whose hand b e grasped with see ming fri e ndship. After the interchange of a few ordinary re m a rks, Foster Mix said: Well, sir, provided I am not prepared to pay that mortgage, what proposition are you pre par ed to mak e?" The proposition should come from you!" was the business-like r e ply. If paym en t for that mortg age is pressed, it will ruin me." .. That's unfortunate for you." Are you prepar ed to accept one half of the amount and renew the mortgage for the other half?" "No, sir." An awkward silence followed this brief reply, when, urge d by a strange impulse, Foster Mix said, at length, at the same time fastening a meaning g l ance upon the agent: What int erest has my aunt, Mrs. Deane, in the forer.losure of this mortgage?" If Foster Mix had calculated that this abrupt question would confuse the man he bad to deal with, he was sadly mistaken. The cool r ep ly th a t h e received was: Probably your relati ons with your aunt m ake ye a better guesser concerning that matter th a n meself." Foster Mix arose from his seat went to his study window, low ered the and dr ew the curtain. He then deliberately turned the key in the st udy door, and resnmed bi s seat. During these s uspi c ious movements the other m a n did not betray the s li ghtest concern. Not a muscle upon his face or th e s light est change of co lor, betrayed e i the r suspi c ion or alarm. As Foster Mix resumed his seat at the center table, directly opposite and facing his guest, he said: As our business is important and secret, a little precaution i s necessary." "Yer rig ht! was the r ep l y. Foster Mix fastened a keen glance upon the other, r e m arking, in a significant tone: "We' ll now proceed to business!" "Ye'll find me ready!" was the answer. '.I'hen," said Foster Mix, to avoid any misunderstanding, let me t e ll you that I have penetrated your diFgu isel" CHAPTER X.LII. "YE have?" was the quiet reply. "Yes; it t akes a smar t e r r asca l than you are to hi de his identity." That is, that an accomplished sc oundrel like you co uld do it betther?" You are not here to bandy epithets with me!" Begorra, thin, ye sho uld be more spa ring in the use o' them yourse lf! "You don't deny your id ent ity?" B e gorra! I'm not here ei1her to admit or deny! My business is to r e presint Mr. Dale, and the co ll ection of the amoun t that bis mort gage ca lls for ? '' How did you get possession of that m ort gage?" "Troth, that's my business a l so!" How do 1 know that you have possession of it, and that you are empowered to collect it. "Ye h ave my word." "I wouldn't take your word for the value of a sixpence." ' Thin we may consider that our business is closedi" and the spea ker made a movement as though about to rise and t ake bis departure. "Sit down!" cried Mix;" although I wouldn't take your s imple statement, th ere are co rrobora tive ci rcum s tances that l ead me to believe that you are r eally in pos s ess ion of the mortgage, and that you ha ve power to act!" "That was a lucky afte rthought for you!" Why don't you make your proposition?" "That's for you to do, as I've told yet" "Your ord e rs are to ge t the money for the face of that mortgage?" "Ex,actly." "I know better! You don't expect to get a dollar." And what do you expect, then-that I'm to give it to ye?" "Nol" What do ye expect, then?" Shall I tell you, frankly?" "If it 's possible for ye to b e frank, ye may, if ye plazel" "You want me to perjure myself, sacrifice my honor, and surrender the ri ght of my inher itance to my un cle's estate! Do you see, I understand the price that you demand?" How would ye pay that prir.e?" By swearing that a true story is false!' What true story?" The story of Hepsy Doane." "Ye mane that I want ye to make a confes s ion ?" "You might call it a confession." "Foster Mix, I wouldn't give ye fort,y cints in money for tha t confession! Your perjuries and forgeries will be proved in a court of j us tice!" Foster Mix looked bewildered and pP.rplexed. He had calculated, beyond a question, that the mort gage bad been purchase d to extort this con fession from him. Upon receiving the answer that he did, he was satisfied at once that he had made a miscalcu}a tion, and, after a moment, hes.aid : "What do you r equire from me in satisfac, tion of that mortgage?" "The money." Foster Mix arose to his feet and paced the s tudy floor. He was greatly excited and visibly betrayed bis agitation. At l ength be resumed his sea t and leaning his face t owa rd his guest, he fairly his s ed: 1 know that you lie! You do not want the money! Now t ell me., what you do want!" During all this exciting interview Capta in Mike had continued as ca lm and placid as a m a id, but when this l ast question was add ressed to him a fierce look se ttl ed upon bi s features, as he answered: "Produce the body of Captain Frank Magru der, and this mortgage i s yo urs." "Oh! that's the theory you're working on, is it ?" Yes, that's the th eory I'm working on, Fos ter Mix!" "Well, you are on the wrong scent. I kno w nothing about Captain Frank Magruder." Ca pt ain Mix flashed his glance straight in the eyes Foster Mix as he rl'.pli ed: Now it's my turn. You he!" Upon hearin g this epithet the face of Foster Mix became livid with rage. He thrust bis band behind him and withdrew it armed with a g litterin g bowie-knife, as he sprung from his seat and swun g 11is arm a loft as though i ntending to bury the murderous blade in the neck of the m a n s i t ting oppo s ite him. Rapid as his movement was, it was not quick enough for the carrying out of his purpose : As the g litt e ri ng blade flashed in t he air the muzzle of a pi s to l cove r ed his heart, and a fore finger' of Capta in Mike was upon the trigger, as he sa id quietly: "I was prepared for ye, murderer! Foster Mix' s Land fell to his s ide, and reseat ing him s elf h e c ast the bowi e -knife as ide say i ng, with a deri s ive laugh: "It was not your pistol that check e d me! I recollect e d, jus t i11 tim e that a gent l e man could not recognize an insult from a vulgar cur like you." "Faith! thin l'm thankful to your g e ntility for th e sparing of my life; but I'm afe ard that h ad your a rm d escended an inch there d be a bull e t in the door there behind ye, but it would hav e gone through you first." W e ll, let that matter pa s s, and bring this business to a close." "All ri ght. l m not quarrelsome, but ac commodating. Ye can have business or shoot ing a t your pleasl1rel" "My aunt thinks that by getting possession of that mortgage s he has driv e n me to the wall; but there you a re a ll mistaken. You say that you want the money for it. "I do. " Bring that mortgage t o this hou se one week from to-day, and the money will be here to can ce l it." One week from to-day?" "Yes." "I'll be here; and now unlock that door, if ye plaze." Fuster Mix turned the key in the door, and Captfl,in Mike said: "Pass out bef ore me if ye plaze! faith I niver turn me back on an enemy or an assassin."


. FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HEEO. 29 A muttered curse fell from the lips of Foster Mix as he obeyed. Bis native coolness and self-possession en abled him to bear this biting taunt only because in his sec ret heart he felt that the day of revenge was but oue week distant. Captain l\fike's horse stood at the door, and as the old man leaped into the saddle .and rode away he turned and said, in significant tones : If the Lord spares my life, I'll be here one week from to -day " If the Lord spares your life!" was the low muttered remark of Foster Mix, as he turned and re-entered his house. As Captain Mike rode along the road, he mut tered to himself: '' Foster Mix is not as smart a rogue as I thought h e was, or else he gives me credit for bein' a bigger fool than he has raison to It' s a purty schame altogether, barrin' I dirln't know betther than to carry my body into that house wid the mortga g e in my possession. No, no, me frind," continued Captain Mike, "ye'Il not catch me that way." Our old hero bad proceeded about a mile on his journey, when he saw a horseman coming from an opposite direction." As the strange horseman drew near, he brought his horse to a halt and asked: Am I far from the residence of Mr. Foster Mix?" There was a cunning twinkle in Captain Mike's eyes as he r e plied: "Well, ye have about fourteen miles to ride." Is it possible? exclaimed the horseman. Why, I ilidn t think it was more than a mile. "Ob, ye didn t? Well, may be ye're right. Faith, ye oughther know, as I'll take me oath ye had a fine oppol'tunit:y to study the distance whin ye followed me mght before last!" and with this strange question: '' Was ye frightened whin I let the hound loose? Mike drove on. CHAPTER XLIIL IT would be difficult to describe the expres sion that rested upon Radway Mead s face as, with a derisive l augh, Captain Mike !'Ode ahead. _The former saw at a glance that the old man had identified him when he followed upon his track two nights before. 'rhe exclamation that fell from Radway Mead s lips was: "Curse that fellow! If be ain t the sharpest old devil I ever came across, I'll eat my hat!" That's a swate bird to try to play off on an old soger like me," was Captain Mike's remark, as be cantered along. Mike had proceeded about a mile after his meeting with Radway Mead, when he beheld an old negro standing beside the road just ahead of him. As Captain Mike drew nearer, he r ecognized the pedestrian as being old Uncle Pete. "Hold on dar!" cried the old negro, when Captain Mike arrived abreast of him. "Halloo, Uncle Pele-is that yo u?" "Yes, cap'n, dat am me, shuah!" Then. ye r ecogn ized me, did ye, me old boy?" Yes, sar, I knowed yer de oder day right off, when yer come ober to de house." "Be the powers!" exc laimed Mike I might as well carry me card in the peak of me bat as to put oil a disguise." Look yere, cap'n," said old Uncle Pete, I'se jis got somet'ing 'portant ter tell yer." "Yer have?" "Shuah!" Well, out with it. "Yer amafriend ob Mrs. Deane and Zenie?" "Faith! I'd give up me life for aither one of thim!" "Yer am shuab dat yer ain't. no fren' ob my massa's?" Begorra I'd hang yer master to-morrow if I was ab le\" If yer am a fren' ob Miss Zenie yer mus' be a fren' ob de cap'n dat ammissin'?" At one bound Captain Mike was out of his saddle, and standing in the road beside the old negro "What about the missing captain?" asked Captain Mike, eagerly. "Nuttin." What the divil are ye blatherin' about thin, ye ould fool!" "l'se cumin' dar, l'se cumin' dar, yer jes' be easy." "Be the powers! but ye' re a long time comint!" I seed somet'in' queer down ter de house, light, I hope one glance will rest upon the face cap'n." of the long-lost!" "Ye have?" "Yes, sah:" "Well, what have Y,e seen down there that's so queer?" Don't be in a hurry, cap'n, I'se cumin', l'se cumin' dar." "Well, come along thin, Unc l e Pete, or I'll have to toss yer on the horse and ride it out of yer." '' It am s omet'in' 'portant, cap'n." "It ought to be, by the time you're takin' to deliver yersel' of it." The old negro roll ed his eyes around until thre e quarters of the whites shone, when, bring ing his staff down on the g round he said: "Yer know de hous' down dar?" '' Begorra! yes, I know the house down there!" "Well, ebery day, cap n, dey cook a meal." "What the divil would they do? Ate their food raw? "Don't yer see, cap'n-don't yer see?!' "I'm blowed if I do!" "But dey cook a meal dat nobody eats.-" "Why the divil don t ye ate it yersel' thin?" Cap'n Mike, yer very dumb." "Faith, I must be, whin I don't understand this matter, as plain as yer makin' it." Somebody must eat dat meal, cap'n.' "Begorral ye jist said nobody eats it.'' "Dat ain't what I mean."' "'What the divil do yer mane?" Who eats dat meal what nobody else eats, eh, cap'n?" Suddenly a r eve l at ion flashed upon Captain Mike's mind. His whole countenance became illuminated by a bright thought, as he exclaimed: "Begorra! I must be dumb that I didn't see what ye was drivin' at. What yer mean ter t ell me is, that every day there 's a meal cooked and .is carried away to be given to somebody that ye don't know anything about'/" "Dat' s it, cap'n; dat yere meal goes away wery mysterious." "There may be somebody sick in the house?" "No sari" may be somebody concealed there?" "Dat's what's de matter, cap'n!' " See here, Pete, who s leeps in the house?" De massa and dat a r Mead; de hous'keeper, de massa's body-servant, de cook, and two yaller gals. " That's all, eh?" "Yes, sah." Captain Mike indul ged a moment's thought, and then a8ked: What idea have you got about this matter, Uncle Pete?" I don t tol' nuffin' bout it, only dat I tell you!" Does your master take charge of that meal himself?'' "Yes sahf!' "Ye 'must say nothing about what you've told me, Uncle Pete?" "No, sah; dis chile am dumb!" Be the powers! if all the nagurs were as dumb as you are, it's a knowin' race they'd be! But go home, now, Uncle Pete, and keep yer eyes and ears open, and your mouth shut.'' "Yes, sabl" answered Pete; "dis yere ch ile know 'nuf for dat! and the old neg 'ro, staff in hand, sta rted homeward along the road. Captain Mike leaped into his saddle and pro ceeded homeward also. During the balance of his ride the old man was buried in deep 'thought. During the next day our old hero remained about the house, but when night fell, he came forth, dressed in a very peculiar manner. The yellow wig had been discarded; the 'Clothes wh ich he had worn had been repl aced by a pair of hunter's buckskin pants, a round about of the same material, "a skull cap, and in place of boots be wore a pair of moccasins. This semi-Indian uniform appeared to ca use him instinctively to adopt the stealthy tread of a red-skin on the trail, as he moved around to ward the stables, and proceeded to the kennel where the bound was chained. Unleashing the dog, he held something to ward the anima l to smell. The article proved to be the bloodstaine.d hat that had been found upon the road that fatal night when Captain Magruder had disappeared There was something mysterious in the actions of the old man, as, followed by the dog, he moved down toward the road, muttering: "Begorra! if I live to see to-morrow's sun-CHAPTER XLIV. THE dislosures made by the old negro, Uncle Pete, concerning that mysterious extra meal which nobody eat, confirmed the suspicion which for a long time bad agitated Captain Mike's mind. The object of his present mission was to in vestigate still further. As he moved a long toward the residence of Foster Mix, he indulg ed the hop e that he would