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Gerald O'Grady's grit; or, The branded Irish lad

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Gerald O'Grady's grit; or, The branded Irish lad
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Pluck and luck
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Draper, Allyn
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I.,ue d Subs r ription U .50 p e r ytar E ttr'ed ,.., Secon d Cla.<. < M n tler at t h e N.,o York Pos.f OfflCe, N"ooemb e r 'l', 1 898, 'li.y F r al!k-Tov.sei. No. 219. NEW YORK. AUGUST 13. 1902. Price 5 Cents. IRISH ... -f.. : A fierce glare of hatred flashed from his eyes while he seized the cato'ninetails. "Oscar Costello I'll give you what you gave me, and with a vengeance and a half at that." A.nd the next instant he raised the instrument of torture.

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\ 2 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. that he was as brave and determined in danger as he was fair to look upon. One year before the night, on which we find him on the banks of that smiling river, Gerald O'Grady was living with his. mother in the city of Cork, and attending an excellent school there. One day the young lad returned from school only to find that his mother had disappeared from the lodging-house where they had been staying, without leaving a single word or line for her son. Two or three days were passed by Gerald in anxious search and in making inquiries; but he could find no trace of that fond parent, and he could not account for her strange dis appearance. It was a mystery to him; there was something mysterious about his life; and he felt that there was some mystery shrouding his birth. Gerald never knew who was his father; and it was only inti.mated to him by his mother that her husband was an un fortunate man who had been engaged in the rebellion of '48, and who had suffered for his patriotism by being transported to the English penal settlement in Australia. Heretofore Gerald had never known want; but now, when his mother disappeared, he found that he had but a few shillings in the world; and he did not know of any frien\is or relatives in Ireland to whom he could turn for advice or assistance. The young lad was as proud as the prince of the fallen angels; therefore he could not beg. Had he lived one hundred years before, it is more than likely that he would have taken to the road, and he was just the lad to rival Dick Turpin and Captain Freney. He could not get to America, that land of promise for so many of his race, and he could not get employment to give him bread in the land that gave him birth. There was nothing for the young fellow to do-save to starve or to enlist under 'that alien flag which his mother had taught him to hate. And thus Gerald was compelled (like thousands of his countrymen in other days) to wear the English red, while he dearly loved the Irish green. While the young lad was at school he became intimate with Oscar Costello, whose father was the colonel of the regiment which Gerald afterward joined. Gerald hoped, on entering into that regiment, that he would .find a friend in his former schoolmate; and he also indulged in blissful dreams for the future, in which Fannie-the blue eyed beauty-was ever present. But the gallant young fellow had soon cause to curse the hour that he enlisted. For the first three months all went well with Gerald, and his old schoolmate, who was now a lieutenant in his com pany, treated him in a kindly way; while many a sly smlle from Fannie told him that he was not forgotten by the young girl, however mu. ch their stations in life might differ. Gerald had never seen Colonel Costello until three months after entering the army, as -that officer had been absent from his regiment on a sick leave for some time. When the colonel discovered who Gerald was, after having encountered him on parade, he called his son into his room, and carefully closed the door after him. After that day Gerald's life in the army was simply a hell upon earth. The young man soon realized that Colonel Costello and his son were his bitter enemies; that they knew more of his history than was ever revealed to him; and that they were determined to crus' h him to the' earth, "to kill him or drive him mad," as the young fellow had expressed it. And yet, while the father and son hounded him day after day, and week after week, punishing him for every tri fault, and insulting him whenever opportunity offered, Ge bore his ills with apparent humility, for he was assured t Fannie Costello was devotedly attached to him. One stolen interview in t;ti.e grove on the banks of t smiling river compensated for weeks of torture and indigni But the more Gerald bore his ills with apparent humility fiercer and more annoying became the tyrants who seeme be thirsting for his blood. On the very day preceding the evening on which we f him with Fannie in the grove, Oscar Costello had threate him with the lash-that degrading instrument of tort the application of which was worse than death to the hi spirited lad. That threat determined Gerald's course of action. Come what would, he would not remain where he v at the mercy of his merciless foes; for he knew full well ti ere long they would drive him to commit an act which wo render him liable to the degrading punishment. And thus it was that he sough,t a last interview with Fan ere flying from the service under those who were bent on destruction. "Oh, Gerald! cried Fannie, "I cannot blame you for be angry with Oscar; but don't look so cross at me, for I wo go on my knees to father if I thought I could serve you. Gerald! if you must go to America, I will follow you ther "Will you, Fannie?" cried the young fellow, as he pas. his arm around her waist again. "When I make a fort there will you coip.e to me?" "I willf indeed I will, Gerald!" "Then my heart is light this blessed moment, my darli And now I must be off across the country to Hinsdale bef< they'll miss me at the barracks." ''Walk to the end of the grove with me, Gerald," plea the young girl; "it may be years before we meet again." "To be sure I will, my own darling!" was the response. And on they walked to the end of the grove, mutteri words of eternal devotion; but they never dreamed that t were rushing into danger. "Farewell, my darling!" said Gerald, as he embraced girl for the last time. "I needn't ask you to be true to for I know you will. "Forever, Gerald!" "You infernal scoundrel!" cried a tall young man in u form, as he sprang out from a clump of young trees. home at once, you hussy!" 'Tis Oscar! We're lost, Gerald!" gasped the young as she fled from the spot. "For heaven's sake, fly at one "Stand, you villain!" roared the brother, as he sprang Gerald with a heavy walking-cane uplifted in his han "stand till I trounce you while I can stand over you, a then drag you before my father." "Don't strike me: Lieutenant Costello, I warn you!" turned Ge:rald, as he retreated before the infuriated you officer. "Don't dare to touch me or--" Down fell the heavy cane, and Gerald O'Grady was stru to the earth. "Now, you dog-you vile cur-you ill-begotten wretch yelled .the young officer, as he planted his foot on the prostra lad and raised the cane again, "I'll teach you to even lo' at my sister. I'll murder you, you viper!" r But it was not a viper that Oscar Costello had before him on the banks of that Irish river. No hunter, even in the gloom of an African jungle, behai such fierce eyes as those that glared up at him for a secoDt Then there arose such a yell of rage and vengeance, e with a sudden bound, Gerald O'Grady flung aside his assailau and sprang to his feet.

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. 3 !=================================-===-============================-:========= And the next moment the heavy cane was plucked from the I With a cry of rage Oscar sprang on the insolent young cer's hand. soldier, aiming a blow at his head as he rushed on. "I warned you, Oscar Costello!" cried Gerald, as he raised Gerald met the shock without flinching an inch, and he :>.e cane to his assailant, "not to strike me with this. Take in parrying the blow with his left hand, while he at, you lying, rascally, cowardly blackguard! Down to the sent in a stinger with his right that sent Oscar staggering back. ound with you!" Before the young officer could put out his guard again, his Before the officer could spring aside the cane descended on determined opponent was on him like a flash, and thus-thudis head with terrible effect, and the next moment he was thud! went the clenched fists on his eyes and nose. retched on the ground, with Gerald's foot on his breast. And down went Oscar Costello his head striking heavily "Cur-dog-ill-begotten villain-cowardly wretch!" cried on the ground. as he glared down at his foe. "Back in your teeth "Have you enough, you cur?" cried Gerald as he stared at fling your vile words. Now, you spawn of a coward, I am the prostrate officer. "G e t np and face me again, for I'll not en with you. Get up, if you dare, and fight me like a man!" strike you down'. Aha! I told you that I'd give you a sound Then Gerald struck his assailant one blow across the breast thrashing! flung the cane out into the rushing river. "Curse you, you infernal scoundrel!" yelled the enraged CHAPTER II. THE FIGHT BY THE RIVER'S SIDE. officer, as he sprang to his feet, "you'll never live to boast of your triumph, fo I'll murder you on the spot!" As the infuriated young man uttered these words, he drew a pistol from his pocket and presenting it full at Gerald's face blazed away. A foud report rang' out in that quiet valley, and Gerald felt a stinging sensation in the right ear. u Oscar Costello was half stunned and ruggled to his feet, 'lnd then stood hoolmate. "You treacherous hound!" yelled the young soldier as he fairly crazed as he dashed in on the officer and seized the weapon. "Now it's for glaring at his old life and death between us!., r{:very pulse in Gerald's body was throbbing with rage and dignation as the recollection of his tortures and insults he td endured thronged to his mind. Talk of cool si
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4 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. "Oh, Gerald-Gerald!" cried a soft voice near him, "you are lost if they catch you now; and what will become of me? Fly-fly! I saw it all! Oscar and father will be the death of you now!" "One moment, young sir!" cried a stern voice near, "I saw it all, too!" "Who are you, sir?" demanded Gerald, as he faced a tall, g1.1ay-haired man who had just emerged from behind a clump of bushes. "No matter to you who I am," replied the old stranger; "you are called Gerald O'Grady?" 1 "I am. Do you mean to try and hinder me from escaping?" As Gerald spoke he held the pistol in his hand as if ready to strike if the other advanced. "I wish to help you, you goose," replied the old gentleman. "Hear them now The alarm has sounded already and they are out after you." him alive till w.e torture him to death. A hundred pou to the man who captures him!" The dragoons $ent up a ringing shout as tb.ey plunged t horses into the stream after their angry colonel; and shout was scarcely re-echoed in the woods beyond w Gerald sent back his defiant response: "Come on-come on, Colonel Costello! To the mischie pitch you all! Come on, and I'll serve you as I did y cur of a son. I'm only sorry I didn't knock out his other ey his brains-while I was about it. To the mischief I pi you!" "Glory to you, my gallant fellow!" muttered the old strang "The old blood is in him. Thank God, he's got a good ho1 under him!" "They'll kill him, sir; oh, they'll kill him!" muttered t young girl. "God help me this night, for I love him dearli "Put that out of your head, then," returned the old strang "Fly, Gerald, fly!" cried Fannie. "Oh, gracious me, they'll in a fierce voice, "for he'll never marry one of your ra kill you!" Ha! ha! He's gained the bank on them, and he's away up t "Off with that red jacket and fling it into the rive.r!" cried hill.' Now he'll show them his heels in earnest. Go hor the old stranger. "Put my coat on you. And never let me miss-go home, and never think of that young lad again." see you wear a red jacket again. Only you gave the scoundrel "Oh, don't say that, sir," pleaded the faithful girl, as t a good beating I would never forgive you for wearing it." tears sprang to her eyes. I'll never forget poor Gerald. E "Who are you, sir?" demanded Gerald, as he stared atthe don't be too sure of his escaping, sir; for father is riding t old stranger's stern face, while he proceeded to slip on the coat. swiftest horse in the country." "I'm a friend of yours," was the. reply, "and I hate your "Then let him!" hissed the old man. "If he comes enemies. We have no time for palaver now, for you must be with the lad 'twill be his death, and that will ease me so: off. You can ridti, of course?" trouble. Go home, miss-go home." "Of course, sir." As the old man uttered these words he dashed away throu "Come here. then, and mount this horse. Do you know the the grove, leaving the weeping girl to ponder over his strai; road to Kinsale?" conduct. "To be sure I do, sir," replied Gerald, as he looked at the Away up the hill. through the orchard and out on the cas powerful black horse, which the old stranger led out from road dashed Gerald on the black horse, and after him rusb behind the bushes. the dragoons, with their colonel far in advance. "Hear q1em-hear them!" cried the old stranger, as the ''I'll take the fields for it," muttered the young fugiti> bugle blast rang out from the barracks, "They are mount"the black hors\) jumps well. The colonel rides Fireaw: ing for pursuit. Can you gain the bridge ahead of them?" I and I'm afraid he'll soon be up with me. 'Tis a pity I "I can swim the river, sir," replied Gerald, as he sprang on my sword, or even a loaded pistol." the black horse and pointed to tl)e rushing stream. Wheeling to the left the young man forced the power "Take this purse, then, and away to Kinsale. Hire a fish-. black over a high ditch and then urged him across the fit ing smack there and get over to France. Make your way to toward the south. America, and I will meet you in New York to look for your "Nine miles to r{insale," muttered Gerald, as he look mother." back and saw that the colonel was far in advance of his ml "In God's name, who are you, sir?" demanded Gerald. "I can beat the others and I must manage to floor the colm "No matter to you, I say. Away with you. I'll meet you in if he is Fannie's father; for 'tis all up with me if I a:m caw New York." now. On-on, good horse. I wo,nder who that old gent "Fly, Gerald, fly!" cried Fannie, as she seized the young be at all?" soldier's hand. "They're coming down the lane now. MerciI And on-on it was for four miles, over hedges and ditch ful heave1ts, if father catches you he'll murder you before my through meadows and plowed fields; and on after him rush eyes!" the vengeful father on his thoroughbred charger, Fireaw: "Farewell, Fannie!" cried the young man. "You'll come to while the dragoons were left far and away behind. me, won't you?" "He's gaining on rne!" muttered Gerald, between his clenc 'I will, Gerald, I will! Oh, God, here they come!" ed teeth. "Soon 'twill be him and me for it, and he's sure "And I'm away. Farewell, sir, and God bless you, whoever have his pistols. My horse is giving out." you are! And the fearful pace was telling on the black, noble anin Then the daring young fellow struck the spirited horse with though it was. a whip which he had taken from the old stranger, and forced At every stride Fireaway was drawing nearer and near1 him into the rushing river. when Gerald looked back again he could see that the colo1 "Into the bushes, young lady!" said the old stranger, as he held the bridle in his mouth while he grasped a pistol seized Fannie's hand and drew her away. "The bloo 'dhounds each hand. are coming now!" "He's bound to murder me!" muttered the lad as he graSI At that moment a dozen mounted dragoons dashed along the the empty pistol with which he had knocked out the so riverside, and at their head rode a tall man, raising his sword eye. "By thunder! but 1'11 have one crack at him, anyho>1 "Colonel Costello!" hissed the okl stranger. "God's wrath Then suddenly wheeling his horse around, and ere 1 be on him!" colonel could take aim. Gerald hurled the pistol at the ma "My father-my father, sir!" gasped the young girl. "Oh, head. God, he sees Gerald!" I A cry of rage and pain burst from Colonel Costello as "There goes the scoundrel!" cried the colonel, as he pointed j fell from his horse, and the next moment Gerald was bendi to the horseman in the river. "In after him, men, and take over him and dragging the pistols from his grasp.

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRI'l'. i "I'll kill you now, Colonel Costello! said the young des perado, as he aimed a weapon at the head of the prostrate man. "Mercy-mercy!" gasped the colonel. "Don't murder me and I'll let you off. "The devil thank you," said Gerald. "Ha! ha! but this is a grand triumph! Father and son floored in one night. Say your prayers now, sir, for I'm going to blow your brains out! "Mercy-mercy! Gerald O'Grady, don't kill me and I'll make amends for all. Dont murder me, for my daughter's sake!" "That saves you!" said Gerald, as he placecj the weapons in his pocket and then drew the officer's sword from 'the scabbard. "That saves you-you tyrant-but it won't save your sword." As the young soldier uttered these words he broke the sword on his knee and flung the pieces in the ditch near by. "Now," he continued, as he sprang on the officer's thoroughbred, "'I'm going to borrow l<'ireaway. Remember, Colonel Costello, that I spared sour life for your daughter's sake, and I'll marry her yet in spite of you!" CHAPTER III. THE PLEADING GffiL ('ND TIIE VENGEFUL FATHER. "Oh, spare him, father! For God's sake, spare him, I pray you! He's so young, and the punishment is so terrible-so dreadful!" "If I had my way it would be death. Look at your brotherdisfigured for life. Don't ever mention the scoundrel's name again, Fannie, or I'll disown you." "Oh, father-father! I must beg for him. Oscar provoked him to it. I don't care if you kill me--1 don't want to live if poor Gerald is lashed and branded to-day. 'Tis worse than death!" "Leave me, you foolish girl!" cried the colonel, "for I hear the .jlrum calling the troops out. Save him, indeed! If one word from me would spare him one lash I'd cut my tongue out before I'd utter it. I will never rest until I see the scoundrel dead before me! Dead-dead!" And the vengeful man flung his daughter aside as he seized "Curse you!" muttered the baffled man, as he sprang to his his hat and dashed out of the room. feet. "Ha! ha! now I've got you-you infernal villain! There Three days had passed away since the night of Gerald's are the troops." capture, and the young soldier had been tried by court" Confound the luck!" said Gerald, as he saw that he was martial. surrounded on all sides. "They must have taken a short cut Colonel Costello presided at the trial and his son was the on me.'' principal witness against Gerald. Gerald was right. The young officer swore that Gerald assaulted him in the The dragoons felt assured that he was making for the seagrove, and knocking him down with a stone proceeded to rob coast, and they took the old road across the country in him. order to head him off. "I managed to draw my pistol," continued the perjured From the neighboring hill they had witnessed the struggle j scoundrel, was in the act of taki.ng the wa:ch from between the colonel and the fugitive, and riding down they me, and shot him m the ear. Then he seized the p113tol and nad managed to surround Gerald while he was busy with his j struck me in the eye with the barrel. He would l:.ave mur-foe. '1 dered me if I had not managed to break away and run to "Rid h. d .d i d '" 11 d th 1 1 "T k the barracks. e 1m own-ri eh m own. ye e e co one a e A d th ffi thd th b d f h. him alive, that we may hang him! ,, i n e young o cer w1 rew e an age rom 1s eye in order to display the disfigured face. "Hang rue, if you do!" cried Gerald, as he forced Fireaway Gerald could offer no defense, save to assert that the officer full against the nearest dragoon. was the first aggressor. "Sh_oot the horse!" yelled the colonel. Half a dozen pistol shots rang out the next moment, and the noulJ thoroughbred staggered forward and fell, bringing his d!:!sperate young rider with him to the ground. "On him, men-on him!" sang out the enraged colonel as he sprang at his fallen foe. "Bind him as you would a calf, and drag him back to the barracks. Oh, the infernal scoundrel! but he'll suffer for this night's work!" Poor Gerald was half stunned by the fall, and before he could offer any resistance the dragoons had him securely He told the truth-but the truth did not avail him. Colonel Costello insisted that the prisoner deserved disgrace and death; that no punishment was too severe for him; and contended that he should suffer the lash for having assaulted an officer; that he should be branded for having deserted in the time of war, and that he should be shot for having committed highway robbery in taking Oscar's watch. The other members of the court did not fully agree with the vindictive colonel, and in consideration of the prisoner's youth he was sentenced to receive fifty lashes on the bare bound. back-to be publicly branded as a deserter and then sent to "Fireaway is ruined!" cried the angry colonel, as he stared a convict prison for a term of seven years, with a ball and at the noble animal. chain. "And your cur of a son has lost an eye!" cried the undaunted Gerald, as the dragoons dragged him away. "I'll have your life for it, you infernal hound! yelled the colonel as he sprang on Gerald and struck him in the face. "I'll have you lashed and branded and then shot like a dog as you are. "But you'll never make me cry for mercy as I made you and your cowardly son," retorted Gerald, as he glared fiercely on the colonel. A merciful sentence, indeed! Gerald ground his teeth when the sentence was announced; but the brave lad did not utter a word or make a single sign to show that he was terrified at the terrible ordeal through which he would have to pass. "I'd die before I'd let them lash and brand me," he said to the guard, as they led him back to the black hole; "but I'll live yet to serve out a worse dose to those who brought me to it." The dreadful moment ha1:1 arrived to administer the de"Back to the barracks with him!" yelled the infuriated man. grading punishment, and the soldiers are under arms in thf "Put him in the black hole and don't give him a morsel to barracks yard as the unfortunate prisoner is led out to the eat or drink. We'll court-martial him in the morning." triangle. "That won't put your son's eye in or mend the sword I Oscar Costello is there, his one eye still bandaged and the smashed on you," was Gerald's defiant cry. "I'm only sorry other glaring hate and vengeance on his fallen foe. now I didn't kill you both!" "Tie him up!" r&ared the colnel, as he pointed to the

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6 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. "and see you, all your might." sir, that you lay on the lash with Gerald. "I don't like this fellow's looks, but if it was Old Gerald O'Gr ady looked at the colonel for one moment, and then at his son, as he cried out: Ni c k himself come to help me I'd take,his offer." Gerald O'Grady, young as he was, was a keen observer; a nd there was something in the face of the friendly guard that told him to beware of treachery. "You have me in your power now, Colonel Costello, but remember what I say: If it was to be twenty years from now, And yet the man had supplied him with the file to sever I'll have my turn. For every cut that I receive now I'll give his chain and cut through liis prison bars; he had given him you and your son two for it. I'll make you both yell for intimation of the hour that he would be on duty on a certain mercy, cowards that you are. You'll never hear a cry from night, at a s:pot on the shore from whence Gerald could swim me!" out to one of the ships in the harbor; and the guard had "String him up and lay it on!" cried the enraged man. whispered into his ear that a boat would be on hand to assist "We'll soon h ear him cry for merc y. Get the brand ready and bim in the esc :t pe. let it be red-hot!" Gerald was "'as good as his word, The night had come and Gerald was prepared for action. All day long he had watched an American ship in the Though the lash cut into his young flesh at every stroke, not harbor, and he was hoping and praying that she would re-a word-not a groan-not even a sigh-escaped his lips; but main there until night set in. ah, the fearful vows that were registered in his heart! Down from the prison walls toward the rocky shore a When he was lowered the triangle he could scarcely Dtand; nor yet while the burning brand w a s sinking into his back, there to leavethe big "D" for e ver, he did not quail. "I never saw such courage-such pluck!" muttered one soldier to another. "God help the colonel and his son if he breaks out of prison-as he's sure to do." 'He'll keep his word," returned the other. "See-the colonel crouching figure stole, and the iron rings were still about his ankles. "There's the guard and there's the ship I'll make for!" muttered the desperate prisoner as he peered out in the darkness; "but I don't see any boat in the harbor. Boat or no boat, I'll strike for that ship to-night, with God's help-! And the brave lad pushed on toward the rocks that guarded is as pale as death now." t.he shore. "Youre done with me now, Colonel Costello!" cried the dauntless youth, as he was borne away; "but I'm not done "Now we'll soon see if Tobin stands to me," muttered with you and your son. Remember what I told you, for Gerald as he crept along toward the rocks, while the armed I've sworn to God to punish you both for this!" guard was pacing to and fro not twenty yards away. Ten minutes afterward Colonel Costello and his son were "I'll soon earn me five hundred pounds," muttered the guard, conversing in whispers in the room to which they had reae he held his gun re:J.dy for use and watched the fugitive. "I' ll pepper him when he strikes the rocks." tired a.fter dismissing the troops. "I tell you, Oscar, that he's a dangerous scoundrel, and that they won't keep him six months in prison." "Can't we manage to get him out of the way altogether, then, father?" "We must-we must! Our ljves are not safe, not to speak As the treacherous raseal uttered these words he raised his gun and covered the fugitive. "Who goes there?" he cried, in a loud voice. "I'm betrayed!" muttered the branded lad as he sprang on the rocks. "By heavens! I'll.have a swim for liberty, anyway." Bang! went the false guard's gun. of anything else if he escapes. I'll think of some way of The ball whistled by Gerald's head as he sprang on the getting rid of him, Oscar. By George, but have it, and I rocks, and at that moment he stumbled and fell. know the man to do it, too!" "Hurrah!" cried the guard as he drew his bayonet and "What is it, father?" inquired the young man, efl,gerly. sprang toward the prostrate lad, "he's down, and I might as "Never mind, now, till I work the plan out. I'll put the well make sure of him with this. 'Twas his life I bargained scoundrel out of the way, you may reply on it." for.,, One week after, the branded Irish lad was sent to the con vict station on Spike Island, Cork harbor, to serve out his Gerald heard these words as the guard rushed on him, sentence. and then he knew that the vile wretch was hired by his The determined fellow was not a week in prison before he enemies to destroy him. The desperate lad did not move hand or foot until the man commenced to work and plot for his liberty. To be sure, he was 'encumbered with a heavy ball and chain was over him with the gleaming bayonet ready to strike. that he was compelled to drag around with him. "Faith, but he's done for already!" muttered the traitor, as Certain it was that the prison walls were str(\)lg, and that he stared at the pale face before him, "and there's no use in armed guards patrolled the shores of the island by night and giving him this; but to be sure of .it." by day, ready, on the slightest alarm, to shoot down a prisoner who attempted to escape by the water. But Gerald did not for a moment give up the hope of liberty, and lie never ceased to think of the bitter enemies against whom he had sworn a fearful vengeance. Now and then he would think of the faithful Fannie, of his mother, and of that mysterious old gentleman who had assisted him on the night of the fight. Three months passed away, and hope grew stronger and stronger in the young lad's breast. The lad found a friend among the guards, and this friend The man bent down to lay his hand on his victim's heart, and then the young tiger, seeing his opportunity, sprang at the wretch's throat, as he hissed into his ear: "You thought to kill me, did you-you villain of the world. There's your reward!" As the young fellow uttered these words he dragged bayonet from the astonished man and plunged it 'into breast. the his "G:od have mercy on my soul!" gasped tlie wretch as he fell on the rocks, "but I deserved it." Still holding the bloody weapon in his hand the desperate bad furnished him with a small .file to cut away the cumber-lad turned away from the fallen man and cast one glance out some ball and chain. This man was recently appointed to the convict station, and when he was about a month on the island he intimated to Gerald that he was sent there to assist him in escaping. 'Tis the old strang.er who is trying to aid me," thought on the dark waters. He could hear the shouts of the other guards as they hast ened to the spot, attracted by the report of the gun. 'Tis death for me to stay here now," muttered Gerald. "I'll take to the water. I'll keep this bayonet, for they'll never

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. take me alive. May God assist me in reaching that ship beyond!" And the fearless lad plunged into the sea, while the shouts and cries of the gathering guards told him that he was perceived. CHAPTER IV. THE HUNTED LAD ENCOUNTERS OLD FOES. When Gerald O"Grady plunged from the rocks into the sea his eyes were fixed on the American vessel lying at anchor in the capacious harbor. The iron rings that fastened the ball and chains to his limbs were still 9n his anij:les, as he did not have time to sever them with the small file, but he struck out right bravely from the shore, muttering the while: "I paid that villain for his treachery, at all events, no matter what comes. Only to thin: that they should hire him to kill me. That shows how much they fear me; and well they might. If I can only manage to escape this night, by the God that's seeing us all, but they'll feel my vengeance, too!" As the determined lad uttered these words he grasped the bayonet with a firm grip. and struck out into the tide. And now the alarm rang out in dead" earnest from the island. Gerald could hear the shouts and cries of those who had found the treacherous guard. He could hear the bells ringing, the minute-gun booming, while over the water flashed the warning signals to the menof-war in the harbor, announcing that a prisoner had escaped. Another glance forward at the American vessel and GeraieI muttered: "The tide is bearing me out; I can never be able to reach her!" Then he glanced back at the island and that one look was enough to strike terror to the bravest heart at such a time. "They're putting out with the boats and lights," he muttered. "If they see me I have only to fight to the last for it, for I'll never be taken alive. I'll strike out for that big ship below." Gerald was a splendid swimmer, and he moved through the water at a rapid rate, without either making a great deal of commotion or exposing more than his head above the surface. He did not attempt to gain the opposite shore, for the reason that, as he was well aware, it would be impossible to reach the land while the tide was setting out with a strong current. )'!is only hope of salvation was to strike one of the A111erican 'lessels lying at Queenstown, and then to either slip on board and hide until they were out at sea or throw himself on the mercy of the officers and crew. Gerald O'Grady had great faith in the generosity of the American seamen, and feeling that he had committed no crime that would debar him from the sympathy of honest men, he had strong hopes that the strangers would strain a point in saving an unfortunate lad from life-long imprisonment or death. The struggling lad had proceeded more than a mile from the convict island, when he saw a large vessel at anchor, some distance ahead, while on looking back again he could perceive a boat pushing after him at a rapid pace. "God send this is a Yankee ship!" he muttered, as he endeavored to distinguish the colors flying at the vessel's stern. uu it isn't, I'm gone, for that boat is after me without a doubt." ,, The boat was making for the ship, but, thanks to the darkness, its occupants had not yet noticed the fugitive in the water. Pushing on for dear life, Gerald managed to reach the ship and seize the anchor chain, just as the boat swept up alongside. "What ship is that?" demanded the officer in charge of the boat. "Her .Majesty's transport, Shannon, with troops for the Crimea," was the reply from the snip. "What alarm is that from Spike Island?" "A noted convict has escaped, after stabbing one of the guards. It is thought that he will make for one of the vessels in the harbor. Please to keep a sharp lookout for him, cap tain." "What was the convict's name?" demanded a loud, stern voice from the ship. 1 Gerald heard that voice while clinging to the anchor chain, and his heart beat the faster, while he grasped the bayonet, as he muttered: "By the God above us, 'tis Colonel Costello. Ha! you vil lain, if I could only get near enough to sink this into your heart." "Gerald O'Grady replied the officer in the boat. "He a deserter from the army, and a convicted thief. He is a desperate young villain! "I know the rascal," said Colonel Costello, as he gnashed his teeth with rage, "and he must not escape. He nearly murdered my son before he deserted from the regiment. What was the name of the guard he stabbed, officer?" "Tobin, sir. A new man. He was not quite dead when we put off, but he can't live till morning." "Death and furies!" roared Colonel Costello, "the fiend must not escape. Oscar, order up a file of men! Captain Mitchel, I beg that you will place a boat at our disposal. This infernal wretch has sworn to kill me, and I must hunt him down. We will search every vessel in the harbor for the scoundrel! "Certainly, colonel," responded the captain of the transport. "All the boats are at your service." "A way, officer! cried the enraged colonel to the man in charge of the island boat. "Look to foreign vessels in the harbor. The wretch won't venture near one of ours. A hundred pounds to you from me if you take the rascal, dead or alive." "We will do our best, sir," responded the officer. "The fel low can't escape. Give way, men, to that Yankee ship up the harbor." / "Aha!" muttered Gerald, "the villain and his son are going out after me in a qoat. So they're going off to the war at last; and they waited to make sure I was dead before they went. If I only had a revolver now I'd bang it at them as they get into the boat. I wonder if Fannie is going out with' them?" At that moment a well-known voice on the ship answered this question. "Oh, father-Oscar!" was the plaintive appeal, "you have punished the poor fellow enough already. Have some mercy on him!" "The scoundrel must die, girl!" cried Colonel Costello. "Go below, I say! This is no place for you. Go down to your stateroom!" And Colonel Costello hasteneddown the rope ladder to the boat, followed by his son and the soldiers. "God bless you, my darling Fannie!" muttered the hunted lad. "I'd give my right hand to see you and speak to you this minute. God's curses on your father and brother! and I'm going to risk my life to finish them this night." And the desperate young fellow proceeded to put into execution a plan he had suddenly conceived for the destruction of his enemies. Colonel Costello and his son were seated in the stern of the boat as it moved on through the harbor toward the American vessel.

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8 GERALD O"GRADY'S GRI T "Oscar," said the father, "if this young scoundrel escapes to-night he will attempt to assassinate us. I can never forget his look of hatred that day when he was flogged. If we catch him to-night. we must kill him." "He'll get no mercy from me, father. And to that he has escaped from Tobin, after--" "Hush, Oscar! As it stands now I hope he. has killed that fellow. Oh, he's a daring young scoundrel, to escape while that man watched him. You heard the shot from the island. Tobin must have fired on him as he promised." "That I did, Colonel Costello!" moaned a low, ghostly voice from the water. "And I charge ye to give the five hundred pounds to me poor widder and childer." .'Great heavens, Oscar!" gasped the colonel, as he seized his son by the arm. "Did you hear that?" blood from his mouth. "My son-my son! He's murdered by a fiend!" "Father-father, save me!" yelled Oscar Costello, as he struggled in the water. "I'm stabbed in the side! Oh; God! I can't hold up." A wild, unearthly cry burst from the water the boat, and then a ghostly voice rang out: "Colonel Costello, remember Gerald O'Gradys oath, for the brand is burning still! You hired a murderer to kill him this night, and your tool is lying low on Spike Island. Hear your son's cries for mercy now. Soldiers, sailors, Colonel Costello and his son are vile murderers. Go to sea with them and you'll perish in the ocean!" "Villain-liar!" cried Colonel Costello, as he drew his pistol and stared over the side of the boat, "I know you now. Back, Oscar Costello trembled in every limb as he gasped forth men, and save my son. The escaped convict is under the boat the reply: and he has attempted to murder us. Back-back! My son "l'is Tobin's ghost, father. Promise him to give the must not perish!" money. He must be dead now." "Dead and lost!" moaned the low voice from under the stern of the boat, "and all because I tried to do your dirty work and murder that poor lad. Why did ye timpt me, ye villain? What good is all the money ye promised me now? But give "Down-down you'll go, men, if you stir back an inch to save him!" yelled the dauntless, desperate Gerald from under the boat. "Save me, father-save me!" yelled the wounded man in the water. it to the widder and childer or I'll haunt ye forever!" The surprised and superstitious sailors were dumfounded, "We will-we will!" gasped Colonel Costello as he bent over and did not know what to do, while some of the soldiers, who the stern of the boat. "For God's sake, if you are Tobin's were Gerald's old comrades, recognized his voice. and realized ghost, don't speak so loud and I'll double the ;:tmount." that the desperate lad had made a determined attempt to "Swear to it!" returned the ghostly voice. "Swear that be revenged on his persistenet and cruel tormentors. ye'll give me widder a thousand pounds for my trying to kill J The soldiers in the boat knew that it was the branded lad, Gerald O'Grady, or I'll sink the boat this minnit, as sure as who had succeeded in breaking away from his jailers on the I'm burning in the pit below! Swear it on the bayonet he island; and they readily surmised why it was that the colonel struck me with, or I'll send ye all down where I am this and his son were so anxious to effect his capture. minnit!" The soldiers' sympathies were with their old comrade, for At that moment the bright steel was raised above the water they felt that he had been cruelly wronged and brutally punand father and son grew pale with fear as they saw the white I ished; and they made no effort to discover his whereabouts hand that held it. -or to arrest him. "Kiss the bloody weapon," continued the low, solemn voice, The sailors in the boat could not comprehend th-e strange "and swear that ye'll give the money to those that's left scene no more than they could surmise where the mysterious behind! Swear it, the pair of ye, or I'll sink the weapon into voice came from; and their superstitious fears were aroused yer false hearts!" by the ominous words that arose from the water. "Oh, this is terrible, Oscar!" gasped the father, as the per-The agonized father saw that his son would sink very soon; spiration rolled off his haggard face, while he stared at the and though bleeding fearfully his were soon fully gleaming weapon in the white hand. "I cannot kiss that aroused. bayonet. Pointing his revolver at the sailor near,him he called out "Let us put baclr to the ship, father!" gasped the terrified in a fierce voice: young man. "Pull back and save my son, or by the God above us I will "What's wrong, colonel?" inquired one of the sailors, work-send a bullet through your head! Soldiers, I command you ing the boat, who had overheard the son's suggestion to put to watch the side of the boat and shoot the scoundrel the back to the ship. moment you see him." "I'll sink the boat afore two minnits," said the ghost, "if At this fierce command the sailors plied their oars and forced ye don't do my bidding. Bend down, the pair of ye, and swear the boat back to where the wounded man was struggling in on the bayonet!" the water. "There's nothing wrong, sailor," faltered Oscar, "only my The soldiers dragged their wom;ided officer on board the boat, father does not feel very well. Bend down an!:\ appease the and he fell senseless in the stern, while the father raved forth: ghost, father." "My son is dead! Look for the murderer! Five hundred pounds to the man that kills him! Oscar! Oscar! are you The last sentence was uttered in a very low voice. "Yes-yes, Oscar!" faltered the father bent down living, my son?" over the stern. "Kiss it with me." Father and son bent down their heads over the stern to kiss the weapon, while the ghostly voice answered: "Make haste, for the cock will soon crow and I must be back to the fiery pit. Oh, curses on ye that timpted me to betray that brave lad. Treacherous hound, take that!" Colonel Costello uttered a cry of agony as he sprang up in the boat with the blood flowing from a wound in his mouth. And the frantic man, with the blood flowing from the deep gash in his mouth, fell beside his son. "Back to the vessel!" cried the sergeant in command of the man. "Back at once or they'll both be dead on our hands. Gerald O'Grady, wherever you are you have paid them back dearly to-night." And Gerald O'Grady, still retaining the bayonet in his hand, was at that moment swimming silently towa:rd the American At the same moment his son was seized by the throat and vessel which he had been watching all day. dragged over the stern o'f the boat, while a vigorous arm plunged the weapon into his side. "Mi.irder-treachery!" spluttered the colonel as he spat the The tide was now running in and the boat was not half a mile from the American vessel when Gerald so boldly assaulted his enemies.