not return alone. It was after midnight when he arrived in sight of the house. Everything was quiet and still about, save the hum of the rain as it beat upon the surrounding trees, a storm having set in after Cap t ain Mike had started on his journey. He passed around the house several times, in order to discover if anybody was moving about. Not the least indication did he encounter, nor coufd be discover the glimme r of a light through any of the windows. Be the powers!" be muttered, "everything is favorable thus far; and now I must be pre pared for contingencies. I'm not often troubled with presentiments, but I have a sort of feelin' to-night as though there might be a bit of a scrimmage before mornin'." Having made a complete and critical study of the surroundings, the old man withdrew to the cover of a summer-house, when he aga in let the hound smell the blood-stained hat, and then started him off upon the scent. Away sped the beast, while Captain Mike stretched himself out upon a seat in the sum mer-house, to await developments. Thus an hour passed, when the hound re turned, tail down, spiritless, and without the least evidence of having struck a trail. Begorra!" muttered Mike, as he gazed upon the dog, "the hound s been beat! Divil a trail has he found! I wish.I could take him wid me; but as intelligent as he is iri trying to tell Die somethin' wid his ?row ls and low barks, faith! he might be givin me away, so I'll lave him hete." Captain Mike bad his own method of convey ing his instru ctio ns to the hound. The mode adopted upon this occasion was to toss the gold-corded hat upon the floor, and order the beast to watch it. So well did be understand the nature of the dog, that be felt satisfied the faithful animal would remain steadfastly on guard to the death. Having settled matters as far as th e hound was concerned, the old man drew from his pocket a dark lantern. While preparing it for use he rem arked: Begorra! I feel more like a midnight burglar wid this toy, thin a soldier in the performance of his duty." Having adjuste d the lantern satisfactorily, be drew a l ong bowie-knife from his kelt, and with the coolness of a barber testin g his razor, exam ined the edge of the formidable weapon. That's all right," he muttered, as he drew a pair of pistols from his pocket and examined them carefully, adding : "Be the powers! if there's a hole made under Foster Mix's skin be fore mornin', it's himself 'll be responsible for the puncture." Again commanding the dog to watch, Captain Mike moved stealthily through the rain toward the house. Country people, especially in the South before the war, experi enced but slight dread of burglars, consequently their houses were very in sec urely closed at night. Captain Mike had but little difficulty in enter in g the home of Foster Mix. Once within, he had no trouble in finding his way to the cellar. Having been born in the old country, where, in his youth, he had often heard of dungeons under the walls of country houses, he had be come possessed with the idea that he might find something of the sort beneath the residence of the villain Mix. The l atte r's home was an old-fashioned $lone building, having been built prior to the Revolu tion, when houses were built so as to stand siege from roving tribes of hostile red men. Once in the cellar the old man slid the mask of his l antern and flashed the light around in e'tery direction What he saw was not encouraging to the ultimate result of his search.


30 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. He found the c ellar a very ordinary one, and his first cursory glance did not reveal any sign Qf secret vault or dungeon. Be th e powers!" h e muttered, as he stealth ily moved around, '' I'm satisfied that I've taken a wron g course thi s time." He had about concluded his investigations, and h a d determined to l eave the cellar and con tinue th e search in another direction, when the ray of light from his lantern flashed upon the part of a cross w a ll, which caused him to g ive a sudde n start and utter a low exclamation of de light. Going ne arer to the wall his eye fell upon an iron door tha t had been unhing ed and set to one side. This would not have furnis hed any clew were it not that he di sc overed in the wall a portion freshly bricked up. It required but on e g l a nce to satisfy him that this was a passage-way that had b ee n clos ed. S o g re a t was the old man's upon m a king this # discovery that he trembled m ev ery limb. He had not the least doubt but this had o'rig i nally been a passage -way th a t had been closed; and the conclus ion which flashed over hi s mind was tha t he was upon the eve of solvin g the won'derful mystery of Captain Magruder's dis appe arance It required but a moment or two for the old man to r ecover from the first shock of the di s covery and r egain his ordinary nerve and c ool ne ss. Se ttin g down his lantern h e cast a look around for so m e impl e m en t to assist him in r emoving the n ew l y l a id bricks. For awhile he was baffled in the di scovery of .any thin g which would a nswer hi s purpose; but :at l e n gt h he bethought himself of his bowie \ .nife "Begorra! me brave blade!" he muttered, probably this i s a b e tt e r use to put ye to thin p r yi n g apart the ribs of the owne r of this house. Proceeding deliberately to work, he speed ily succeeded in removing so me of the bricks, and thrusting his hund into the aperture di scove red, with a thrill of delight, tha t the passage-way h a d been c lo sed by a s in g l e wall of brick. After this d i scovery it did not take lon g to r emove sufficient of the wall to enable him to crawl throug h The way nqw being open, h e took l a ntern, and c r eep in g through, found himself ma second s ubt erranean apartment, far different from the mdinary cellar which he had just left. Debiis of all kinds was scattered in every direction, including mold y wine cases, old pieces of a nti q u e furniture, old-fashioned weapons, .and other a rticle s that had been in u s e probably a century befo re. As Captain Mike flashed the rays of his l an tern around, he began Illuttering to himself as usu a l : "Be the powers! I belave I ll m e fun for my pains afther all! I can nothin' .here 10 indic a t e that this musty old hole has rec ently been occupied." After hunting around awhile, stumbling first over one objec t, then ano ther, Captain Mike r e marked, w hil e rubbin g his shins after b a rkin g them aga in s t an old chest: "Fa ith! I'm not goi n to give it up this way; i hat passage was b locked up for some re aso n, and it was o nl y by accident that I discovered it. Now, begorral I'm go in g to sit my self down on this chest and take it aisy until I di sc over so m e thing else." S uitin g the a ction to the word he seated him self upon the chest, after havin g placed his lan1ern upon a s h e lf, and began to revolve matters over in h!s mind. There's one thin g certain," said he if I've not tound the key to the mystery I'm afther, it's ten to w a n that I may root out some -oth e r di v ilm e nt, and-Hold on, now, what's that? he ad d ed suddenly, as his eyes rested upon a certain portion of an additional cross w a ll. The object that had attracted Captain Mike's eye was a dilapidated red curtain which depend d from the The old m a n had noti ced this before, but what attrac ted his attention the second time was the fac t that the curtain moved as thou g h swayed gently by a current of a ir. "Faith!" said Mike, "but I thought that was a bundle of old clothes hang in g ther e; but I'll be h a n ge d if it don't look like a curtain, and it moved. Faith! now, I'll watch to sec if me eyes desaV'e me CHAPTER XLV. ] further, and pushing the door w ide open, he walked straight into the room. CAPTAIN MIKE his down from "By heavens!" was the exclamation that es-the s h elf, and flashmg rays direct_ly_ upon the caped from his lips as he g l a n ced a r ound the faded old damask curta.rn, watched it mtently. apartment. I've found the dungeon, but the In a moment he saw It ge ntly sway backward prisoner's Can it be, like m a n y a p ri son-and forward. . er before him, he has been led forth to execut ion The. mo_vemen t almost imperceptible, yet -or rather, has he been murdered at last?" m?;e it did The apartmen t in which Captain Mike found the ai_med that himself w as unques tionably a dungeon. moves. No, w ', thrn: it couldn t move of The room was completely walled in by solid it s owl!acco:d. th ats . masonry . Takmg his c o cke d pistol I? his ha1!