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. 9 The transport sailed for Crimea next morning, but Colonel Coste llo and his son did "not accompany their regiment for they were invalids at the military hospital in the city of Cork. moment he wheeled around, put his. hand in his pocket and offered a silver dollar to the new recruit, saying: "Maybe ye're not troubled with lashings of money. Take that and welcome." Gerald C 'Jrady was not captured, although the authorities "I've got enough, thank you, sergeant," replied the lad, re-searched e v e r y vessel leaving the harbor, while the police on fusing the money. shore for him in tow n and city and country. "Sure ye can pay m e again," persisted the generous soldier. Thee days a fter, Colonel Costello received through mail the "Tut, tut, man; take it, and don' t be so proud." foliowi n g lette r : "I may never meet you again, s ergeant." "And if ye 1don't, what odds? Take it, and get some sup"COLONEL COS TELLO-When this reaches you I will be on per and a lodging. 'Tis many a good man's case to be short, my way to America. I will return again, with the brand on now and then." ni:;t back and vengeance in my heart. Remember my oath, "God bless you, sergeant!" muttered the destitute lad as he for so surely as I brave d you in the harbor the other night, so accepted the money. "Won't you give m e your name?" certain will you and your son yet fe e l the brand and the lash. "Burke-Sergeant Burke me lad. The re, now, be off with "GERALD O'GRA.DY." you. Bedad, but I s ee ye have the good stuff in ye!" "Good night, sergeant!" said the Irish lad. ''I'll never forget When the enraged man flung this note on the floor his your face or your name. daughter Fannie picked it up and read it. And Gerald O 'Grady turned away to hide the tears that The faithful girl was happy to learn that her lover had welled up into his e ye s while the impulsive sergeant proescaped, but she sighed to think tl:;lat was her father's ceeded to the barge office. deadly enemy. "Look at me now, crying a child!" muttered the branded CHAPTER V. GERALD WANTS TO JOIN UNCLE SA:lli'S ARMY. Four months have passed away and the scene shifts to another land. It was a cold evening in early spring, more than twenty years ago, whe n a young lad stood at the Battery and g a zed out at the waters of the bay. His clothes were tattered and torn; old felt hat that Irish lad, "when all that the hounds on the other side could do didn't bring a tear from me. Heigh-ho! so I'm compelled to enter the American army. Well, well, 'twill be only a few years, and the n I'll hav;e money to go back and fight the scoundrels that wronge d me. "You will never enter the American army, Gerald O'Grady," said a harsh voi .ce b ehind him, "f9r you are my prisoner!" Quick as a flash the Irish lad turned to face the speaker. Standing before him, wit)l a revolver in one hand and a pair of handc uffs in the othe r was a stout man, whose face was covered with bushy red whiskers, and whose villainous eyes peered out from under ey ebrows of the same color. The man held the revolver pointed full at Gerald's head, and there was a malignant gleam in his eyes as he continued: covered his head was minus 'the brim at the back, and his "I've been looking for ye this month past, me young buck. toes were peeping out of the miserable shoes that were fast-Don't ye know me?" ened to his feet by coarse strings. 'Tis Tobin, as I live!" gasped Gerald as h o stared at the "God be with old Ireland!" muttered the lad, "for all I treacherous man he had wounded on Spike Island. suffered my own share there. Oh, will I ever be able to go "A._Ye, Tobin!" returned the man, with a malicious grin. "Ye back again to meet the scoundrels that wronged me so sorely? thought ye finished me that night when ye played me ghost. Will I ever see my darling Fannie again? Ah, here comes the Don't attempt any of yer didoes, now, or I'll blow yer brains ma n I want to see most, now. I must try my fortune with out!,, him." At that moment a man in the United States uniform was hurrying down the path toward the boat landing. "I ask your pardon, sergeant," said the Irish lad,. "but would you be pleased to tell me if you want any more soldiers, and how a poor fellow might join?" "Aha! you want to 'list?" replied the stalwart soldier as he cast a critical eye on the aspirant. "Want to go sojering, eh? Well, faith, I think ye're a likely lad for the work." "I do want to 'list, sergeant; and I'd bless you if you put me in the way of doing it." "Bedad, but that's aisy enough. Meet me here in the morning at nine and I'll soon fix ye. What's yer name, and where do you come from?" The Irish lad hesitated a moment before replying to this question. "My name is-is-Mike Brady.," was the stammering reply, "and I come from Ireland." "Tut-tut, man!" cried the sergeant, "don't be trylng to humbug me. 'rhat's not yer name. What are ye ashamed or afraid of? I can see at once be yer cut that ye're a deserter from the English army. What's that to me, who give them leg-bail meself. If that's all the harm ye did ye can bold up yer bead like a man. I'll meet ye here in the morning." Then the sergeant moved toward the landing and the next "I surrender," said Gerald, in a sad voice. "I'd just as leave go back to the island, for I'm sick and tired of wandering here. mind the ha:qdcuffs, for I'll go quietly withtake that, you treacherous hound-and that!" And Gerald, with a lightning-like movement, dashed the pistol aside and then struck the man in the face with all his might. The strong man went down under the blow, and before he could offer resistance Gerald had dragged. the revolver from his grasp, striking him in the face with the weapon at the same time. "Now, you infernal scoundrel! cried the lad, as be looked around on the deserted walks, "I've a good mind to kill you at once. Ha! ha! you thought to take me prisoner, did you? One would suppose you got enough that night on the island. One word out of you and you're a dead man!" And G erald held the revolver to the baffled man's head, while he tore the handcuffs from his grasp. "Murder m e if ye like, Gerald O'Grady," gasped Tobin as he glared up at his foe "but I won't cry for mercy. I could have killed ye a moment ago, and no one would blame me for it, only I hadn' t the heart to fire at ye." "Lying hound!" cried Gerald, "didn't you fire on me that night on Spike Island? Oh, God bow do I keep my fingers still when I think of your treachery, and you engaged to help me?

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. Tell me, you scoundrel-isn't Colonel Costello hounding you on me now?" "Ye can swear to that," replied Tobin. "They're bent on having your life!" "Then you deser!e death for helping them, you dirty dog! cried Gerald. "And yet. I cannot take your life in cold blood, bad as you are. I'll spare'you this time, but if you ever cross me again I'll kill you as I would a serpept, you mean hound!" And Gerald struck the fallen man across the face with his open hand. / "Curse ye for that blow, Gerald O'Grady!" hissed the man. "I'll never fo rgive ye! "I.don't w ant your forgiveness, Tobin; but I do want you, if you don't want your blood on my hapds to-night, to let me go in peace. Offe r to follow me-raise a cry against me and you are a dead man; beware, you scoundrel, for I'm in deadly ernest." And Gerald l eft the baffled and enraged man lying on the ground as he walked swiftly away from the spot. The hunted lad hurried out of the Battery and into West Street, without paying any attention to the tall, grayhaired 11'.lan who was following him. mine would triumph over us. Believe me, I tell you the truth." "What will I call you, then, sir?" inquired Gerald, who was attracted to the mysterious old stranger. "Call me Collier-Maurice Collier. When we have conquered your enemies, when we crush them to the earth and you are restored to your rights, then you will know my right name, Gerald O'Grady." "How will we do it, sir?" "Your mother is alive yet, Gerald, and we must find her. Colonel Costello, witli his son and daughter, are here in New York now, and they have set that rascal, Tobin, on you. We must turn on them and give them a terrible punishment." "I am with you sir, heart and soul," said Gerald, as he pressed the old man's hand. "There's something whispei::ing to me that you are true. I'll trust you." "There's only one thing that makes me fear for you, Gerald." "What is that, sir?". "You think too much of the young girl, and I'm afraid that you will forget your vengeance for her sake, my lad.,,. A bitter smile passed over Gerald's face, as he replied: "Can I ever forget the disgraceful lash and .the burning brand sir? Can I drive from my mind the cruel jeers and It was growing quite dusk as Gerald walke d along, while taunts they flung at me when theycouldn't force a tear from he gave vent to his feelings as follows : "So, they're after me again. 1They've sent that villain out here to drag mfl back. I'm afraid I'll have to kill him, and I don't want any blood on my hands but theirs. Oh, if they were only here!" "They ar; here, Gerald O'Grady!" said a voice at his side. "And wlio are you?" demanded the hunted lad as he drew Tobin's weapon and turned to face the speak. er. In the dim light Gerald saw the figure of the tall, grayhaired man who had befriended him on the night of the on the banks of the Irish river. "As I told you before, as I tell you again, Gerald O'Grady," was the old stranger's earnest reply, "I am your true friend." "Friend!" sneered the lad. "I have no friend in this wide me?" "My poor fellow, how you must have suffered from But we will work together for vengeance, Gerald!" "Aye, if you were the Old Bo'y himself. them. "I am your friend, Gerald, whatever crimes may be laid at my door. Now, for some supper and a change of clothes." "I want them both badly," laughed Gerald. "And I can pay back Sergeant Burke in the morning. I must get up a disguise, sir." "I'll fix you so that your own mother won't know you. No-not even the girl that loves you, as you will see." "Faith, but 'twould be a good joke to try it," laughed the buoyant l ad. "And by St. Patrick, but you make me feel like world. If you were my friend, why didn' t you come near me a new man already." in all my trouble?" "As God is my judge this night," was the old man's earnest answer, "I had to fly for my own life that night, as the bloodhounds in Ireland were on my track, hard and fast. 'Twas only when I got out here to this country that I hea:rd of your trouble. Oh, God knows that I would wade thrqugh blood and fire to save you from your enemies, la!,l!" "That's all very fine talk," S!J.id the Gerald, impatiently. "Hear me out, foolish lad," said the old man, in his earnest. way. "I told you that night on the banks of the Bandon that I was your friend; and that I would help you to crush your enemies, and your mother's enemies. I was making arrangements to go back to Ireland, though my life was at stake, to aid you in getting clear from Spike Island, when I heard of your daring escape, my lad." "Who are you, at all?" demanded the lad as he stared at the mysterious old stranger. "Who and what I am is of no consequence to you so long as I prove that I am able and willing to help you to. right yourself and punish those who wronged you. Put that weapon in your pocket and then with me, -Gerald. "I won't budge a step with till you tell me who you are. How can I trust any one after the treachery I met with?" "Gerald O'Grady,''" said the old man as he pressed the lad's hand and looked earnestly into his bright eyes while he spoke, "your father was my best friend. We were transported together for taking part in the rebellion in Ireland. I am an outlaw, with a price set on my head. Don't ask me my name, for if it was ever whispered in New York your enemies and CHAPTER VI. THE CONSPIRATORS IN COUNCIL. "Tobin, you're a smart coward. To think that the fellow, should escape from you, and he unarmed, while you had your revolver. Why didn't you shoot him as you would a dog?" "I couldn't, sir. I thought I had him sure, when he turned on me like winking, and--" "Gave you a pair of black eyes, took away your pistol and handcuffs, and almost frightened the life out of you," interrupted Colonel Costello, in a fearful rage. "Oh, you're a pretty fellow to cope with this young de13perado-you are!" "Come-come, father," interposed Oscar Costello, "you must not be too severe with Tobin. You must remember what this ypung devil did to ourselves. And you say he looks like a beggar, Tobin, and that he is going to enlist in the American army?" "He's to meet the se.rgeant to-morrow morning down there, Master Oscar; and I think we'll be able to pin him there for sure, or kill him." "We must kill him!" said Colonel Costello, in a voice that was hoarse with passion. "If the young fiend finds his mother we are lost, beggared, ruined, disgraced forever." And the excited man sprang to his feet and walked the floor with hasty strides. The three conspirators were conversing in a private room

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. 11 at a fashionabl6 boarding house on Bleecker Street, in the city of New York, two h9urs after Tobin had : :ountered Gerald O 'Grady at the Battery. When Colonel Costello and his son rec9vered from the severe wounds inflicted by thedesperate lad in the encounter in the harbor, Sebastopol had been captured and peace was declared between Russia and the allied forces. "Some villain has been listening at my door, Mr. Collier," returned the excited man. "Did you meet any one in the lower hall'! "Not a soul, colonel. By the way, I 'Viant to tell you that my nephew has arrived from Ireland. Will have the pleasure of presenting him to you all to-morrow evening. He's stopping with some friends in Brooklyn to-night. You do look Burning with vengeance, and fully determined to crush the annoyed, colonel." brave lad who had defied them, father and son retired from "Come in, father," whispered Oscar. "Good night Mr. Col-the army and then set out for America in search of their lier. Excuse father. He' s a little annoyed." enemy. "Aye, faith," muttered the old stran g e r, as a grim smile "Disgraced-ruined, father!" repeated Oscar Costello, as he passed over his face while he sought his own room, 'tis me'll watched the agitated man. "I'm sure, sir, I never thought it annoy you, and trouble you, and crush you before long, you was as bad as that." "It is, Oscar!" hissed the colonel. "If this young viper finds his mother before we succeed in forcing her to give up the papers and to swear that she was never married to his father, you and Fannie will be beggared and I will be disgraced forever." A fiendish smile passed over Tobin's face as he listened to this avowal. "There's a way of forcing her, sir," he remarked, in a quiet way, "if ye'd be only said be me." "Forcing her!" said Colonel Costello. "Haven't we tried everything but killing her outright to make her do as I want? we've starved her. threatened her, kept her in a dark hole scoundrels! The old stranger was a regular boarder in that house, and he was on intimate terms with Colonel Costello and his children. And 'tis little the conspirators thought that the mildmannered old gent was their bold, relentless enemy. CHAPTER VII. SERGEANT BURKE ENCOUNTERS AN OLD TYRANT. for over a year, and she won't surrender. Curse the woman! Sergeant Burke was on hand at the Battery on the follow Curse her son! There's no way but by killing the pair of ing morning at nine o'clock, and he waited impatiently for them!" "I'll never consent to that, father," said Oscar. "I want to see Gerald crushed, but, by George! I can't consent to the killing of that poor woman." "There's no occasion to kill her if ye take my advice," said Tobin. "I'm sure I've hit on a plan for makng her do as ye want, and at the same time giving the young fellow what he deserves. "What is it, Tobin?" inquired Colonel Costello. "Your fortune is made if you show us a way to make that woman do as we require; but, by heavens, her son must die at all hazards!" "To-morrow morning, sir," commenced Tobin, "he'll be down there again to meet the soldier. We must be there to grab him and whip him off, or kill him if he shows fight, for we have the law on our side; but I wouldn t advise killing hi::n just yet." "What will we do with him, then?" inquired the young man. "Take him out to where we've got the mother in hidipg, and let him see her. Then kill him before her eyes if she don't do what ye want." .. By George! Tobin, you're a cunning dog!" said Oscar. 'And it can be worked. What do you think of it, father?" "I'm afraid to let the young scoundrel know where his mother is," replied the colonel. "Remember that her brother has escaped from Australia, and he may be out here in America now. I fear him more than I do this young fiend, for he is a daring, bold ruffian. Why, you know he was in Ireland at the very time that the young dog was punished, and the were on his track. If he should meet Gerald O'Grady--" some time, cursing the new recruit for not appearing at the hour appointed. It was a cold, raw morning, and the stalwart soldier strode UlJ and P,atch, watching the few visitors who ventured to face the cutting wind that swept up from the bay, while he kept muttering: "The divil fire that blackguard for humbugging me in this way. I don't care so much for the dollar, but the lads will have the laugh on me whin I go back without me new recruit. Begor, but I'll never trust the likes of him again, for all he had an honest face, bad scran to the deceiving vil lain--" "Can I have a few words with you, sergeant?" The soldier turned around to encounter a tall, soldierly looking man of advanced years, who had approached him. "A dozen if you like, sir," replied the sergeant, as he bent his keen eyes on the stranger. "You are waiting here for a fellow who promised to enlist, are you not?" "Faith, but I am, sir. And 'tis cursing him I was for humbugging me, replied Sergeant Burke. "But might I be so bold as to be asking ye what concern is that of yours, sir?" And the keen-eyed soldier bent another penetrating glance at the stranger. 'The scoundrel you're looking for is branded a deserter, a convicted felon, a ruffian who deserves death, for he attempted to murder three men in I am engaged in hunting him down. If you will assist us, sergeant, I'll give you a hundred dollars." The sergeant looked 'the tempter full in the face as he "He has met him, villains! rang out a stern voice outside inquired: the door. "And what may be your name, sir?" "Great God! Who is that?" cried Colonel Costello as he "I am Colonel Costello, late in her majesty's service, and this sp?ang toward the door. "Some scoundrel is outslde here. young wretch is known as Gerald O'Grady." Quick, Tobin-Oscar-your pistols!" Colonel Costello waited at the door until his son handed him a revolver, and then he sprang out into the hall, followed by the others. "Good evening, colonel!" cried an old gentleman who was ascending the stairs from the lower hall. "Why, what is the matter? Been attacked by burglars?" "And you want me to hunt him down, do ye? You want me to play the informer and spy on a peor divil who's hiding for his life, Colonel Costello, ye black-hearted ould villain!" "What do you mean, you scoundrel?" cried the insulted man as he sprang back and raised his walking-stick to strike the indignant soldier. "What do I mane, is it? I called ye a black-hearted ould

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. villain, and I didn't call ye out of yer name. Be the Howly Power, if ye offer to touch me with that stick I'll murder ye! Ha! ha! 'tisn't in the Cork barracks ye are now, ye ould tyrant, ye dirty upstart! Aha! 'tis many a long day I to face y e and to tell ye what every honest man in the regiment thought of ye!" "You impudent scoundrel!" cried the enraged colonel. "How dare you insult me? I'll flog you where you stand, you cur! Take that!" The angry man aimed a blow at the sergeant; but before the stick d e scended the active fellow caught it with his right hand and wrenched it from his assailant's grasp, while at the same moment he let fly with his left and sent the colonel to the ground. "That's how I serve ye in a free land, ye ould tyrant!" cried Ned Burke, as he broke the stick on his knee, and flung the pieces into the water; "and if it wasn't that I U.espise to bate one like ye, I"d kick ye through the :Battery like I would a football. Oh, but--" "Scoundrel! yelled Oscar Costello as he rushed down the path to his father's assistance, followed by the burly Tobin. "How dare you strike my father? Let's fling him into the water. Tobin." "Ye will-will ye?" Ned Burke as he squared off for his new assailants. '"Begor, but I'm glad to face a son of the ould tyrant; and I'm able to bate the whole of ye! Take that, me young buck! Now, ye foxy thief, I'll tend to ye!" As the soldier uttered these words he dealt Oscar Costello a stinging blow on the nose that sent him to the ground, and then he turned on Tobin. "Pound the life out of the scouudrel,' Tobin!" cried Colonel Costello, as he sprang to his feet and made for the sergeant. "Sound advice, sir," said the young stranger as he drew a weapon fro;:;:i his breast-pc.:ket. "Two can play at that game. Ha! soldier, you're having it hot and heavy, I see. Let them fight it out, sir, and I'll give you satisfaction after." Tobin and Ned Burke were fighting away like two scientific pugilists; but it wa:i evident that the stalwart soldier was more than a match for his red-haired antagonist. The father and son sprang to their feet and they stood glaring at the young stranger for a moment as if undecided whether to pounce on him again or await the. issue of the struggle between Tobin and Ned Burke. At that moment several boatmen came running along the path from the landing, and the foremost sang out, as he recognized the sergeant: "Want any help there, Sergeant Burke? What's all the row about?" \ "Help for what?'' cried the sergeant, as he dealt Tobin a powerful blow on the eyes that sent him to the ground. "Be heavens, Collins, 'tis only play to me to wallup a dozen like him. Get up and come at it again, ye foxy rogue!" "I won't fight any more," grumbled the beaten Tobin. "Come away, Oscar. Come away, Tobin!" cried Colonel Costello, as he saw the gathering crowd. "This is no place for us. Come away." 'Tis a good ducking ye all deserve!" yelled Sergeant Burke. "Boys, boys, there's one of the greatest tyrants that ever Jett ould Ireland, and that young cur is his son. out here now after a poor young fellow that escaped from their clutches, and they want to drag him back to murder him. What don't they deserve, I ask ye?" "Chuck them overboard!" yelled one of the boatmen. "Douse them-douse them!" cried another. "Don't spare him!" "Come away-.eome away!" cried Colonel Costello, as he re-Tobin was a stout, able man, and he knew hov. i.o handle treated before the angry boatmen. his fists. Oscar glared at the sergeant as he cried: When Sergeant Burke let fly at him he parried the blow "You contemptible hound, if you touch one of us again I'll like a veteran boxer and then he sent a staggerer in on the shoot you as I would a dog! soldier's face that sent him r eeling backward. "Hold on there, sergeant!" cried the boatman addressed as At that moment Colonel Costello struck Burke another blow Collins. "Here comes the police, and you'll only be getting on the side of the head, while Oscar, who had regained his into trouble. Let them go; and slip out there by West Street, feet, was also dashing in o n him with upraised hands. yourself, if you don't want to be locked up. Go away, sirs, I "Three to one!" yelled the as ,struck r.ight advise you. Hold back there, boys, and don't interfere." and left at his assailants. Heavens ahve. but I 11 t Colonel Costello and his son, with the beaten Tobin, scowled the whole of ye if ye face me like men, ye cowardly dogs. fiercely on Sergeant Burke as they turned and walked up Ha! ye foxy thief, take that! Take ye of the ould toward Bowling Green where a carriage was in waiting for boy! Ye treacherous ould scoundrel, 'tis like ye to strike from them. behind; but I'll not spare ye now!" And as the active fellow rattled away with his tongue he j Burke shook his clenched fist at his late assailants sprang from one to the other, dealing fierce blows and re-as he cued out: "That'd only a taste of what ye'll get, ye villains of the receiving those of his three assailants at the same time. "Three to one!" cried a manly voice. "By Jove! we never world, if I ever run across ye again! The curse of the cross stood that in Dublin. Here goes for a little manly exercise. he with ye wherever ye go. And where's the strapping lad that give me a hand?" Fair play-fair play!" And an active young man, with black whiskers and eye glasses, dressed in the height of fashion, took his stand beside Ned Burke and faced Oscar Costello. One blow straight from the shoulder, and Ned Burke had hut two assailants to deal with. "Glory to ye, me bold fellow!" cried .the excited soldier as he sprang on Tobin. "And now, me foxy thief, I'll polish ye off!" "By George, old gentleman!" cried the young stranger as the enraged colonel rushed on him, "you' ll have to measure the ground with your friend!" A stunning blow on the ear sent Colonel Costello to the &\'round beside his son. "'11et us shoot the father!" yelled Oscar, as he drew a revolver. The turned to look for the young stranger with the glasses and saw him sauntering up the path toward West Street. but I must ask him to take a trate, anyway, for he stood to me like a man. I wonder if that blackguard of a recruit will ever turn up. Faith. but 'tis a fine ruction I had about him, anyway. Only to .think that I should run across tbe ould tyrant of a colonel and his son." And the sergeant ran after the young stranger as fast as his legs could carry him. "Hould on there, me brave fellow,'' he said as he caught up with the young stranger. "D'ye suppose Ned Burke is gain to let ye off that .way?" "Ha! by Jove!" drawled the stranger. "No, no, Oscar, we must not get into trouble!" cried the very person I was looking for." father. "How is that, sir?" inquired the sergeant as he stared a

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. 13 lack-whiskered dandy who had befriended him so effectuou were-ah-looking for a recruit this morning, sergeant, lieve?" edad, I was, sir. But what's that got to do with you? must come and take a d r inlc with me, and 'tis my bless you'll have for standing to me as you did." ooh, sergeant, that was only a little exercise. By George! I enjoy that kind of thing. You .box pretty well, sergeant, e.'' retty well-is it?" laughed the sergeant. "Begor, but ee Sullivan-and ye heard of him, of course-says he'll e me fit to face any man in the country. But ye mentioned ew recruit. D'ye know what became of the lying black? And do ye know that them same divils is after him?" our new recruit is not a lying blackguard, sergeant," red the dandified stranger, "and he's a friend of mine, you know. I came here to take his place if you are willing cept me." et out of that with ye! cried the soldier. "Is it to make of me that ye're up to? Be heavens, for all ye give me a against them villains, I'd break every bone in yer body come any of yer didoes over me. Ye go for a soldier!" George! sergeant," drawled the young dandy, "you will provoke me into giving you a good thrashing." ve me a what? Be the powers of Moll Kelly, but I'll yer face this minnit!" u're not able, sergeant," said the young exquisite, in Im way. 'Tis a pity we're not in some quiet place, for I do need a little more exercise this morning. I would o give you a lesson, sergeant." hat's that ye say? Holy Moses, but ye must be out of ind to offer to be up and down with, ye Dublin Jackeen! I'd bate ye within an inch of yer life while ye'd be ng yerself!" we could only find some quiet place," responded the prog dandy, "and put on the hard gloves with me, 'pon me you would put me under a great obligation, for I have ad a row since I left Dublin. On the honor of an Irish man, sergeant, I will give you the prettiest pair of black ou ever saw in your life." se words were uttered in an easy, off-hand manner, and was not the least show of bravado about the young another term. Don't be making me wild, but come and take the beating." "Wait till we shake hands on the bargain, sergeant," said the young dandy, earnestly. "If you beat me with the fists or gloves I promise and sw ear t.o enlist in your company. If I should h::ippen to b eat you, you swear to f ollow me and do my bidding. Is it a bargain?" "Begor, but it is; and it's the queer est bargain I ever heard of. There's me hand and word on it, though I can't make out what ye're up to. Come on now, and we ll settle it at Yankee Sullivan's. "By George!" said the young dandy ; "but I do feel the blood circulating more freely now. Sergeant, you are a Godsend; head on to the field of battle!" CHAPTER VIII. A LESSON IN BOXING. Fifteen minutes after, a cab pulled up at Yankee Sullivan's house on Chatham Stree t and the young dandy with the glasses and Ned Burke, sprang down and enter:1 the place. "How are you sergeant-and how's every inch of you?" inquired an active man of forty, whose battered face told of many desperate encounters. "Tip-top, Yankee!" replied Ned Burke. "This is a friend of mine. Can I have a private word with you?" certainly, Ned Come this way." And the famous pugilist led the way into the back room where Sergeant Burke, in a few words, explained the object of their visit. "So you want a quiet set-to, eh?" inquired the veteran boxer as he cast his eye on the stalwart soldier and then on the young dandy. "This youngster is not your match, sergeant. I hope there' s no bad blood between you." "The dickens a bit, Yankee. We want a little innocent divarsion only," r e plied N e d with a smile. "The ttuth is, Mr. Sullivan," said the young dandy, "the sergeant here is going to give me a lesson, and there's a kind of a bet between us. You must be umpire, and see fair play." And the young fellow, in a few words, explained the strange arrangement entered into. sergeant, on the other hand, was a fearful rage. the honor of an Irish soldier," he cried, "I'll give ye "A devilish queer bet, sir," said Yankee; "and I can't see dressing that yer own mother won't know ye, ye Dublin what you're driving at. I'm afraid you're no match for Ned n! Don't say another word now, or I'll jump at ye here. here. But you must have fair play, and no mistake. Come with me and if I don't give ye exercise enough, put on." urke down for a big blower and a liar in the bargain." And Yankee Sullivan led the way upstairs to a large room, moment, sergeant." said the smiling dandy, "I want the floor of which w a s covered with sawdust. e you a proposition." at is it? Quick, for I'm tearing mad to be at ye, ung buck." want a recruit this morning?" be sure, I do. But what's that to do with our boxing ?" Having locked the door on the inside and put the key into his pocket, he turned to the soldier, saying: "Hadn't you better try the soft gloves, Ned? You don't want to hurt him?" "Faith, Yankee, I'd sooner have the hard ones and finish it sooner." ood deal, sergeant. If you thrash me with the gloves I'll "All the.same to me, by Jove!" remarked the young dandy; "only I don't want to kill the sergeant, as I intend that we Come on, till I shall be the best of friends hereafter." r man." n, begor, I'm certain of me man. ye off." if I should happen to give you a drubbing, sergeant, Ill you do for me?" for ye? Ha! ha! ha! but you're a droll lad, after all. f ye bate me with the fists or gloves I'd be willing to that I'd be yer born slave forever after." a bargain, sergeant. I'll take you at your word. When time up in the army?" day after to-morrow; but I thought of enlisting for "Bad luck to yer impudence!" cried the soldier as he proceeded to pull off his coat and vest. "I'll give an extra dressing for that. The hard gloves, Yankee, by all means." "As you please, sir. Now for it, sergeant." "Be heavens!" cried Ned Burke, as he faced his young op ponent, "now that I see yer eye, ye 'mind me of the chap last night." A strange smile passed over the dandy's face, but he did not make a reply.

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14 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. "Ready!" cried .Yankee Sullivan. "Fair play, now, and striking foul or I'll take a hand in. Set-to!" no Ould Boy himself, or some great English or Irish boxer II over here to take the starch out of yerself, Yankee." > To all appearance it was anything but an eve n match. Sergeant Burke stood six f eet at least; and he was a strong, active man. Yankee Sullivan, on a former occasion, asserted that the soldier would face any man in the world, providing he had him under training for one year. The young dandy was about five feet ten inches, and his strength was not fully developed; yet the veteran pugilist could see that his arms were long and sinewy; that his musc les stood out well; and that he had a bold piercing eye. "A dangerous customer," muttered Yankee, "if he has the science "Look out for your eye, me young buck! 1 cried the soldier as he made a pass at his opponent. "Begor, that was stopped "I never fought in the ring in my life, and I never 1 returned the dandy, with a smile. "I am only a y. Irish lad from the city of out h ere to seek my forb As the young fellow uttered these words he pullel his false whiskers and stood smiling at the doubly astonl sergeant. "Heavens and earth!" cried the sergeant, "if it isn'! young rascal who offered to 'list with me last evening. murther in Irish!" "Aud you must 'list with me now, sergeant," said y _oung dandy, "unless you want to keep on with the exerii "I give in-I give in!" cried the beaten man. "Are earnest about it?" l "I am in earnest, sergeant. You must keep your worifl nicely." serve me now according to our bargain, you know. vi "That wasn't!" cried the dandy as he struck him full on not fair, Mr. Sullivan?" v the nose with the hard glove. "l!'irst blood for me, Mr. Sul-"Fair-fair--of course it was. Sergeant, you lican." "I'll murder ye, ye villain!" roared Ned Burke, as he dashed in at his man. "I'll pound ye while I can stand over ye!" "Look out and keep cool, Ned!" cried Yankee Sullivan. "The youngster is no muff The warning came too late. Rushing in like a mad bull the sergeant let fly right and left. His active opponent dodged and parried the fierce blows, springing around the room and laughing the while as he sent his gloved hands against the big fellow's eyes, and mouth, and 11.ose. to it." l "Begor, then," returned the sergeant, "but I'll stick I forever and a day. Ye're the first man I've met that's be my master." 'What is your name, sir?" inquired Yankee Sullivan'] had been regarding the bold, handsome young fellow scrutinizing glances. "I am called Collier," replied the young he looked at the pugilist with a fearless eye, see me in this rig." 1 "Is that your real name?" inquired the pugilist, 31 "Take it easy, I tell you, you big fool!" cried Yankee Sulwatched the young man. "Don't think I want to pry into livan, as he watched the play wi,th the eye of a critic. "Blow I secrets; but your face is very familiar to me, young sir, me, if you haven't found more than your match, sergeant. I may be able to do you a good turn yet." [ Youngster, wherever you took lessons you're a regular stunner. "My real name is Gerald O'Grady, and I know I can T I t" 1 ake it easy, say, sergean . you both," replied the young fellow. 1 But the angry sergeant couldn't take it easy, for the young "Great heavens!" cried Sergeant Burke, as he stared a dandy was peppering him right and left. manly fellow; 'then you're the very lad Colonel coi Every blow the sergeant received only served to anger him is after." more and more, as he yelled: "I'll kill him if I get in on him. He must be the divil himself, Yankee, to bate me this way-the Turk. I must close on him." And with a savage yell the infuriated soldier sprang in on his opponent, dashed down his guards by main strength and grabbed him around the waist. "Now we'll see if ye can wrastle as good as ye can box!" he yelled, "for I'm going to smash yer bones on the floor!" "None of that, Ned, on your life!" cried Yankee Sullivan. "Don't hurt the youngster. He must have fair play in my house." "Let us alone, sir," cried the young dandy as he managed to secure a grip on the big sergeant's waist. "A fall or two won't hurt me. Now, sergeant, do your best." With a powerful effort the strong soldier raised his young opponent from his feet a'nd then attempted to dash him to the floor But the young dandy, by an active movement, succeeded in baffling the violent attempt, and landed on his feet. Before the sergeant could be on his guard he rece ived a sharp kick on the sh'in, and at the same moment, by a quick and vigorous movement, he was hurled to the floor, his head liitriking heavily as he fell. "Completely floored, sergeant!" cried Yankee Sullivan, as he grasped the young dan\ly's hand. "Who in the name of wonder are you at all, young fellow, and where did you come "That's what I want to know, be heavens!" cried Sergeant Burke, as he sat on the floor and rubbed his head. "He's the "One mo,ment, sir," said Yankee Sullivan, as he drew Qi aside, "you can trust me with your life. I read some tim of the escape of a young fellow from Spike Island, am trying to kill two officers in the harbor." "I am that young fellow, returned Gerald, boldly. I "I thought so," said Yankee. "About a year ago I of the attempted escape of a great convict robber in Aust He was the terror of the English governor out thert years. They took him at last, and one night, as he atten to escape from prison with one of his comrades, he was kij "That man was my father," said Gerald. "His COD! escaped, and he is hefe in this city now." "Do you know who sent your father to transportatiO' life, Gerald O'Grady?" inquired Yankee Sullivan, in an eai way. "I do I know who robbed me of my fortune, and who 1 a branded convict of me also," hissed the young man. i "I knew your father, Gerald O'Grady," said Yankee, you're not his son if you don't get satisfaction. "'l'hat's my mission now, sir," said Gerald. "That'si I want to enlist this brave fellow with me, for I know he l Colonel Costello also That's why I adopted this for I wanted to see if he would know me." "Yer own mother know ye!" cried Sergeant Bl "and yer voice is changed at that. I'm with ye, heart sow!, against that tyrant, Colonel Costello, for I have ai grl!dge to settle with him." > "If you should nee d another friend, sir," said Yankee' livan, "don't forget that I knew your father well, and ti am only too willing to help his son against his enemies>