-d, h e set Light and air were admitted through one hi s l antern down, s teppm g ?0 t iptoe adsmall window about eighteen in ches in height, vanced to the curtam Jerked it aside, when an d not more than four in c h es in width. not only a was disc overed but the nar-This window was barred h y iron bars at l east steps of a stairway. 1 an in ch in thi ckness. By the b'?nes of a live but h ere a The old man discovered another fact-that go! Now, thrn, where t! 1 e divil do staJrS the door through which he had ente red was By Jove, wha t a Foster made of solid iron. I be the re-The discovery of the dungeon alone would g 10ns. D1v1l a care h ave I. Im not g om back not h ave presented h alf t h e probabilities to the nor down, but up! Id 't t f h r 1 h f d Stealthily and with a tread as the f 0, were 1 no or t e ar IC es e oun of a .shadow, Captam Mike began asIn one corner was a narrow iron bedstead, cendmg the stairs. and near tha t a n iron stool. In the cente r of the He had but fe_w .steps, when. h e s t one floor there was a n in c h stap le to which wll:s startled by h ea rm g an md1stmct murmm of was st.ill attach ed a heavy chain. voices, There was bed-clothing upon the iron bedhalted and l!sten e d. After IJ?Omen t he stead which s h owed that it had been r ecently he tightly grasped hi s P!stol; o ccupied. It s. as "ell t? be on guard. Jfmth It was Advancing to this bed, with the a id of the this same littl e toy that I laid a g h ost a li ght from his lantern, Captai n Mike instituted time back Wh? but I have a c lane a thorough examinatio n and was rewarded by blaze at a. rale d1v-1! before lon g? finding a shirt, h av in g worked upon it t h e same Ascendmg further a few steps, h e r ea? h e d a initi a l s that were upon the handkei'chief present platform from whence a do'?r opene d 1?to an eel by old Uncle Pete to Zenie. w!1ere a second flight of stairs asThe old m a n found other proofs, cended still hig h e r sufficient to satisfy him that the mis smg man J\rrived opposite _this door, Cap tain Mike Capta in Frank Magruder, had not only agam h alted and listen ed, hardl y daring to a live the l as t twenty-four hours, but that he had breathe lest his presence should be betrayed, as been au occupant of that very dungeon. it was that hour of the night w h e n eve n the Cap t a in Mike seated himself upon the iron s li ghtes t rus tl e might be h eard. bedstead, and began to think. It took but a moment or two for the old man He was a keen man, and very capable in balto arrive at certain conclusio n s. . anc in g probabiliti es. In the first place, he r ecogmzed. the voices His fina l conclus i o n was, that Captain Magruthat h e h eard as those of Foster Mix and Radd er had been removed w i t hin a few hours. way Mead. As the old man thought more and more upon He also de c ided tha t the p assage -way in whicl::. the subject, his face b ega n to brighten, as the he was s tan d in g ran beside the study of the prob ab ilit y suggested itself that Captain Frank ow n e r of the house, and its existence was proba-had only been removed, and not murdered. bly known to him alone. Had they wished to murther the poor boy," The door by which he was standin g, h e also said he, "they cou l d find no more conven i en t concluded, was a concealed one tha t led from place than this iron barre d d un geon. Faith! a the library into the sec ret passage. prisoner could be starved to death in this hole As Cap t a in Mike stoo d there, it became a and the wo rld niver be the wiser for it!" question whether h e s hould remain and lis ten to For so m e time lon ge r Mike rumina t e d, when the conversation of the two villains, or continue suddenly a thought appeared to strike him, and his exp loration s risin g to his feet, he exclaimed: He knew that he still had seve r a l hours be Bego r ra! that's how to do it. It's h ere the fore daylight, and yet, after all, h e felt that to hound can take the scint; and once more upon liste n was l ess import ant to effec t a r esc u e the trail, if the dog can't follow it, it's littl e use in case he was upon the n ght track. for m e to try." Finally he decided to continue his search. Noiselessly Captain Mike descend e d the s tairs, Ascending the second flight of stairs, h e came not eve n stoppin g to lis t e n to the conversation to a nother pl a tform but the r e was no door l eadof the two men in the lib rary. in g from this, only a third flight of stairs. Once down in the cella r, he discovered a U pon asce ndin g the latter, he encountered a direct passage of egress, and quickly made his door directly in front of him, in stead of on the way to the summerh ouse where he had left the s ide, like the one below. do g. "Begorra!" mutte red Captain Mike, "now, .the hound with him, he returned, thin, 'fin d m es ilf in a quare dilemma! S upl ead m g him through the cellar up the secret pose, upon opening this door, I should find mestai rw ay t o the stone room. . silf in the prisence of s om e female? Faith, the The hound h ad not bee n r e l eased a mmute m very divil would be to pay, thin!" the room before made discovery He put his ear to the do or and list e ned, but that h ad escaped his ma sters noti ce. did not he a r the l east sound within Fro!Jl a corne r of the room h e pawed out a By the powers! I don't know what I s hall . do. If there's a ga l in that room, she'll scream As ke took the a rti c l e hand like the divil upon finding a strange man the r e, and exanuned 1t, a g roan burst fro m hi s hps, as and I wouldn't blame her. Troth, I felt like h e murmured: scramin g mesilf once whin a chambermaid "Mercif ul Heave?! it's stained fres!1 got in me room by mistake-but it was wid blood! Dead or a li ve, I must find lum this lau ghter!" time.". Again he listened, and at length tried the By aid the bed-clotlung: the old man mandoor but it was lbcked. An exam in a tion re aged to g ive the hound the n ght scent. the fact that it was barred and bolted on True to his instin cts, the beast followed the the side facing him. trail dow n to the door of the library !eading into Upon noi se les sly drawing these bolts and the but beyond that 1t was lo st. again trying the door he found that it yielded Ca p tam Mike attempt e d to draw the beast past and the way-was th e c:Joor, _when the animal jerked loo se, and Still he he s it a ted about e nterin g; being an old shovmg his snout down by the door, uttere d a bachelor, he was p a rti cularly se nsitiv e about low, fierce g rowl. getting into the room of a sleeping female, e ith e r white or bla c k A t l e n g th he came to the conclusion tha t he must do either one thing or the other. Finally h e pushed the door in wa rd, and h old ing his l antern down on a l eve l with the floor p eeped in. What h e saw emboldened him to advance CHAPTER XLVI. WHILE Cap tain Mike was in the cellar, and w as e n gaged in r emov in g the obstruction clos in g the entrance from the main cellar into the adjoining one, two horsemen had driven up from


FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 3 1 the wood direct to the stables, and there dis mounted. Having put away their horses, they started for the house, and entered the library, where some hours before Foster Mix had heh.I the ex citing interview described with Captain Mike. The two night riders were Foster Mix and Rad way Mead. Upon entering the library tbe former had turned up the blaze of a lamp stand in g upon a table, and as its light was shed around the room, the fact became apparent that Radway l\ifrad had received aa ugly cut across the temple. Both men .appeared wearied, and were evi dently laboring under some great excitement. As they seated themselves at the table, Foster Mix's eyes fell upon his companion's wound, when he remarked: That was an ugly cut the madman gave you. "Yes; and it was lucky we were two against uae, or, manacled as be was, I would have been compell e d to have disabled him to save myself. " Well, it' s an ugly job accomplished. I never felt easy while I had him confined in the house " It's a wonder to me," remarked Rad way Mead, that that cunning old Irishman never thought to look for him here.'' '' It would have required somebody well post ed to have discovered .that stone room ; but t}le danger is removed, and it' s my impression that the next occupant of that room will not require to be chained to that staple." .Not unless he walks in his sleep," said Rad way Mead, in a significant tone. So you believe in apparitions, do you?'' Only such as a fretted imagination may con ju re up." Tllis house may burn down some day, and any tliat chooses to haunt the ruins is welcome to do so .'' ' The only g host that I would fear is the one oa his way to the mad-house." Why should I fear that ghost?" "With life there is hope that at any moment that lunatic might become free." How could he obtain his freedom if my in structions be carried out? and I have promised a small fortune to have them fulfilled." "You forget that there's method in your madman's insanity; he may offer treble the sum you are to pay for his freedom:--the Magruders are rich." A smile that was simply demoniac played over the marble features of Foster Mix as he asked, in.a tone of devilish significance: How long do you suppose I propose to pay that fellow's board?" As long as he lives, I suppose." "Exactly." How long do you suppose he can live under confinement in a mad-house?" "If he lives eight days," replied Foster Mix, in tones fearfully sugge stive, a certain keeper will be five thousand the worse off!" Ah! I was going to suggest some such pre caution. The gr. ave is the safest cell for our enemies, or those who are dangerous to us." "You're right. I'm ready to risk disclosures from lips once sealed over by a gra>e mound.''. At this instant both men were startled by hearing a peculiar scratching noise. Foster Mix was on bis feet in a moment, with a cocked pistol ia his hand, and he exclaimed, in a husky tone: What noise is that?" The countemrnce o!' both men were ghastly as they listened ou. An instant's silence followed the first peculiar sound, but at length it was broken by a low, but distinct growl; followed by a quick, nerv ous bark. (>pen tha.t door!" exclaimed Foster Mix, with a face livid. Radway Mead sprung to his feet and opened the door leading from the large hall. Any one there?" asked Foster Mix, still in a husky tone of voice. "No one." Then that sound came from there!" and the speaker pointed toward an opposite corner of the room. For a moment the two men gazed at each other, and if not abject terror, at least extreme trepidation was expressed upon both their faces; at length Foster Mix reached down a double barreled shot-gun that was slung upon the wall, and facing the corner of the room he had pre viously indicated, he said, as he raised both hammers of the gun: Open the door to the secret passage!" Radway Mead appeared to thoroughly under-it's the divil s own breeze you've raised now, stand the secrets of the room, as by a peculiar my noble dog!" movement he removed a portion of the panel or Captain Mike was not only cool under perilwainscot ing disclosing a door. ous circumstances, but wonderfully calculative. Noiselessly he slid the bolts of the latter, and He was capable of taking ia all the bearings then quickly pushed it open, while Foster Mix of the situation at a glance. stood, with the shot-gun leveled, ready to blow He was not amiss ia his conclusions upon this to atoms any living object that might be discovoccasion. ered there. He calcu l ated upon the very result which "No one there?" he said. really followed. '.'No one!" was the answer from Radway He knew that they would discover the direcMead. lion from whence the growl came-that these" Are our fretted imaginations already playcret pas sage would be examined, and the way of iag us strange freaks? I could swear that I his presence discovered. heard the growl and bark of a hound." Neither did he question the fact but what So coulcl. I." Foster Mix would instantly conclude who the And it came from the direction of that intruder was. door." The old Irishman regretted that the clog had That i s my impression." betrayed him; but as it was a thing that could "lt hardly seems possible. Still we must innot be avoided, he made up his mind to meet vestigate this matter." the issue resolutely. Foster Mix took a small metal lamp, and after He did not question, either, that be would be lighting it, handed it to Radway Mead, saying: pursued. "Take this, and precede me up those stairs, "Begorra!" he muttered, as he crept forth but be ready to drop at an instant s warning, in from the house, the battle had to come some case I should be compelled to shoot down an in time; as well to night as any other. I'll not truder." seek the scrimmage; rather will I try to avoid The two men ascended the sta irs, Radway it. I"ll go about my business, and if the worst Mead in advance. comes to the worst, there s but two agin one! When the latter arrived in front of the iron 'l'he old man proved his wonderful coolness door to the stone dungeon, he qbserved that the by going straight to the summer-house, and se heavy bolts had been slid, and that the door was curing his double-barreled gun before startiug on a crack. toward home. Turning to his companion, he said, in a So deliberate was the old hero ia all his startled tone: movements, that he had only gained the road, The dungeon has been entered since we left and was le s s than an eighth of a mile from the it." scene of his late remarkable adventures, when Are you sure that you bolted the door?" he heard the low bay of a couple of blood Don't you recollect telling me to do so?" hounds. "I do." "Ah, ha! but they're trying a bit of my "And I obeyed your instructions." game, now!" exclaimed the old man, as the bay Enter the room. vY e must fathom this of the fell upon his ear. mystery to the bottom.'' The ram had ceased to fall, the clouds had Upon entering the room, both men at once cleared away, and the rays of a three-quarter recognized the fact that, remarkable as it moon made beautiful the tops of the surround seemed, there was no doubt but what some one ing hills. had penetrated that secret room. Taking a.position directly in the middle of the Pointing to the bloody towel which lay upon road, and with an exp r e s sion upon hi s face such the floor, Rad way Mead as he had often worn when leading hi s company "I recollect throwing that bloody cloth into amid the shock of battle, the old soldier await-the corner yonder." ed the approach of the hounds. "This room has been entered! was the Soon they came in sight, speeding along t,J.te reply, "but how under heavens any one got ia road, with their noses to the ground, hot upon here is a mystery that dumfouads me!" the scent of their prey. "They must have come through the library?" Not a mus c le of the old soldi e r s frame quivsuggested Radway Mead. ered, and the two had jus t beguu to "You found. the panel door bolted?" uller the low barks peculiar to them when close "Yes; but whoever entered here, may have upon th eir prey. bad a confederate in the house." Nearer and nearer they came, like two red" Ti1ey didn't go out through the library!" eyed devils. was the startling rejoinder; "it's less than ten At last less than five yards intervened between minutes ago that we heard the bark of the the hounds and Captain Mike. dog." The dogs were running side by side, when The same idea seemed t o strike both men at suddenly two reports of a gun in quick succes the same instant, as, without a word, Rad way sion broke the stillness. Mead turned and proceeded down the secret The aim had been fatal; both charges went staircase, followed by Mix with the loaded gun. straight to the mark, and a second after the last Once in the cellar, a sight met the eyes of report, the two ill-fated hounds Jay struggling both men that at once explained the whole mysin the miry road, writhing iu tlie agonies of tery. death. There was the walled entrance with the bricks Like an old hunter, after dropping his game, removed, showing plainly how the intruc!er had Captain Mike began to reload his piece. accomplished his in gress and egress. While thus engaged, he heard the clatter of "The mystery is explained!" sai1 Foster horses' feet. along the road, when, with a grim Mix. smile, he muttered: "Yes; we know now how the intruder got ia "Begorral if, in a few minutes, two human and out-but who was he?" beings are writhing there beside the dogs, it "It requires butoae guess to name the man." will be because they invited their own doom!" "Captain Mike?" 1 At no time during the course of our story "As sure as you Jive, it was that old Irishhave we been called upon to record a more darman, with his infernal hound!" ing act than the fact of this old hero calmly "Then there's but one thing left for us to awaiting the approach of two determined, welldo." armed men who sought his life. "What is that?" Captain Mike could have taken to the brush, Follow him! this i s our only opportunity. and have escaped in that manner if be bad so If that man ever reaches the Deane place alive, desired; but never in his life had he turned his you might as well take horse for parts unknown, back upon a foe, and he felt that it was too late for by heavens! he's got a coil around your neck to do so now. now that is fatal!" 8oon the two horsemen hove in sight. "You're right," answered Foster Mix, ia At the same moment that Captain :Mike distones of suppressed energy. "We'll follow covered them the two horsemen recognized him him, even if we slay him under the very roof of also, and came to a halt. the Deane mansion!" "Scoundrel if you value your life, l ay down CHAPTER XL VIII. your gun and surrender! called out Foster M i x And place myself in the power of two red banded murderers!" AT the time the hound uttered the growl and Surrender, or we'll shoot you down in your bark by the secrP.t door, Captain Mike caught tracks!" the beast by his brass collar and dragged him The portion of the road where Captain Mike down the stairway, remarking: stood was a cut through a hill, on either side of By the powers, Tiger, you meant well, but I which rose high banks.


82 FAITHFUL MIKE, THE IRISH.HERO. Jutting out from the face of one of these banks was a huge bowlder Knowing that he was at a disadvantage, Cap tain Mike, as he called out his answer, had slowly stepped backward, so as to gain the cover of the rock. Like an experienced old soldier, he recognized the advantage of any kind of a cover. He had just reached a point opposite the ro c k, when he saw one of his enemies raise his gun to his shoulder. Simultaneously with the flash from the muz zle of the discharged weapon the old man dropped upon his face, and the charge flew harmlessly over his head. The next instant his own gun belched forth a flash of fire, and one of the horsemen keeled from his saddle, while the other let drive two shots in quick succession. Captain Mike felt that he was wounded, still he staggered to his feet, and discharged his re maining barrel. last shot proved i'neffective; Foster Mix was an experienced fighter like himself,. and had covered his body with his horse. There was no time for either man to reload his gun, and both resorted to their revolvers. A rapid fusillade followed, and was continued until both men had en1ptied every barrel of their pistols, and still both men were able to continue the fight. Foster Mix was unwounded, except a slight scratch, while Captain Mike s left arm was badly shattered. So thoroughly experienced were both of them in the use of weapons, that even amid the ex citement of the bloody combat they had tallied each other's shots, and, as it was to be a strug gle to the death, both drew their bowie-knives, and warily advanced for the final comb a t. We have previou s ly given our readers to understand that Foster Mix was a man of great courage. He and well sustained his reputation upon tl).is occasion. Not for an instant had he given the least sign of flinching; his conduct from the first had evinced a dogged determination to conquer or die. Had Captain Mike had the use of both arms, he would have proved an equal match for Foster Mix, d e spite his age. It was a terrible moment when those two men approached each other, each with a formidable bowie-knife grasped in llis hand. I've waited for this moment, Foster Mix!" said Captain Mike, in low, fierce tones. "And so have I! was the reply, in tones equally fierce and threatening. Faith, I've settled one of my assassins, and when I've sent you to your divil master, 1 shall feel that my last battle has been fought Mike's remark that he had settled one of his assassins was an allusion to the fact that Rad way Mead lay weltering in his blood, while the rays of the moon glittered upon his ghastly feat ures. This ill-fated youth had fallen a victim to Captain Mike s first discharge ; as he had reeled from t he saddle he had died before reaching the ground. Speedy and terrible had been his doom; and still, there in the clo s e vicinity of where this ghastly corpse lay, Captain Mike and Foster Mix were engaged in a fearful strug gle that could only terminate in the death of one or both of them. Warily they advanced toward each other. Captam Mike was cautious, because of his wounded arm while Foster Mix was equally so, because of his knowledge of the old man's powers. Captain Mike was about to make some taunting remark, when he felt himself growing dizzy. With a groan of anguish he staggered for ward, but, alas! the quantity of blood that flowed from his wound had weak e ned him. De s perately the old man struggled to keep his feet, but his lion heart was not proof against the weakness of huma n nature, and with one expir ing thrust with