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. 15 Thank you, sir. I may call on you. And now for a drink our better acquaintance." CHAPTER q:. THE LETl'ER THAT BREATHED Ol!' VENGEANCE. :More than a week passed away and Colonel Costello could d no trace of the branded lad, though Tobin and his son d spent days and nights in looking for him. It is night in the boarding house on Bleecker Street, and lone! Costello is seated at the table in his room, reading a ter, while Tobin is standing near, watching his angry face. The insolence of the fellow! cried Colonel Costello as he rang to his feet and dashe d the letter on the table. "Tobin, heavens, we're all fools( and this young puppy will baffle yet!" What's the trouble now, sii?" inquired Tobin. Trouble? Why, Tobin, here's that daring scamp sending an impudent, threatening letter. "He's in the city yet, I'll find him before long, then, sir. Never fear, but I'll him yet." That's your cry all the time, Tobin," said Oscar Costello, he entered the room and closed the door after him; "you promising that every day. By George! but I think he's e away. What is the trouble now-what' s up?" Read that, Oscar. Read what the scoundrel threatens now. be sure, he's in the city here. See the postmark." he young man took up the sheet of writing paper and his flashed with rage as he recognized the writing of his old B y George!" he cried, "but it is the scoundrel's writing! at has he to say?" l.nd the angry young man commenced to read wi\h his single while Tobin and his father stood by and listened: I CoLOXEL COSTELLO-The time is drawing near for me to nee on you and: your son, and I give you this timely warn. Before you are both twenty-four hours older I will have branded and lashed by a hand that will not spare you I know that you have my mother in your power but I will ease her. I know that you are plotting for my capture, so as to force to sign the papers that will rob me of my name and une; but I will bafile you in your vile work. know now that you disgraced and ruined my poor father, why you endeavored to hound me to death, you fiends. Expect no mercy from me for you wlll not receive any. every lash that I received I will count two on your backs. iron that will brand you both will sink deep into your but it will not sink as deep as the eternal hatred I bear both. Y eye is on you every day when you least expect it. I e friends watching you, whom you wil! never suspect. hate that young villain worse than either of you, and I'm willing to risk my life to put him out of the way; but I won't i::tand your slurs any longer, Mister Oscar." "Who is betraying us, then?" demande d the young man. "Who is the person he mentions there?" "Hpw can I tell?" replied Tobin. "He may be only saying that to--" "Oscar," interrupted coione l Costello, "have you told. this new friend of yours-Bernard Collier-anything about our private business?" "Am I a fool, father?" responded O s car. "Not that I wouldn't trust him though, for by G eorge he' s a regular trump, so he is." "Yes Oscar," remarked his father, "he seems to hold the trump when playing with you. He h a s won a great deal of money from you." "Why, for that matter, father, his uncle seems to serve you in the same way. Mr. Collier b eats you e v ery game." "I'm bles s ed, gentlemen, said Tobin, "now that you talk of them, I don't like the looks of the uncle and his nephew, at all." "Pooh-pooh!" said Oscar. "They're both gentlemen, and they have plenty of means. B ernard is the soul of honor. And hang me if I don't think it would be a good id e a to get him to help us in hunting down G erald O Grady. He's just as smart a f e llow as ev e r I met; and he can fight like a lion." "Don't think of it, Oscar, said his fathe r. "We must do this work ourse lv e s. By the way, did you notice that this young gentleman is very attentive to Fannie?" "And a d e u ce d good m atch 'twould be," laughed Oscar. "The uncle h a s a splendi
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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. the fact that his enemies were rushing into a trap prepared for them by the active lad. "And is this such a desperate fellow?" inquired Gerald, as he turned to Oscar. hands seized his arms, a gag was placed in his mouth and enraged tnan felt a pair of handcuffs slipping on his hand! they were forced behind him. Oscar Costello uttered one cry of alarm on hearing his "Desperate is no name for him, Bernard," was the reply. tended friend's warning, and while endeavoring to make "Where did he go?" way back to the door he .received a blow on the head wit "There's the rascal I saw, now!" said Gerald, as he pointed heavy club, while a well-known voice rang in his ear: to a .crouching figure sneaking aloitg on the other side of the "You perjured cur!. You'll now pay for the brand and street. "See-see--he's slipping away. He sees we're after lash you forced on me!" him. Hanged if I don't soon see what he's made of." In less than two minutes Colonel Costello, his son and Tc And Gerald made a dash across the street, followed by Oscar were secured and gagged in that dark entry. and the others. "What will we do with this meddlesome young dand The moment that the suspected stranger saw this movement cried a stern voiee as a light flashed on the darkness. he darted aloug toward Broadway and crossed that thorough-The three prisoners were now sensible of their position, fare. Tobin had recovered consciousness, and h e was starin! "That's him!" said Tobin to Colonel Costello. 'Tis the very two men who stood over them with revolvers ready for rig he had on the evening he gave me the slip down on the They saw that the two men wore black crape over t Battery." "After him, then," returned the colonel; .'and we'll pounce on him when he gets out of the crowded street. He mustn't escape us now, the infernal scoundrel! 'rake him alive if you can, Tobin!" So intent were the pursuers in hunting down the fugitive that they took no notice of the locality into which he was leading them, and in a very short space of time they found themselves in a deserted spot on West Street, facing the river. "Just the spot to nab the villain," said Tobin, "for we could get a boat and whip him over the river very nicely to the-" "Hush, Tobin," interrupted Colonel Costello, in a low voice. "Remember we're not alone." Gerald O'Grady heard Tobin's words and he muttered to himself: faces and they could also see the young gent known to then Bernard Collier, lying insensible where he had been assa while in the act of leading on the hunt One of t)le men held a lamp in his hand, as he replied: "Leave him here till we attend to these scoundrels first. got what he deserved for joining them against us. on here, Colonel Costello, till you get a taste of the fun enjoyed in the Bandon barracks. You're dead if you don't mind what you're told, now." The three prisoners were l ed, or rather dragged, throu rear passage; and then down a steep cellarway, while young dandy was left lying in the hall. Colonel Costello was not a coward, yet he trembled in e Hmb as he realized that he had been entrapped into this 1 some den by his hated enemy, Gerald O'Grady. "'rhe young viper must be in league with a band of "Aha! you villains, I know now that my poor mother is over laws," he thought, "and our doom is sealed unless we the river, there." buy them of!'. Tobin was right, and I was a fool." "There he goes into that old house," said Oscar, as he pointed to a brick -building standing in from the street. "Will we venture after him?" "To be sure we will! cried the disguised Gerald as he darted forward. "We've run him down at last. Now for the brush. Come on-come on! Are you all afraid of one poor devil?" "I don't like the looks of this place," said Tobin as he peered up the dark passage. "And 'tis a lonesome neighborhood. The fellow might kill us all in the dark, colonel!" "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Geraid. "What a fine fellow you are to go man-hunting. Come on, Oscar, and we'll take the rascal ourselves. I'll claim half the reward." . "Come on, Tobin!" cried Colonel Costello as he drew his reyolvers and followed Gerald and his son into the dark pass age. "Don't be such a coward!" And Tobin was compelled to follow. Into the dark entry the disguised, branded lad led the way, muttering the while: CFIAPTER XI. WHAT THE PRISONERS SAW IN THE CELLAR. Ao: the two masked men pushed their prisoners before t down the steep steps, the lamp was blown out; and when all entered the dark cellar no light was visible save the from a furnace that was burning at the end of the apart When the door was secured one of the masked men r his voice, saying: "Now, Colonel Costello, know that you are in the pow those who will show you no mercy, for you deserve Villain of the world, you know you deserve to die. you want to reply, do you? Off with the gag, then, and 1 hear what he has to say." Colonel Costello stamped on the floor impatiently whn "The fellow must be hiding here somewhere. The old masked man was speaking; and the moment the gag wa house is deserted. Keep together, Oscar. Come on, my brave moved he burst forth: Tobin, till we catch the fox!" "Murderous wretches, who are you that dare assail a Br "We'll catch the divil first, I'm thinkin'," grumbled Tobin. soldier in this way? Do you know that you are assisti "Oh, Lord, I'm gone!" And the cautious man received a blow on the head that sent him reeling to the floor. At the same moment Gerald uttered a cry of alarm as he fell to the ground, exclaiming: "They've caught us in a trap, Oscar. Oh, heavens! I'm done for!" Colonel Costello and his son attempted to retreat through branded felon-an escaped, murderous convict-to have venge on gentlemen?" "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the masked inan. 'Tis very we! know what we're doi_ng, and what you are, you upstart tyr Up with the lights, there, till they see what's in store them. Gerald O'Grady, are you ready for the work?" "Ready and only too willing!" sang dUt the branded from the end of the apartment. the dark passage, but the former stumbled over the insensible As he uttered these words several lights flashed up in Tobin and fell on the floor, striking his head against the wall. I dark cellar and tile prisoners beheld a scene that made t !lefore he could regain his feet or use his weapon, strong tremble and turn pale. .

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GERALD O'GRAlJY'S GRIT. 17 Gerald O'Grady, with a heavy cat-o'-nine-tails in his right a revolver in his hand. "Do ye think we're all fools. Ye hand, stood near one of those triangles to which prisoners in couldn t get out of this if ye had the strength of Samson. I'll the English army are secured when undergoing the fearful secure ye, anyhow punishment of the lash. As the man spoke he seized a rope and then secured the two The triangle was placed in the middle of the cellar, and prisoners by tying them to a post in the centre of the cellar. at the further end of the apartment a furnace was burning. Colonel Costello sent forth cries of agony and alarm as he The young man glared at his old foes for a moment as he saw the others stripping the upper clothing from the body of grasped the lash, and then in a voice that was fierce and his trembling and whining sqn. strong, he cried: "On with the gag again if he doesn't stop there!" said the "Do you remember the day in the Bandon barracks, ye cow-other masked man as he assisted Gerald in tying Oscar to the ardly dogs, when I swore that I'd pay you off in your own coin triangle. "Now for it, Gerald!" for the disgrace ye forced on me? You couldn't force a cry "Gerald O'Grady! Gerald O'Grady!" yelled the colonel, from me. Now we'll see how you'll bear the same dose, you spare my son and I'll make all amends. I'll give up your scoundrels! property; I'll release your mother; I'll give you my daughter In Oscar and To):lin were still gagged, and they could only marriage. Oh, for mer cy's sake, think that I'm her father!" reply by groans to this threat. When Gerald heard this frantic appeal he turned to the Colonel Costello was in a fearful rage, as he yelled: tall, masked figure who was assisting in securing the victim to "You infernal scoundrel, you will not dare to inflict that the triangle, and said: punishment on me. I 'll have your life--" "Bah!" cried Gerald. "You know by this time that I don't fear you. Yes, Colonel Costello, you and your son and that treacherous hound who tried to murder me on Spike Island, will feel the lash and the brand also!" "Merciful God!" yelled the infuril\ted and terror-stricken man. "Will such an outrage be permitted in a civilized country? Who are you, men, that aid this villain? Will you-oh, I'm sick. I will pay you well if you release us at once and help me to capture this young fiend. A thousand pounds to each of you, and you seize him now!" As the colonel uttered these words Gerald tore the gag from Oscar's mouth, flung it on the floor, and then sprang toward the furnace to grasp the brand that was reddening there. "Father-father!" gasped Oscar, "what will we do at all? This is terrible! "Where's my mother?" roared Gerald, as he sprang at Oscar with the red brand. "Tell me where you placed my. poor mother; confess that you swore falsely against me; make your father give me up my fortune that he robbed me of!" "I will-I confess-father, promise!" gasped the te, rrif!ed Oscar, as he quailed before the burning brand and the fiery youth. "Hush, Oscar!" said his father. "They are only trying to frighten us. They dare not injure us, for they know they would suffer for it." Then turning to the masked men he cried: "Fools, stop this play at once and let us leave this place in peace, if you will not assist us in taking this vile convict." Another burst of laughter greeted this appeal, and then one of the masked men said: "You will never leave this spot until you tell us where you are hiding Mrs. O'Grady." "Will you let us all go in peace if I tell you that?" inquired the colonel. "No, no! a thousand times no!" thundered the branded lad. "I swore an oath that you anq your son would feel the lash and the brand, and you will feel it, though I never find my mother. When your good daughter went on her knees beg ging of you to spare me that fearful disgrace, you flung her from you and hurried out to enjoy my agony and suffering. You gloated over me while the soldier laid on the blows, calling on him to strike harder. He never could strike as hard as I will strike' when I lay it on to your son before your eyes. Tie him up, friends!" "Mercy! mercy!" yelled Oscar, as the masked men sprang toward him, while Gerald hastened to his post near the triangle. "Let's burst out the door and call for help, Tobin!" cried the desperate colonel, as he sprang back toward the entrance. "Bah!" cried one of the masked men as he rushed back with "Can we believe him, sir?" "Gerald O Gr a dy, was the stern reply "can you forget the lash and the brand on your own back and the dark night in Cork harbor wh e n that other hired scoundrel tried to murd e r you? Rememb e r your oath and lay on that lash, or I'll do it for you. They had no mercy on you or yours, and don't you dream of sparing them." I won't-I can't!" cried Gerald, as the fierce glare of hatred flashed from his eyes, while he seized the cat-6'-nine-tai'ls. Oscar Costello, I'll give you what you gave me, and with a vengeance and a half at that!" And the next moment he raised the instrument of torture to bring it down on the bare back of the miserable young man. A yell of pain broke from Oscar; a cry of anguish burst from the father, while the gagged Tobin groaned in anticipation of his own punishment as he glared at the ,thrilling scene. "Mercy! Oh, God, mercy!" yelled Oscar as the lash cut into his flesh. "The mercy you gave me, you perjured cur!" yelled Gerald, as he laid on with furious vigor; "and I didn't cry at all. Oh, God, but I feel your jeers and see your black looks now, and I couldn t spare you if the saints from heaven appeared to me. Take that, and that, and think of what you made me suffer!" "That will do, Gerald-he's fainted!" cried the tall mask. Give him the brand at once and 'twill bring him to." There was no sign of pity in that stern voice, though the drooping head and pale face of the sufferer were enough to move the hardest heart to compassion. A moment later and the red-hot iron was burning Into the flesh. And Oscar Costello would forever after bear the large "D" on his shoulder. So far Gerald O'Grady was even with his tyrant officerthe perjured witness against him. To loosen the cords that bound the sufferer to the triangle, to lay him on the floor and pour some brandy into his mouth, was but the work of a f e w moments for the avengers. When Oscar Costello opened his eyes again he saw his father at the triangle, and the vengeful Gerald was near him, lash in hand. "Gerald O'Grady," gasped the victim, "I am an old man, and 'tis cruel to torture me in this way. Oh, if you have not hearts of stone, all of you, you will spare me!" "Where's my mother?" cried Gerald, as he raised the lash to strike. "Will you stop if I tell you?" "I will," returned Gerald. "Speak quick or I'll give It to you at once." "She's over in Jersey--" Before the prisoner could utter another word a violent

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18 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. knocking was heard at the cellar door at the back, followed by top of the coach and dealt the driver a blow, knocking him cries of: to the ground. Ned thereupon took up the reins. "What's up in there? Open in the name of the law, or Shortly afterward Tobin leaned out of the carriage window we'll burst in!" "Saved-saved!" gasped the agonized colonel as he sank ins ensible on the triangle. "Help-help-murder!" sang out Oscar Costello, in a loud voice. "For heaven's sake-." and spoke to the driver. He then discovered who Ned was, and ordered him to stop the carriage. He then got out and shot at Ned, wounding him slightly, and he jumped upon the seat and drove, himself. He then saw they were being fol lowed by another coach. After communicating this fact to "Hush, or you are a dead man!" said Gerald, as he sprang the colonel they stopped in a clump of trees and ambushed toward his prostrate foe. "What will we do now sir?" the other coach and shot both horses. Then they immediately The tall man in the mask glared at Colonel Costello for a moment ere he said: "I've a good mind to kill him while he's in our power, the scoundrel; but we'll be able for him again. Out with the lights and leave them as they are. Up and out the front way!" And still the officers outside kept up the cries and knocks. Out went the lights, and up the front stairs rushed Gerald and his two friends, while Oscar Costello yelled out: "Police-police! they're making out the front way, and they've almost murdered us. Catch the scoundrel;i-the con-victs-and father will reward you. Break in the door-quick!" "My brother-my brother!" cried a female voice outside. "Oh, Oscar! is fatner here?" At that moment the police forced in the door and Fannie Costello rushed into the cellar with them. Cries of rage and pain were neard in the hall above, where the three friends were fighting their way through the crowd of policemen and others who had ]Jeen attracted to the spot. When Colonel Costello recovered consciousness his daughter drove off with great speed. The ambushed coach contained Maurice Collier and Ned Burke, whom the driver and Collier had found lying in the road. Collier gave them his revolver and told them to follow the other coach and save Gerald, and that he would pay for the horses. Thereupon both started o{f on a run for the retreating coach, leaving Collier behind. The old gentleman had received a sprained ankle. CHAPTER XII. A FRANTIC WOMAN'S DASH FOR LIBERTY. In a lonely spot, about half a mile from the plank road, stood an old farmhouse. In this house Gerald's mother had been kept a prisoner for more than a year, watched over by one Tatter Jack. It is necessary that we now go back and explain how Mrs. was bending over llim in the cellar and his son was lying O'Grady came to be in this place on the ground, groaning with pain and foaming with rage. Mrs. O'Grady had been the daughter of a wealthy Limerick Tobin and four policemen were standing on tne fioor, holdshopkeeper. ing a struggling lad between them. Eugene O'Gra(jy was the son of an estated gentleman in the "We've got one of the scoundrels, colonel!" cried Tobin as county of Tipperary, and fell in love with the shopkeeper's he pointed at Gerald, "and we'll soon have them all, for the daughter. But his father was a very proud man and refused police are after them." to. a1low Gerald to marry her. Nevertheless they were secretly "You infernal villain!" yelled Colonel Costello, as he sprang married. Ned Costello was the only son of a widow, who on the prisoner, ."I"ll have your heart's blood for your work afterward became Mrs. O'Grady by marrying the proud old to-night!" "Back, sir!" cried the police sergeant. "He's our prisoner now, and we'll protect him." "I told you, Colonel Costello," cried Gerald as he pointed at Oscar, "that I'd have my vengeance on you and yours. I'm not dead yet; and you can't rub out-the brand on that cur's back." landholder-Eugene's father. This woman was always plotting to get control of the property for her own son. Thus it was that Gerald's marriage was kept a secret. Years passed away and Gerald was born. He grew to be a handsome lad. Then came the rebellion of '48, and Gerald's father took up arms against the English flag. "Oh, Gerald-Gerald!" cried Fannie. "Nothing can save you Eugene was wounded in battle and took refuge in his father's now!" house. But he was informed upon by his stepmother and Gerald's two companions, who were no other than the myswas arrested, and, together with his wife's brother, transported terious old stranger and Ned Burke, succeeded in effecting to Australia. their escape. Old Mr. O'Grady was so much affected by his son's banish-Gerald O'Grady was lodged in the station-house that night; ment that he died, leaving his property to his second wife and and Col4>nel Costello, with his son and daughter, as well as her son, in trust for the exiled one and his heirs. Tobin, were driven to the boarding house in the carriage. Ned Costello, Eugene's stepbrother, had joined the English After their arrival the colonel found the man known as army. Maurice Collier and related to him all that had taken place. One day Eugene's wife received a letter supposed to have After the c olonel had taken his leave Collier at once went in been written by Eugene, stating he had escaped and was in search of Ned Burke, and found him on a corner near the America, and asking her to join him there. police station wherein was Gerald. They had not been there Never dreaming of treachery, she sailed in the first vessel, long when who should come along, in a coach, but the colonel and Tobin. They alighted and went into the station. In a short time they came out with a policeman leading Gerald, who placed him in the coach with the two villains, and it was driven away. Suspecting treachery, Collier ordered Ned to get up behind on the coach while he hired another team and followed them up. This was carried out successfully and both teams were on the same ferryboat crossing the river to Jersey City. After leaving the boat tlle carriage containing the villains and Gerald proceeded to the Paterson Plank Road. At a lonely place on the road Ned crept up on leaving her son, Gerald, behind her. Arriving in America she in vain sought her husband. He was not to be found. Then Tobin appeared and announced that Gerald and his father had arrived with him. They said that Eugene was over in New Jersey, and she willingly ac companied him to a farmhouse in the woods, where she was seized and imprisoned. Then Colonel Costello appeared and demanded her to sign papers deeding the property over to him. He told her Eugene was dead, and if she did not sign she. would never see her son again. She defied him, and they left her imprisoned. The colonel

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. 19 returned to Ireland, leaving Tobin in America, resolving to Ned Burke, "we'll burn the house down over yer head and return in a little while. roast ye all alive! If ye're a man and a soldier ye'll come Thus matters stood for nearly a year when one night a coach drove up to the farmhouse. In it were Colonel Costello and Tobin, who had Gerald as a prisoner, bound and gagged. Bringing his mother into the room they again demanded that she sign the papers. But she refused, and, when they were not looking, made a dash for the door and ran out, locking it after her. Tobin and her jailer, Tatter Jack, started in pursuit. She had not gone far before she came upon Maurice Collier in the road. Surprised and startled, she implored him to protect her. Immediately behind her came her pursuers. But Maurice gave a shrill whistle and out of the woods rushed Ned Burke and their driver, Tobin and Tatter Jack immediately retreated toward the farmhouse, pursued by the others. out here and fight us fairly." 'Let's bang at 'em, sir," said Tobin, "and drive 'em away. Then we'll out and harness the horses and make off. We'll have the whole country on us if we stay here much longer. There they go now. Will we fire at them while we can?" "Yes-yes!" cried the colonel. "Kill them at once before they can send for help. Fire!" Two sharp reports .. rang out at the same moment, and the balls whistled by the young driver's head as he was retreating to the woods after Mrs. O'Grady. Tobin slipped out to the shed where the horses were resting, while Colonel Costello k ept a sharp ey e in the direction of the woods, to see that his foes did not slip back to the attack. In less than five minutes the carriage was ready, and then the wretches forced Gerald out the bac k way and into his As the time passed, and the wretches did not return with former prison van. his mother, brave lad' s hopes grew brighter and brighter; Tobin sprang on the seat and drove the horses at a walk while the man before him stamped on the floor with rage through a path at the back of the house. at the delay. "Is Ned Burke deserting me?" thought Gerald, as he listene d "Curse Tobin and that other fool!" cried the colonel as he for the expected attack. opened the door and looked out. "Is it possible the woman As if in answer to this sil ent question a loud shout rang can have escaped them? Ha! there go shots in the woods. out. at that moment and then Gerald heard a well-known Great heavens! are our foes upon us, after all?" voice crying: A grunt of satisfaction burst from Gerald through the gag as I "Have at 'em, me lad! Down with the villain on the box! he heard the welcome sounds and his enemy's words. Shoot the horses! Don't let 'em get away from us on your "You'll not escape me, you cur!" yelled the man as he life!" pointed the revolver at Gerald, while his eyes gleamed with Colonel Costello put his head out of the window and fired rage. "If your friends were to be at the door they could not his at the assailants, while he shouted to Tobin: save your life. Ha! who's this coming now?" "Drive on-drive on! Lash the horses now and get away! "They're on us, sir-they're on us!" cried Tobin as he burst Fight to the death if we must!" in at the door and closed it after him.' Tobin bent down his head as two pistol-balls flew past him, "Who's on us-how many-where's Tatter Jack?" inquired and then with a shout of defiance he lashed the horses and the colonel. the animals dashed through the rough path at a fearful rate. "Tatter Jack is down, sir; and that base hound of a soldier "After them, me lad-after them!" cried Ned Burke. "Bring is after me with the woman. We haven't time to get the I down the horses if ye can. Run for yer life now! Gerald, horses out and cut stick." me lad, I'll not let them whip ye away!" "How many of them are coming?" inquired the colonel as "My son, my Gerald!" cried the woman, as she saw the car-he sprang to the window. riage disappear in the wooded path. "Oh, will I ever se( "Only two and the woman, sir; but that soldier is able him again?" for a dozen. Will we run or ti.gilt them here in the house, sir?" "We'll fight the dogs, of course replied the colonel. "Ra! here they come. Tobin, stand firm and we'll crush the dogs yet. Ha! there, you scoundrels-what do you want?" CHAPTER XIII. "We want Gerald O'Grady, ye ould villain!" cried Ned Burke, in a loud voice. AN ANGRY MAN ON THE WATCH. "You'll get a dose of lead if you don't be off, you thieves!" said the colonel as he pointed his revolver at the unwelcome intruders. "Get behind the fence," said Ned Burke, "and we'll soon bring them to terms." "My son-my Gerald!" cried the mother. "Oh, they'll murder my darling boy!" "Ay, that we will, and before your eyes, woman!" yelled the colonel from the window. "If you don't begone from this at once, and do my bidding afterward." When Jake Johnson, who w,is knocked down from his seat on the coach as he was driving Gerald and his captors along the plank road, recovered his senses he muttered, as he rubbed bis head and stared around: "What in thunder struck me? Blamed if I ever got such a laying out before in my life! After thinking 1or a while he resolved to return to the Jersey City ferry-house and wait. Probably they would re-turn with the team. Then he turned to Tobin, crying: He did so. Two hours passed away, while Jake stood at his "Drag the young scoundrel here into the light so that his post, ruminating the while over the stirring incidents of the mother can see me blow his brains out. Ha! ha! ha! you evening. foolish woman! Don't you dream of baffling me!" "Choke me if I can see through the hull arrangement at all," Tobin seized the table, dragged it toward the window and he muttered at length; "but I'm blowed if I don't make some then pushed Gerald, with the chair, to the some spot. one pay me for this infernal racket." "Look here, woman," cried Colonel Costello, as he clapped At that moment the rattle of a cab was heard along the the revolver to Gerald's head, "unless you come in here alone street, and Jake s?on recognized his own turnout driving to and send those other fools about their business, I'll scatter his the ferry. brains over the floor this instant. One movement toward the By the light of the lamps at the ferry-house the man recogdoor, you fools, and your friend is dead!" nized Tobin on the seat, and he could also perceive that the "If ye harm a hair in his head, ye ould scoundrel," yelled blinds of the coach were drawn down by those inside.

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20 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. "Guess I'll play t)le same dodge the rip played on me!" muttered Jake Johnson, as he slipped behind the carriage while he drew a short, heavy club from his pocket at the same time. "Oh, won't I give that treacherous skunk a sockadolager!" Out through the ferry-house on the New Yorlc side, and up Cortlandt Street the carriage rolled, with Jake Johnson clinging behind. Wheeling into Greenwich Street, Tobin bent down to the front and said: "If we only knew where to find the chap that owns the coach, sir, I think he's just the l a d to gi v e us a hand now." "Take it, and blast your treac h e rous eyes," said Jake Johnson, as he let fly at Tobin from the top of the coach. "Now, you infernal skunks, what do yer mean by laying me out and stealing off with my coach? The blow sent 1Tobin from the seat to the ground, but the villain landed on his feet. In a moment he had his revolver out and pointed at Jake Johnson, as he said: "And blast yer eyes, ye blundering fool for not knowing that we hadn't a hand or part in what happened to ye .or yer coach. Bad cess to ye, and is this me thanks for bringing it back, safe and sound. Hold on there! Colonel here's our man. Have done, ye.gommul, till I tell y e what happened to us. Let me up!" Jake Johnson saw at once that he had made a mistake, and he thrust his pi stol in his po cket as he grumbled forth: "How in thunder was I to know but I hit the right mark?" .. Ye hit hard enough, anyway," said Tobin as he rubbed the side of his head. "Not half as hard as I got," returned the angry driver, with a strong oath. "Take him said lake Johnson. "That's where thf' old ghost hangs out. Nobody will ever think of going up there." When the carriage rolled up to the old house, a forlornlooking man. with a rough, matted, grayish beard, and dressed in a sailor's worn-out suit, was reclining under the stoop. The man had the appearance of an outcast, and he acted like one who did not care to be seen in the daylight, as he crouched under the stoop when he heard the voices near him. When they dragged Gerald into the old house the tattered s eaman sprang out from his hiding place and started after the intruders, as he muttered: ''Merciful father, if that isn't Ned Costello's voice, and no mistake. 'Tis many a long day since I heard it, but I can't be mistaken. What are they up to with that poor fellow, and who can he be? By my faith, but I ll know more before long. 'fhere's some rascally work going on here, and if there is, what can a poor hunted creature like me do?" The man stole into the entry as he was muttering these words and he could hear the conspirators dragging their prisoner up the rickety stairs. "The cellar is the best place, I think," said Tobin, "for we could tie him to a post there." "So I think, responded the colonel. "We must make sure of him for some hours at least, and then he'll never trouble us again." "Let's lug him down there, then, and tie him," said Jake Johnson. "I must put the horses up for they're just used up." Down the stairs they dragged their prisoner, and the old sailor retreated to his post under the stoop. About five minutes after he heard the three men return to the front door, and then he listened anxiously to their con"An' not quarter as hard as ye will let fly, I'll be bound!" versation. hissed Tobin, in his ear, "when ye know the murtherin' thief who struck ye. Drive on now an' I'll tell ye what's up. We're all safe now, colonel. Listen to me, lad." And the cunning Tobin told Jake Johnson as much of the night's adventures as he deemed advisable, in order to secure his co-operation against Gerald and their other enemies. "We got away be the skin of our teeth at last, he con cluded, "and we made back here again with yer coach. Now, are ye man enough to join us again' the divils? Show us some safe place to hide away the young villain inside, and take a hand with us again' those ye know, and I'll promise ye that ye won't be left empty-handed?" "That's just what I'm in for returned Jake Johnson, with another oath. "I'll do anything to get square with the skunk what keeled me over to-night; and I go in for making an honest pile whenever I get the chance." "In t,he first place, then," continued Tobin, "do ye know a safe place to lodge our prisoner in? Some place where we might do as we liked with him if we wanted to pay him off as he fixed the young gent to-night." "In course I do. Why, I'm driving ye right there now," rasponded the driver as he turned down Spring Street toward the river. "There ain't a safer place in New York than the very old rookery where you caught him to-night. Just the thing." "Begor, but I believe ye," said Tobin with an ominous smile. "Who knows but there'll be another ghost there afore long. Drive right to the spot." "Here WE) are," said the driver, as he pulled up the horses before the old building, "and there ain't a soul around to see us, either." Tobin sprang down from the seat, and in a few hurried sen tences, explained to Colonel Costello the expediency of securing Gerald in the old haunted house before them. While they were thus conversing they dragged Gerald O'Grady into the dark entry. "Yer can bet yer life he won't get away from there afore we come to-night," said the driver, "and I'll be ready to lay for the others with yer this afternoon. We all want a rest now." "We can depend on you, then?" returned the coloMl. "And you can drive us to Jersey to look for them in the afternoon, my man. I'll not rest till I secure that woman again, and punish the fools who are meddlink in my business." "I'll be on hand, sir, you responded the driver as he sprang on the seat. "Get in." Then the carriage drove away, leaving Tobin standing at the door of the old house. CHAPTER XIV. TODIN IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE. Though Tobin declared that he was not afraid of the devil himself he showed a decided reluctance to entering that old house after the carriagti drove away with Colonel Costello. "What between the young devil below and the old ghost above," said Tobin aloud, as he hesitated at the door, 'tis a queer lodging I'll have, though it can't be far from daybreak now. Begor, but I'll stretch meself here at the foot of the stairs so that I can scoot out if the old Dutchman above makes at me." "And there's another ghost under here who has his eye on you, my fine rascal!" muttered the old sailor under the stoop. "And maybe he won't give you a fright that you won't forget. I can't make out what all this villainy means, but I can see that Costello is up to some bloody work." And the old sailor listened and watched until he heard a heavy breathing in the hall above. Gerald O'Grady was lying on the bare cellar floor, his

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GERALD O'GRAD .... s GRIT. 21 ds and feet bound together, a rope around his waist se to one of the posts, and the gag was still in his mouth. nough secured in this way in the dark cellar, the lad's d was as free and as active as ever; ll.nd he no sooner r d the retreating footsteps of his vile captors than he comced to plan and to work for life and liberty. ierald had overheard the conversation about the ghost; he was well aware of the character of the place when Burke hired it for their purpose some days before. v rubbing the gag against his shoulder the determined lad :eeded in freeing his mouth; and then he turned his at :lon to the rope that secured his body to the post. stealthy step was heard on the cellar steps outside; a bling with the key in the door; a footfall on the hard, n floor, and then Gerald was certain that Tobin had reed. the s _coundrel means to kill me in earnest," ght the helpless lad. If the unfortunate man down here is awake and can answer said a low voice, "let him do so at once for I am here ierve him." are you?" demanded Gerald. t matters not to you if I'm the ghost of the Dutchman, r set you free," was the stranger's response. 'aith, but you're right there, said Gerald; "and that same t would be welcome now if that was his purpose. But I am; and let me see if you make good your words, whoyou are.' sprang on Tobin. "Do you suppose I was fool enough to leave the pistol with you, loaded. that, you rogue!" "Let me at him," said Gerald, as he sprang on his old foe. "Tobin, ye villain, 'tis my turn again." Down on the hard floor went Gerald and the two men, and Tobin was under his assailants. "Leave him to me, young man!" cried the old sailor as he pounded away on Tobin's face, "and you go and bring the rope and gag here. Strike a light if you can. Ha! you scoun drel, do you think you're able for me, eh? Take that! and that!" There was something so stern and commanding in the voice of the stranger, and he seemed so confident in his ability to master Tobin that Gerald was compelled to obey him. And yet Tobin fought and struggled with force and fury, realizing at the same time that he was in the hands of a fearful adversary. "Don't let him go, on your life!" cried Gerald, 'as he felt in the dark for the cords and. gag. "Never fear that, young sir," replied the old sailor, pressing his knees on Tobin's breast, while he clutched the struggling man's throat with an iron grip. "Have you found the cord?" "Here it is," replied Gerald. "Put your hand in my pocket and take out a match," continued the stranger. "Now, y,ou tool of a villain, have you found your match?" "Don't murder me!" gasped Tobin. re you bound yet?" inquired the voice as the speaker "You deserve it, you hound!" said Gerald, as he bent down near the prisoner. to assist in securing his foe. "Oh, if we only had Colonel lands and feet, was the reply. "If you have a knife, get Costello here with you now!" and God reward you." "He'll be here to look for him in the morning," returned your name, and where do you come from?" in-the old sailor. "We'll keep this rascal here as a bait for him." l'?d the stranger, in the same low voice, while he pro-"Heaven bless you, whoever you are!" said Gerald to the old stranger, as they dragged Tobin to his post, "for you are a Godsend to me. There's a lamp here in the corner, and e was not yet fully assured of the stranger's honest in-I'll light it. Ha! ha! Tobin, roguery and villainy never win !ld to cut the cords. rald hesitated a moment before replying to tliis question, ons. lernard Collier," he replied at length, "and I come from nd." allier-Collier," repeated the stranger. "And what 1pite Colonel Costello against you that he should treat you 1is way?" Tis too long a story to tell now," replied Gerald; "but m prove my friend in this scrape, I'll tell you all and in the long run." Gerald proceedeu to get the larup and light it; and then it did not take them long to secure and gag Tobin. Then Gerald turned to the ragged and weather-beaten sailor, and seized his hand, cordially, saying: "You helped me to-night to right a great wrong, and to baffle one of the greatest scoundrels on earth, sir. Leave him there now, and come with me. Let us see what money you rd you well, too." have about you, Tobin." m not looking for reward, sir," said the stranger, "and And Gerald did not scruple to deprive the wretch of all the n't seek to know your business. I am only too willing ready cash he had in his pockets. sist any one that Costello lifts his hands against in this d. for he's a born scoundrel. But I won't say any more t that now. The man that's l eft here to watch you is up in the hall, sound asl eep ob in?" inquired Gerald. believe that's what Costello called him," replied the ger. "Will you slip out over him and make off, or--" o, by heavens!" interrupted Gerald, "I'll .:.o nothing of If you hate Colonel Costello you'll help me to take scoundrel and tie him down here whe re they left me. alive, he's a greater villain than the othe r if it's possible. me who you are at all, so that I can rely on you fully." Gerald uttered these words he followed the stranger to ellar door. Thoever he is," yelled a murderous voice at the threshold, 1 die like a dog! Take that, ye meddling fool!" e stranger felt the barrel of a pistol thrust against his and then followed the snap of the weapon without any osion following. ah!., cried the old sailor as he seized the weapon and "Now, sir," said Gerald, to the old sailor, as they stood on the sidewalk outside of the old house, "you have saved my life, and I will be your friend while I live. What can I do for you?" The old sailor regarded the lad with earnest eyes, ere he replied: have a good, honest face, and I will trust you. I am a poor outcast, without a home or a friend in this wide world. When I stretched myself to rest under there to-night it was my purpose to go look for a ship to take me to England or Ireland in the morning. Now, since I saw the man who brought you here in the coach a while ago, I have changed my mind. If he is your enemy I'll be your friend. Don't aslr me any more questions, for I can't answer you." "He is my enemy-my bitter. deadly enemy," replied Gerald; "but I can't tell you why, now, for I am pledged to secrecyfor others' sake, as well as my own. I will not seek to pry into your secrets, my good man. Colonel Costello will be here before many hours to see that villain below. Will you join ma to arrest him?"