his knife, he sunk helpless and in sensible at the feet of his would be assassinFoster Mix. CHAPTER XL VIII. VILLAIN as he had become, there still remained in the bosom of Foster Mix a spark of the manhood of a gentleman and a solrlie r He could have shot Captain Mike down like a dog when the latter was in the fullness and strength of life, but corrupt as he was, he shrunk from striking him as he lay helpless and bleeding at his feet. "Hang it!" muttered Foster Mix. "I hope the old scounarel is dead." "And I hope not!" suddenly came a voice, as the fil\'ure of a man, with pale face and tat tered raiment, confronted Foster Mix. "Great heavens! you here?" exclaimed the latter, starting back as though an apparition had s uddenly faced him. "Yes, perjurer! forger! murderer! I am h e re at last to call you to account for your vil lainies!" And as the strange man, who had so sudden ly appeared, spoke, he aimed a piRtol directly at the heart of Foster Mix. Still the latter did not flinch, but answered, coolly : "I have discharged my last shot, but fire!" "No, sir! Scoundrel and assassin as you are, wronged as I have been by you, I would scorn to shoot you down in cold blood!" Captain Magruder," said Foster Mix, this is not a moment for exp l anations. You seek mx life, and it is better for me that you should be dead The advantage is with you Avail your self of it. Fire!" Captain Magruder's eye fell upon the knife still grasped in the hand of Captain Mike. Stooping down and possessing himself of the weapon, he said : "Now we are on equal terms; defend your self!" and Captain Magruder made a rush at his enemy. The fight between Foster Mix and the in Captain Magruder proved to be a l ong and des perate one, but in the end the man who had been wronged triumphed over the calculating villain who had wronged him. Himself bleeding from several wounds, Cap tain Magruder stood over the form of Foster Mix. At this instant a number of men appeared upon the sceue. It is not nece s sary for the purpose of our story to record iu detail what followed. The dead body of Radway Mead was carried to the house of ]'oster Mix; the latter, still breathing, but ins&sible, was carried there also. At the command of Captain Magruder a vehicle was procurea, and just after daylight the still insensible for,m of the brave old man, Captain Mike, was carried into the Deane man sion. The men who had assisted in removing the wounded had not recognized Captain Magruder, but at the Deane mansion, where his person was well known, he was instantly recognized. He appeared to them like one suddenly risen from the dead. Soon the story flew from mouth to mouth th;lt the missing and murdered man, C a ptain Magruder, had reappeared in life. In the meantime skillful physicians had been sent for. Through their efforts the faithful1 old hero, Captain Mike, was restored to cons c iousness. After the administering of stimulants the ter rible truth was announced to the old man that it would be necessary to amputate his arm. "Go ahead was the cool reply "Faith, it's little further use I ll have for it Languidly the suffere r glanced about the room, when his eye suddenly fell upon the form of Captain Magruder. Instantly his countenance brightened. Pointing with his uninjured arm, he asked, eagerly: "Who's that?" "Don't you recognize me, my old friend? asked Captain Magruder. ls it Captain Frank?" It is." In life? or am I decaved by a strange fancy'/" Y ()U are not deceived, my old friend." Give me yer hand, me boy! Faith, I wi s h I could grasp yours with both of mine, but, be jabers, the doctors have cut the other one off." "Not yet," observed one of the doctors; but I am s orry to say it is necessary to do so to save your life!" "Yer sorry ter cut off me arm, is that what yer sayin'? Begorra, ye can cut off both arms if ye have a moind, and me head, too, now that Captain Frank is safe and alive!" To the astonishment of the surgeons, the old Irishman not only refused stimulants, but de clined taking anything, and submitted to the operation of amputation with the same coolness that he would h a ve submitted himself to a bar ber to have his hair cut. It was nearly a week before Capt a in Mike was sufficiently recovered to converse with his young friend, Captain Magruder, in whose behalf he had dared and suffered so much. One afternoon young Magruder was sitting at his bedside, when Captain Mike asked the ques tion: Has a message been sent to Mrs. Deane and the dear girl?" "Yes," was the reply. "And have ye heard from thim ? "Yes; they are on their way home." Thank Heaven for that! Have they heard that ye are alive and well?'' "Yes, Captain Mike, the fact has been advertised in every paper ill the Union." "As a piece of sensational news, I suppose ? " Probably "Now; thin, captain, tell me about Foster Mix. Have ye heard anything from him?" "I have." "ls he livin' ?" "He is." Do ye know how the fight terminated that I had wid him? This is the first opportunity I've had to spake about that. Captain Magruder related all the circum stances that had happened upon that fatal night after Mike had fallen in sensible, from loss of blood, at the feet of his enemy. "And it was yo u who fought him at last?" "Yes. " Faith, how mysterious are the ways of Providence. I gave out jist in time for ye ter be yer own avenger." It appears so." "And ye say Foster Mix is livin' ?" "Yes.'' Is there any chance of his final n:covery?" "Yes; but he will be a cripple for life." "Captain, ye have somethin to tell me." "I sppose you would like to hear what hap pened to me these many months that 1 have been missing?" "No, no, not now; reserve that until me poor darlin' is here to hear the first relation of y e r trial from yer own lips." What else have l to tell you, then?" About Foster Mix. What proceedin g s have been taken under the law for the scrimmage we had all 'round?" Captain Magrude r smiled as he replied: Well, we are all under bail." "Who's all?" Foster Mix, yourself, and I." "Ah, thin, that's the ind of that part of it!" "Probably so; it will be considered a duel, merely." I'm glad of that. Faith, I've had enough of the law. At this moment a great commotion was heard below stairs. "They're comin'!" exclaimed Captain Mike An instant later the invalid's word s were con firmed, as the bedroom door flew open, and the beautiful Zenie, followed by her mother, with faces radiant with joy, entered the room. "Hip, hip, hurrah!" feebly excl a imed Cap tain Mike, adding, humorously: "Hug as much as ye p l aze. children, me face is turned to the W!llll" CHAPTER XLIX. A MONTH passed. The shadow that had hung over the Deane mansion had vanished, as it was ardently hop e d by the occupants of that grand old home, for ever. Captain Magruder had just returned from Washington in a brand-ne w uniform, and a year's leave of absence from the secretary of war. The young officer was as handsome and spark ling as ever. Zenie, too, had r ecovered her health and bright lo.oks, and the trial through which she had passed had matured, but not marred, her resplendent bea uty. The brave old soldier, Captain Mike, a lso, aided by a naturally stron g constitution, had s o far recovered as t<> join the party in the drawing-room. It was evening and Captain Magruder had been summoned to redeem his promise to relate his adventures, from the time he p a rted with Captain Mike upon that fatal night when his blood-stained hat was found by the roadside. "Now, see here," said the old lrishman, "it was you got me tried for me life wid yer tricks, an' now. ye can just tell us what ye did wid yersel'."