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1A. 22 GERALD U'GRADY'S GRI"l'. "With a heart and a half, ; replied the old sailor, "for I was I "She must have gone to see the man on the road, fri about to make tha t offer." said the driver, for she ain't around here anywhere, or "Then take some of this money and g e t what you want, if an swer." you won't come with me. You have his pistol. Come back Begor, you're right!" responded Ned Burke. "Let's here as soon as you can and watch him. If Colonel Costello out there at once. We must tend to the master, anyway. comes back h e r e b e fore I do you'll know wh a t to do with him. he's the boss of us all. Come along, me lad-come a If that driver com e s here first, let him have his way, even if But hold on till I give another call for her." he sets Tobin free; but track the m where they gp." "Call away till ye bust!" muttered Tatter Jack in his hl "I understand, Mr. Collier ," returned the old s a ilor, "and place. "But ye'll never find her till I handle me ho1 you may rely upon me." earned money." "Wait here a moment," continued Gerald, as he returned "Bad cess to the luck!" said Ned Burke, as he has to the old house, havfug given the old sailor some of the through the wood with his companion. "Here the mast! money taken from Tobin. down, Gerald's mother is missing after we fought so for her, and the dear lad himself is whipped off be the CHAPTER XV. A TRYING MOMENT. lains." "And my two horses knocked to thunder," responded young driver. "Oh, that's aisily mended, me foine feller," said the w hearted soldier. "Depend on it but ye'll have the best Tatter Jack was wounded in the struggle when his assail-in the city in their place as soon as money can buy the "I believe that will be all right; but I want to have an whack at the skunks that shot them, returned the drive "So ye will-so ye will, me lad. Ha-here's the m sitting here on the yet. Thank the Lord, he's was not a missing, anyway! But where in the name of wonder i ants hastened away with Gerald's mothe r in pursuit of Tobin, and to attempt the r esc u e of the young prisone r in the old farmhouse. Now, it so happened that Tatter Jack'.s wound serious one; and the desperate rascal would have struggled good woman?" on to the death if his companion h a d stood his ground. To say that Maurice Collier was furious when he h When he saw Tobin flying through the woods, and his asof the results of the encounters with the and sailants after him, Tatter Jack concluded that it would be disappearance of the woman, will be simply expressing best for him to use a little discr etion and w atch the result words and actions. of the encounter at the farmhouse b e fore venturing to openly "Be thunder, sir!" cried the young driver, "there was oppose the brave men who had rescued h i s late charge. of the skunks laid out in the woods, and he didn't tur The scheming rascal did wait and watch f o r his opportunity; after." and it turned up in a way that h e le ast e x p ec ted. "That's the man who pounced on her, sure as you 1 When Ned Burke and the young driver made the gallant cried Maurice Collier. "Come here and let me lean o attack on the coach as they were bearing Gerald away by the pair of you and I'll hop baclr to that house. We'll path at the back of the farmhouse, Mrs. O'Gr a dy was almost from bottom to top, and the grounds around it. frantic with excitement and for son's safety. I back for Gerald until we find his mother." When the poor woman saw the carnage dashmg down the I Back through the woods the determined man limped, path, with Ned Burke and the young driv e r in the vain pur-ported by Ned Burke and the young driver, and not a n suit, s.he a piercing cry in b ehalf of Gerald, and then 1 es caped from him, although he was suffering intense a sank msens1ble on the green turf. from his swollen ankle. "Here's me chance, be the holy poker!" cried Tatter Jack, Ned and the young driver spent some time in looking as he dashed out of his place of concealment. "She's worth I the woman, but they did not discover the trap door in five hundred pounds to me, and, bedad, but I'll hold her till inner room. I get me money from some one, for that's me bargain with 'Tis no use, sir, said Ned at length as he returned Tobin." his friend from a futile search in the out-house. "They Seizing the insensible woman in his arms the rascal bore her into. the farmhouse and proceeded to bind her arms and feet, as he muttered: "I'll put ye where they Can't get hold of ye, me good woman, till I get paid for me trouble. Tatter Jack isn't the fool to let them come Paddy over him, no matter how the fight goes be tween them. Now, then, for the black hole below." The unscrupulous wretch bore the woman into an inner apartment; and then, liftig a trap door, he carried his vic tim down a rude ladder. Once below the rascal did not take long to secure the un-fortunate creature with cords. Leaving the insensible woman il). that hiding place Tatter Jack ascended to the room above, kicked the l adder away have whipped her away with them, somewhere." "Then you and your friend will go and get a conveyance go to New York," responded the resolute man; "look Gerald by watching Colonel Costello and Tobin. I wil main here to watch for poor Mary. Send me some one the next house you come to, and send something to eat drink." Ned Burke did not attempt to remonstrate with Maurice li(lr, for he knew that the man's mind was made up. Placing some bread and water and a revolver on the where Tatter Jack's whisky bottle was still lying, Ned an companions assisted the watcher to his position near by,1 then, with prayers and good wishes for his well being, faithful friends started out on their journey. i rom the trap d oor and hastened away to his hiding place Maurice Collier sat there for some time, thinking over m the wood, just as Ned Burke and the young driver returned cevents of the nigh( and of his adventurous life, while et from their unsuccessful pursuit of the carriage. now and then he poured a little cold water on his heated aI "Mrs. O'Grady, said Ned Burke, as he reached the i He did not hear the low moans that broke from the bi house, "where are ye,. at all? Come, ma'am-come; we must woman in the cellar; he did not hear the stealthy step be off to New York after the devils, for that's where they and he did not see the villainous eyes peering at him faced to." window. 11 Of course, there was no,reply to this appeal. "Poor, dear Mary!" he muttered. "Where can YOU3i

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GERALD GRIT. Jl? To think that I should see you and then to lose you with a grim smile. "'Tis every penny of that money soon. Where are you, my poor girl?" What would ye give to know?" said a rough voice at the dow. "Don't touch that pistol or I'll blow yer brains out!" aurice Collier turned to the window and beheld the barrel revolver leveied at him, while behind it was Tatter Jack's ally face. CHAPTER XVI. TATTER JACK AND THE LAME MAN. aurice Collier looked at the villainous face behind the Iver for some moments, while his own hand was on the apon on the table; and it flashed through the man's mind he bad seen those eyes, and that he had heard that rough far away in the wilds of Australia. Who in the mischief can the fellow be?" thought Maurice, he kept his eyes fixed on Tatter Jack's face. "His voice ery familiar." en raising his own voice he cried: What are you up to, you scoundrel?" What am I up to-is it?" replied Tatter, with a grim smile. or, but I'm up to making a good haul wherever I can, I .never had a better chance than now, I'm thinking." urice Collier realized at once that he had to deal with un!icrupulous rascal, and one who would not hesitate to him on the spot; and yet the wanderer was determined to e the issue by defying the would-be murderer. aurice Collier, as we have witnessed, was a man of many urces; and it is not to be supposed that one who could death, when a being very near and dear to him was g from her enemies, would now be at a loss for an ient to baffie the scoundrel outside. to compromising with the rascal, by offering him money, ever once entered the man's mind, for he was accustomed ugh life to carry his point by virtue of his daring courage strength. have!" And still holding his revolver presented at the maimed stranger, the treacherous scoundrel sprang through the win dow, "So 'tis the woman y e want to find sir?" he commenced, as he kept one eye on the stranger and the other on the wallet on the table. 'Tis the woman I want to find," replied the stranger, in a gruff, assumed voice, as he fixed his flashing eyes on Tatter. "Here's one thousand pounds for you, if you show me where she is." "Count it out there for me, then." "Count it yourse lf, said Maurice Collier, as he pushed the wallet toward Tatter. "Ugh! how my ankle pains me, I must rub more of this liquor on it before I can say any more." And the man reached across the table for the black bottle, while Tatter Jack seized the walle t in his ravenous paws. "Faith, but I ought to charge ye for that fine whisky ye're wasting on me, too, he laughed, as he clappaa the wallet in his pocket; "but I won't be too hard on ye. / Supposing ye keep the whisky and I 'll keep the money safe for ye till I have time to count it. Ha! ha! ha! Fair exchange, ye know, sir, is no robbery," "That's true, Jack Welsh, you villain!" cried the man. "Take that!" With a lightning-like movement Maurie struck the rascal in the face with the bottle, while 11t the same moment he seized the pistol and turned it toward the ceiling. Bang! w ent the weapon, and down O:il the floor by the table w ent Tatter Jack, with his assailant ov e r him. Blood an' 'ounds!" yelled the scoundrel as he felt the man's strong grasp on his throat; "but I'll murder ye for this, whoever ye are! If ye know Jack Welsh, ye know what he's able to do." "Aye, that I do ; and you know full well what I'm able to do, you scoundrel! yelled Maurice Collier as he forced the pistol from his opponent' s grasp and flung it aside. "You have fel t my arm before, and now I'll show you what I can do again. Take that-and that! d yet Maurice Collier realized at tha t moment that it "In the name of wo n d e r, who are ye at all?" gasped the d be necessary to use a little strategy in order to bring d efeated wretch as he stared at his foe. "Oh, murther! mur-illain within the reach of his strong arm. the r! I know ye now, captain. Heavenly Father, is it living Tis money you want, then?" he replied, as he withdre w or dead ye are?" and from the revolver on the table and placed it in his et. "How much will you take to show me where the an is at present?" thousand pounds," replied Tatte r Jack, "or five thousand rs in the American money. 'Tis all one to me. I'm of half of it for holding her for the colonel, and no Alive you infernal rascal! cried Maurice Collier, in a fierce voice, and I'll ,.soon make a corpse of you if you don't do my bidding. Is this the way you treat me after your oath, you dog? Do ]Ou forget how I saved your worthless life wnen the bloodhounds were after you in the woods of Australia?" "Stop-stop, captain, agra, and I'll tell ye. I'll go for her ke." this minnit an' bnng her to ye! yelled Tatter, as he stared ere it is for you," said Maurice Collier, as he drew forth at the uplifted bottle. I-filled wallet. "Come in and go it, for I can't stir with oot." "Silence, you scoundrel! cried Maurice Collier as he bent ye take me for a born fool to venture in there so that his ear to listen. "What is that I hear?" uld blaze away at me with that pistol before ye?" re" 'Tis only the cats outside, sir!" cried Tatter, eagerly. the cunning Tatter. rascal's eyE's gleamed with avarice as he looked at the t in the stranger's hand, and he muttered to himself: dad, but this is a great Godsend, intirely! I'll have penny he's got afore I'm done with him; and I'll get ve hundred pounds from the colonel after." "They're always whining about here be night." "That's not a cat, you infernal scoundrel. Don't open your lips again!" The cold perspiration rolled down on Tatter Jack's face as he stared at the deadly weapon, while Maurice Collier listened anxiously to the suppressed moaning that arose from the cellar under the back room, u are a great fool or a coward," replied Maurice Col to think that a maimed man would be up and down There! Now come in and I'll settle with you at "That's a human voice! he cried as he seized the trembling wretch once more. "Great heavens! she's down in some hole under here all this time, you dastardly fiend! Up and beat the man at the table uttered these words he flung the me to her at once. No more humbugging, you lying scoun-er across the room and then held up his hands. drel!" gor. he manes fair, and so do I!" muttered Tatter Jack, Maurice Collier fairly dragged the wretch from hi11 knees

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. to ,his feet as he uttered these words, and he ::;prang from his chair at the same moment. Tatter Jack knew that it was now impossible to conceal the woman's hiding place, as the groans could be heapd distinctly; but the desperate wretch was determined to make another effort to bafHe and defeat the lame man. A moment after and her father's voice was heard a door, saying: "You call down there as soon as you can, driver. I not be able to leave my son." "All right, sir," replied the driver. And then Fannie heard' the coach driving away fro "Be the holy farmer, sir!" he cried, "I thought she was out door. in the woods all---" "Oh, father!" she cried, as she op!)ned the dom', "1 "HU'$h, you viilain! She's unde r the floor in this room been waiting for you. Where have you be e n a l l t h e ni here-in the cellar. Come in come in, and no more of, your lying tricks, or I'll kill you! Hopping on one leg M a uric e Colli e r dra gg e d Tatter Jack to the inner room; and then the groans and mo ans were heard more distinctly. "Up with that tra p door, you s c oundrel, and then down with you, and bring her up here. Oh, Mary-Mary, poor girl, what a place to put you! Ah, you villain, you'll suffer for this!" "I didn't put her there, captain, at all-at all!" cried Tatter Jack as he lifted the trap door. 1 The man ben' t down to gaze into the dark cellar, crying: "Mary-Mary, I'm coming to save ye! Down with you, you villain!" "Down with yerself, and the divil give ye welcome!" cried Tatter Jack, springing suddenly on the ungua rded man and flinging him into the cellar. "Ha! ha! ha! As brave and as clever as you are, me brave capta in, ye 're not able to be up and down with Jack Welsh yet, in the long run. Now, ye murthering thief, I'll have yer money and yer life at that! Then the triumphant wretch indulged in a yell of joy as he closed the trap and sprang out to the other room to secure one of the revolvers which Maurice Collier had left on the table. "I must ma)r.e haste and finish them both off, grab the money and be off afore them chaps he mentioned comes hare," he muttered, as he stole back to the inner room. "I wonder if he's .sensible after that toss. Oh, bedad, there's not a stir out of him, and the woman is quiet, too. There's nothing for me to do but finish the pair of them, take the money, set the house on fire and be off!" CHAPTER XVII. FAI'rHFUL FANNIE ON THE WATCH. When Colonel Costello left the boarding house with Tobin, in order to go and drag Gerald the station-house and carry him to that old house in the Jersey wood, his daughter Fannie was weeping. The poor girl was deeply a'fllicted, indeed, at the of the night. incidents "Oh, what can I do at all?" muttered Fannie. "I know father and that hateful Tobin are away now on a fiendish "What are you doing down here at this hour, girl? r the angry man. Up with you to bed at once. How is Os "He's sleeping, sir. Oh, father, what hav2 you been d with poor Gerald ? The colonel bent down his head to his o;i,u ghtr,r's ear, answered: "Never mention that name, while you :ve, again, o disown you girl! 'l'ne scoundrel is now i:J. DY power, and die a dog's death! Here comes the ser v a n t Get up to room, I say." The colonel maoo his excuses to the servant G;r: hr turbing her at that hour, and then he retired t.:: : .rn where his son was sleeping. It was after eigl1t o'clock on the following morning the colonel led his daughter down to the breakfast table, the first person he encountered there was the young d Bernard Collier. "Morning, colonel; good morning, Miss Fannie," lispe young dandy. "Hear Oscar met with a11 accident last By George, they gave me a rough shaking also. Wha become of my uncle, colonel ?1 "Why, he went to look for you, sir," replied Colonel tello. "Has he not returned?" "By Jove! he has not been in his room all night, col lmt he'll come home all safe. A hardy old gentleman, uncle of mine, Miss Fannie. I say, colonel, I hear you se that daring rascal." "Yes--yes," returned the colonel as he drew the young out in the hall. "I would like to speak to. you a mo Mr. Collier. How did you escape last night, after you knocked down in that hall? I thought you were killed. "Me kille.d! Ha! ha! that's a good joke, colonel, 'po word. By Jove! I got a hard crack, though, you may on it. Halloo, here's your man .l!"'riday." "Ha! Tobin! cried the colonel as that individual ru into the hall. "What's the matter now?" "Matter, sir? Why, that born divil has escaped again he came near killing me. Come up to the room, sir, a mon for I have something s aycret to tell you." "Escaped again!" muttered the colonel as he followed 'Ii upstairs, leaving the prete nded Bernard Collier smiling i hall. "He is a born devil in earnest, curse him! Tot Tobin, all is lost unless we secure the woman again. Te what happened." mission, and I have no one that I can call on to help the poor The las t words were uttered in the private room to '\'\( fellow. Oh, I do wish Mr. Collier and his nephew would come, Tobin had hastily led him. and I'd confide in them. Poor Gerald! Poor Gerald! How "Listen to me, sir," sai d Tobin, "and don't be comrnl they have ab used you!" ing to blame me." And the distressed girl flung herself on a chair, striving to And the man gave an account of his encounter with th1 form some plan for Gerald's protection. sailor in the cellar, his capture by Gerald and his assisl Hour after hour passed away, and she listened for her and then his release by Jake Johnson, the driver, half an l father's footsteps on the stairs, while she continued to weep before. and pray for her young lover, hoping also for the 'return of old In the .meantime the pretended Bernard was starf Collier and his nephew. Toward morning a violent ring was heard at the door-bell and the impetuous Fannie sprang downstairs to open it, muttering: in the hall, muttering: "I suppose that driver let Tobin go and the old sailor IP offer to stop him, as I advised him. Now, I must be a'.I meet him, and look for mother and the others. Good mor 'Tis father or the others. done with Gerald." I'll soon know what they have Miss Fan.nie." "One moment, Mr. Collier, I beg of you," said FannJS