FAITHFUL :MIKE, THE IRISH HERO. 33 Zenie was sitting on a low stool at her lover's feet, when the latter began his narration by saying: A happi e r heart never beat in a human breast th a n throbb e d in my bosom upon th a t night when I parted from our old friend here. After leaving him I started my hors e upon a cante r, and had proceeded nearly an eighth of a mile from where I left him-" "By the powers, then," interrupted Mike; those two gentlemen swore truly when they said the y met ye at the cross-roads." "Yes, I remember m eet ing two gentlemen at the cross-roads.'' Thin how the divil was it that they mur dered ye at the very spot where I parted from ye, and where yer hat was found red wid yer blood?'' "I'm going to explain that to you, my dear old friend ; I can now see why it was that the attack was made at that particular spot." "But how the divil came ye at that spot, me boy?" "Because it was their design to murder or capture me just at the point where I parted from you!" So that I be accused of yer murder?" That was evidently theirdesign." "Well go on, now, au' tell us how they got ye back there." By a man's runnin g after me, and calling out that your horse had fallen with you, and that you were badly injured." The villains! and wid that story they brought y e back?" "Yes." '' And it was for concern of me that you got into the whole scrape?" "Not by a Jong s hot; it was their intention to capture me at a ll h azards." "Well, go on, m e boy; but this is a strange .story, surely." "It was not their intention to kill me; my capture alone was all that they desired." Well, go on; sure it was a mysterious capt ure they made; and, by the powers! in the end they captured me, too, on the of it. But, go on, and divil a word more will I inter rupt ye wid till ye r story is all told." "Believing the man s statement to be true, I turned my hprse about and hastened back; and when I reached the spo t where I had parted from Capta in Mike, I was suddenly surrounded by six ruffi ans, and before I was aware of th eir intention I was seized and dragged from my .horse." An' dido 't ye show fight, captain?" ex claimed old Mike, excitedly. "I dit.!, but I was unable to draw my pistols. All I could do was to use my feet vigorously, as two great strong fellows had my arms pin ioned." "An' did ye give any of thim a lift in the belly ?" '' I certainly knocked two of them down, and might eventually have freed myself, but I was shot at, and finally felled to the ground with a bludgeon During this recital t.hus far, the old one armed h ero, Capta in Mike, betrayed t he utmost excitement, and at l engt h he exclaimed: Be the powers! but I wish I'd heen there, me boy and atwa n e the two of us but w e would have laid thim scoundre ls and murderers w e ll out. But go on wid ye r story. Faith, I prom i sed not to interrupt ye, but I am at it agin, I see-but go on! go on!" After I was struck down, I knew nothing until I op e ned my eyes,"a nd found mys elf lying in th e soft mud, on -the bank of a river." "An' it w as ye, afther all, that sho t that black ra sca l whose body we found there?" I will tell you a ll about i t, my old friend." "Oh, yes-upon me word, but I was not uware that I was interrupting ye ag'ill; but on, an' tell us how ye laid that black assassm out st iff an' dead." R esuming his narration, Captain Magruder s a id : When I found myself lying in that condi tion my first id ea was to effect my escape. "A moment's reflection convinced me that the fellows thought tha t I was dead and hoped to avail myself of this impression to make my escape They were all engaged in launching a flat bottomed boat, and I commenced rolling myself over and over, intending to gain the cover of the meadow-grass and then steal away. Unfortunately, one of the fellows a great, fierce negro, observed my movements and advanced toward me with a knife in his hand, probably intendin g to <'Ut my throat. "From habit I instinctiv e ly clapped my hand to my pistol pocket. Fortunately my Derringer had been by some oversi ght, left undi sturbed, and my hand grasped it." Thank Heaven for th at!" exc l aime d Cap tain Mike, with mild en thusia sm, his old face a ll in a g low. The fellow had see n me move, and cam e toward me with his knife poised to deal me my death-blow, when I raised uiy pi s tol and fired." An' ye killed him sure?" I saved my life. Had I not fired as I did, the assassin would have carried out hi s pur pose." "An' did that bring the other scoundrels upon ye?" "Yes." "By the powers! but I hope ye dropped a few more of them. "No; they would have finished the work attempted by the man I shot but for an opportune arrival." "And that was Foster Mix?" "No; it was Radway Mead, the young man who had undertaken the job, as I then learned to capture me a live." "And where was ye taken to?" To the house of Foster Mix." And put in tha t dungeon he has in his house?" Yes ; but bow did you know a nything about the dungeon?" F a ith I was in there." As a prisoner ?" "No, but lookin' for ye, me comrade," replied Captain Mike. Well, had you penetrated there sooner, you would hav e saved me much agony and suffering, as I will tell CHAP'fER L "AHi I doubt not but that they used ye sore ly in that place?" Yes," replied Captain Frank; and had you been convicted as my murderer, I would n eve r have left that place alive I" Thin they would have hung me first, and murdered ye after, eh? Begorra, whin I was a boy once, a lad tould his moth e r that I hit him, and begorra, wbin I met that boy again, 1 did hit him, well, too. Seein' as l had the credit, I thought I may as well hev the ga in, and it was the same that tbim villains meant by ye!" As a man was hung for my murder they had c1; mcluded to kill me anyhow, eh?" "That's jist it, captain; but go on now, an' tell what happened to ye in that dungeon." It is easily told. Every minute was a mo ment of torture, and how I preserved my sanity is still a mystery to me " Did they k eep ye informed of what was goinoon outside ?" fndeed they did, my faithful old friend, and the cruelest blow I received was the in formation that you had be e n convicted as a mur derer, and even the day was named when you were to be executed." The divils! Little did they dra me at that time that I would be the executioner of them, a t least in the end; but on wid yer story." There rem a ins httle for me to tell. For some r easo n or other, Foster Mix became satis fied that it would not be safe to keep me lon ger in hi s house, and he set about to remove me to a worse place." Could there be a worse place on the face of the earth?" I think so. H e intended to remov e me to a private mad-house!" Faith, that's the same place where it ap pears that all h eroes of romanc e are conv a niently r emoved!" said Captain Mike, with a sly twinkle. Before the ni ght when you made your way to that secret dungeon, the attempt was made to remove me." It must have been but a short time previous to my gett in' in there u It was." And ye showed fight as usual ?" How do you know that, my old friend?" Faith, I found the signs of a scuffle in the room, and I afterward discovered the signs of it upon the face of Poster Mix's friend and mis guided assistant." Yes, I did make an effort to gain my free dom, and struck that young man with one of my manacled hands." "And was ye in the house all the time that I was sea rching aro und for ye ? "No, I was not; I was taken out by young Radway and Foster Mix, and d e livered into the possess10n of four r e presentatives from the mad house. "That was upon th e same nigh t when I had th e fight with Fost e r Mix in the road?" The same night." And how did ye mana ge to get free?" The men bec ame-ca re l ess, and I managed to slip off the manacles from my wrists unob served. " And then ye gave it to them ?" "No; Ilef t them." "It was French lave ye took?" Yes, I s uppose that is what you ca 11 it." "Was. ye followed, me brave captain?" I \vas." But ye outran the inemy like a good sol dier?" "No; I was not able to run very far. I had been too lon g in confinement." "Thin how tile divil did ye g it away from thim f e llers?" ' I secured a stout stick." "An' l ef t them wid sore he ads?" "Yes." "Be the powers, captain, but I'm proud of ye! Tha t is the l?ood ould style we have of doin' it in Ireland '' After escaping from those men, I m a de my way toward this house, when I was attracted by the sounds of the combat between you and Fos ter Mix." "An' ye came to save me ?" "I did." "Thin I owe me life to ye, captain!" "No; but I owe mine to you, my dear, brave, faithful old friend! Had it not been for your ceaseless vigilance and pursuit of these men, I sllould not be alive to-day to t e ll this tale." "Thank Heav e n th a t ye afe, captain; as I believe in me heart that I couldn't have lo s t an arm in the cause of two better and more de sarvin' young people than ye two! But, let me ask ye one thin g captain; from a word that ye dropped I thou ght that may be, like the vil lains in the play, Foster Mix has repented, and ye felt bound to forgive him " For once, my shrewd old friend, you are mistaken.'' Faith! I'm of that; he's a brave man, though such a v11lain." "Yes, he is personally brave, but morally a great coward." "Well, I'm not standin' for morality ; but tell me, has he done justice to our dear girl there? " He bas; but neither for love nor from a sense of justice." "Well, has he done it at all?" "He has." And the story of Hepsy Doane has been proclaimed a lie?" "Not exactly; but Foster Mix has signe

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