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. 25 id her hand on his arm and led him into the parlor. "! to speak a word to you." thousand, if you like," was the lad's gallant reply as he his earnest eyes on the fond girl before him. "You know e you dearly." nd I told you before that I can never return that lovll. Coll}er. Oh, if you care for me now, do me a kindness. to me." the confiding girl told the young man the whole story r Jove and her sorrows, and the anguish she was in at moment, fearing that her lover was in the power of his less enemies. spite of you, and I am now in a fair way to accomplish it as .l!,annie will be with me when you read this. "Once for all, I tell you that it will be wise for you ts surrender your ill-gotten wealth and give up persecuting me. If you do not heed this warning I will never attempt to stay the dreadful vengeance that is now pursuing you. "Your dutiful son-in-law that soon will be, "GERAJ,D O'GRADY." It is not possible to describe the rage and astonishment of the bewildered conspirator when he perused this note; and when he returned to Oscar's room, where Tobin awaited him, his face wore a livid hue, while his eyes were glaring with Mr. Collier," she cried, "do assist me in saving this passion. fellow. He hasn't a friend.in the world save myself, and e to save him. I know you are generous and you'll forme for refusing you when I tell you that I loved poor d O'Grady ever since I first met him." Jove! Miss Fannie," returned the disguised lad, while art was bounding with joy, and he could hardly refrain clasping the devoted girl to his breast, "but you are in mma. Hang me 0if I wouldn't run off with the lucky dog arry him at once." that is impossible, sir," said Fannie. "I would fly him to-morrow, to-day, this hour. if he could only fly me." CHAPTER XVIII. THE OuNNING TOBIN Jl.IAKES A DISCOVERY. Colonel Costello was so fearfully agitated that he could not utter a coherent expression for some time, but strode to and fro in the room, now glaring at Tobin, and then at his lashed and branded son, while he hissed maledictions between his clenched teeth. 's here. and he's ready, my own darling, my fond girl, Tobin watched bis master with a curious eye, and there was uest of the true!" cried Gerald, as he clasped the young a peculiar expression in the villain's face as he looked at the his arms and kissed her over and over again. "Don't note which the colonel still held. in his hand. ghtened, Fannie, for I am your own Gerald.'' the daring fellow pulled off the eyeglasses and the whiskers, displaying to Fannie the well-known features young lover. acious heavens. Gerald!" she cried, "put them on again e. Oh, if father recognized you he would shoot you on staut! Is it possible that you were Gerald all the time, didn't know you? Oh, what will we do now?" with me at once, darling," was the impetuous reply, e found a good friend who is able to protj'lct us. I have my poor mother, whom your father has kept concealed long. Oh, Fannie, darling, 'tis a pity he's your father, for e greatest villain unhung to-day!" sh, Gerald-hush!" an't, Fannie, when I think of all I have suffered at his My darlir.g, I know you'd forgive me if you saw me him. Only for your sake I'd have lashed him last night, id Oscar. lf I knew as much then as I know now I'd "What is the matter now, father?" inquired Oscar, as he turned on his bed of pain. "Matter!" cried the e xcited man. "The furies and all the fiends are conspiring against us. Fannie has eloped with that infernal young puppy!" "With young Collier, sir?" inquired Tobin. "No1 no! With Gerald O'Grady. Oh, curse him-a thousand curses rest on him! He is in league with the devil himself." "Begor, but there's three of his imps working hard for him, at all events," said Tobin; "and the sailor this morning seems to be the worst of them. Colonel, do you know what I'm thinking?" "What is it, Tobin?" "I'm just thinking we've been humbugged all along be that young dandy and his uncle, who calls himself Maurice Collier." "What do you mean, Tobin? You don't mean to say that they are in league with our enemies?,. "I mane to say, and I'll maintain it, that they are not only illed him. But I won't talk of it any more. Come with worki.ng with our enemies, but that they are our worst enemies / once. Your father and Tobin are upstairs plotting j themselves I'll wager all ye owe me now that this young t me. On with your things and slip out of the door. I dandy is no other than Gerald O'Grady himself, and that the eet you up at Broadway. Come, Fa.nnie!" ould man is the very chap we left for dead up on the road don't ask me, Gerald!" in Jersey. Oh, colonel, 'tis we've been born fools intirely!" ember your promise long ago on the banks of the "You're mad, Tobin!" cried the master. "The idea is ri-n River, darling. Come with me now, and I'll love diculous. Why, he was downstairs a while ago, and I suppose id guard you through life." he's here yet." go with you, Gerald," said the confiding girl, "for I "If I wasn't in such pain I'd laugh at you, Tobin," said ndure to remain with father and Oscar any longer. I'll Oscar. ou forever, but do try and forgive them for my sake." "Faith, but I'll be bound 'tis he's laughing at all of us an hour after, when Colonel Costello went to his now," returned Tobin. "There's one consolation, anywayer's room to call her to account for what she had said the ould divil is dead, sure!" r c:m the previous evening, he found a note in the deapartment which read as follows: "Why, I'll go right awayand call young Collier," :said Colonel Costello, as he moved to the door. !'Tobin, you are mad. Wait a moment." o::->EL CosTELLo.-1 told you before that I would lash and "Mad, am I?' muttered Tobin, with a knowing smile. "I your cowardly son, and I have kept my word to the j suspected that young buck all along, Master Oscar. D'ye micd as you are aware. I also promised you the same dose, how he led us on last night; do ye mind how he made off ;vas inclined to spare you for your daughter's sake. If I when we thought he was lying in the hall with his head broke; ek to injure. me again I'll keep my oath. do ye mind how he come to the: fore this morning, after he ce told you that I would marry your angel daughter in got away from me with the help of that ould devil of a sailor?

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. Where's the ould uncle, and why doesn't be show himself? mother!" hissed Colonel Costello. "I'd give half my f How does it happen that Miss Fannie made off a while ago, to have that young scoundrel in my power now!" after we left them together below? I tell you, Master Oscar, that--" "Tobin, I believe you're right. Oscar-Oscar, we have been blind fools!" cried Colonel Costello, as he burst into the room, looking, if possible, more excited than ever. "What have you discovered, father?" inquired Oscar. "Why, the servant girl tells me that she saw Fannie get into a coach on Broadway with Bernard Collier, half an hour ago. Ob, this is too much!" "And here comes Tatter Jack across the street!" cried Tobin, who bad been looking out of the .front window. "Be heaven, but he looks as if he had good news. I'll bring him up, sir." And Tobin rushed downstairs to meet his companion in CHAPTER XIX. A PLEASANT DRIVE AND A DISAPPOINTMENT. When Gerald O'Grady left the old sailor on the sid after having secured Tobin in the cellar, he returned old house, in order to find and put on the disguise suit 1lung aside before be wreaked his revenge on Oscar Co and that he bad not time to secure when attacked police. crime and treachery. The exultant lad found bis suit, false whiskers, etc. A few minutes afterward he returned to the bedroom, lead-secret closet which had been overlooked by the officer ing Tatter Jack with him. when he appeared before bis "friend in need," in the di "Great news intirely, sir," said Tobin as he closed the door. the old sailor was completely surpris. ed at the change. "Speak aisy now and we'll have the game in our own bands." "Thunder and lightning!" cried the old man as he "What is it, Tatter?" inquired the colonel, in an anxious at the young dandy. "I thought that I could show you tone. "You look as if you had found a crock of gold." or two in that way, butlyou can beat me, out and out." "And, bedad, but I have found a real mine, sir," replied "I put this on now, my good friend," returned Gerald, Tatter, with a broad grin; "and 'tis you'll say I deserve it, you might know me when you see me again. And so yo when I tell ye what I done for ye. 'fbe woman is safe and it necessary to assume disguises also, sir?" the man you most dreaded on earth is safe with her." "I do, young man; but I hope you won't ask me any "What do you mean, Jack?" inquired Colonel Costello. questions about myself, or I'm afraid we'll have a fallin "I mean what I say, sir. The woman that made away I promise you to fight your battles to the death against C from ye last night is now safe 'and sound up in the ould Costello; but it is not necessary that you should know and the man ye most dreaded on earth is safe with her." about me than you do now." "Who do you mean, Jack?" inquired the colonel again. "For heaven's sake, don't keep ine in susp ense!" "Whisper here, sir, and I'll tell you," replied Jack as be placed bis mouth to the colonel's ear and uttered a few words. "Great heavens, you don't say so!" cried the colonel. "Why, man, he's not alive." 1 "He was alive, and not much worse ari hour or so ago," re sponded Tatter'. "He'll live till I get the police on him and get me reward. There's a thousand pounds offered for him in Australia, and a free pardon to any one who gives him up." "And is it the man we see dead on the road be the horse, Tatter?" inquired Tobin. "The same man; and 'tis a hard battle be gave me for a dead man. Howsumever, I got him down in the hole at last, with the woman, and he was stunned by the fall. When I slipped down there he was, lying speechless beside her, and shE! almost as bad lierself." "Glory to ye, Jack!" said Tobin. "Faith, but 'tis ye aimed yer money. And what did ye do then?" "I wasn't sooner out of the bole when I heard some fellows "Never fear that I'll pry into your business, sir," resp Gerald. "Here's my address, if the scoundrel should e If Colonel Costello comes here first, secure him if you "Trust to me, young man. Now I'll go and get som to eat and drink, for I'm almost famished." And Gerald parted with the old sailor, wondering the who and what be could be, for be was more than inte in his new friend. "They're all down here by this time," he muttered turned bis steps toward the boarding house. "If I go to them I may miss them. I'll go to my room and take a r a couple of hours, and then I'll be off to look for moth wouldn't wonder if Mr. Collier was home before me." Though Gerald was in daily conference with the myst man who bad befriended him be did not attempt to qu him as to bis real name and antecedents. "From the interest be takes in mother and I," the man would reason, "as well as from what Yankee S told me, I strongly suspect that he's my uncle from Aus but it is not for me to force his confidence; and God bawling outside; and who should they be but some country he's acting like a father to me." neighbors, set on be the two chaps that tackled us in the "Don't ever dream of marrying that villain's dau woods." "Well, well; did you get rid l?f them?" inquired the colonel. "Of course, sir. I told them that the city chaps must be either making fun of them or that they came to the wrong house; that they could come in and look for themselves if they liked, but that me wife was sick with small-pox-that's what I give out there before-and 'twouldn't be safe for them to pome in." "You're a cute rascal, Jack," said Tobin; "so, of course, they Went away?" "Of course they did. Then I dressed me wound, slept till morning, and here I am. But I forgot to tell ye-who should I see driving up the road as I came through the woods, but the two divils that bate us last night, and inside the coach was a young dandy and a purty girl." "Gerald O'Grady, with Fannie, going looking for his Gerald," be would say. "Put it out of your head fo 'Tis only a boyish fancy, and you'll soon forget her, my Gerald would not reply to this unwelcome advice, for Ii not like to oppose bis protector; but be did cling to b love, trusting that time or opportunity would decide in favor. And now be is wending bis way to the boarding house hope of obtaining a private interview With Fannie before ing out to join bis mother. Gerald slipped into the boarding house with his nigh\ and then stole silently up to bis room, without being 1' that Fannie was watching for his footsteps until dayligbq In the morning; as we have seen, he encountered Cl, Costello and his daughter, and then 'robin's the young man the desired opportunity. 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GERALD O?GRADY'S GRIT. tor flight, Gerald hurried out in the street in the hope of there this afternoon on his coach. The black-looking scoun, ng some one of his trusty friends near at hand. drel is in there uow. They're up to something." d he was not disappointed, for the old sailor was watching "I'll soon find out what it is," said Gerald, "for I'll g( mat one corner, while Ned Burke and the young driver, right in." Smith, were on the lookout for him in a barroom close by. peculiar whistle from the doorway of that barroom caui;ed Id to invite the old sailor into the place; and then Gerald duced his new friend to Ned Burke, while the latter pred the young driver as one who had fought and worked y in behalf of the hunted lad and his mother. en Ned Burke Gerald aside and told him of his er's disappearance, and of Maurice Collier's vigil in the armhouse. e must get out there at once," said the impetuous Gerald sure as you live, the rascal who kept her prisoner there seized her again and he's got her hiding in the neighboror in the house. You and this brave young man will go ce and get us another coach. Meet me on Broadway as as possible, and don't be surprised if I have a young lady me. en Gerald held a hurried consultation with the old ger, and it was decided .that the latter would remain in e!ghborhood to watch the movements of Colonel Costello his associates. '11 take Fannie up with me to look for mother," muttered d, as he hastened toward Broadway. "I know mother will her, and Mr. Collier, whoever he is, will have to forgive CHAPTER XX. "WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?" With a smiling face and outstretched hand Colonel Costello met the unsuspicious Gerald in the hallway. At that moment the servant girl passed them in the hall, and Gerald caught a warning glance from her eye. And Gerald walked into the dining-room after the servant girl. "What's wrong, Mary?" he said, in a low voice, as he passed the girl on the way to the refrigerator. "Here's a clean glass, Mr. Collier," replied the girl as she handed one to "Beware of the colonel, for he knows you ran away with his daughter." The last sentence was uttered in a low voice. "Many thanks, Mary," said the young man, in a gay voice. "I won't forget you when I'm making. my will." And Gerald slipped a gold piece into the girl's hand as he continued, in a whiiwer: "Slip 0ut to the next corner and you'll see an old sailq,: 1 rald did not have long to wait for the devoted girl, and waiting there. Just t e ll him for ma that he and his friends :Qurke and the young driver were soon on hand with fresh must follow the travelers if t am not out with them." s and a clqse carriage. and on, over the plank road the carriage rattled, Ned e whistling "Love's Young Dream;" and now and then ng a joke with the driver, at the expense of those inside, were almost as "happy as happy could be." hope to goodness we'll find mother with Mr. Collier," said d, when they reached the yard. d great was the disappointment of all when they enThen the young man walked out into the hall and sprang up the stairs, taking two at a bound, though he felt that he was about to face a grave peril. ''He knows I ran off with his daughter," thought Gerald "but I can laugh him out of that. If he has discovered who I am, then it is a struggle for life in earnest. I'll have it, at any rate, and who knows but I may find mother at once." And the young man h a d one hand on the knob of the the house to find that neither the faithful watcher nor room door where Oscar was confined, while he was assuring oman was there to meet them. himself with the other that his pisto) was ready for instant arch high and low!" cried Gerald to Ned Burke. "And use. itriver, make off to the next house to see if the people When he entered the room Oscar was sitting up in the anything about them. There's some treachery and mys-bed and Colonel Costello and Tobin were standing near him. I One hasty glance around the apartment and preparations for that moment Maurice Collier and his mother were lying a journey, as the large trunk, of which the old sailor made e e -dark cellar below, and neither of them was able to mention, was lying open in the middle of the large room, the slightest signal to those who were so anxiously lookwhile two smaller ones w ere in the corner near the door. or them, for Tatter Jack Welsh had performed his vile most effectually. e young driver returned with some of the people who frightened away by the report of the small-pox given by Tatter Jack, and hours were spent in the fruitless h for the missing ones length it was agreed by all that Maurice Collier and d's mother had been either murdered by their enemies h reed away to some secret hidjng place in the neighborhood New York City. 1 raid was somewhat despondent when evening approached, It was decided to return to the city in order to watch the irators' movements. Ir ving Fannie at a hotel in Jersey City the young man his friends sought the old sailor and learned from him neither Tobin nor Colonel Costello had left the_ house g the. day. hang-dog looking rascal went in there this morning," the old sailor, "and the fellow you call Tobin met him e door. He came out soon after and brought back the that drove the coach last night. I think they're pre-g for a journey, for the same driver took a big trunk "We have been anxiously looking for you, Mr. Collier," said Colonel Costello, the moment Gerald crossed the threshold. "What have you done with my daughter?" As the man asked this abrupt question he sprang between Gerald and the door, turned the key in the lock, drew a re volver and aimed it at Gerald's head. 'Tis only the daughter," thought the young man. "They don't suspect me otherwise." Then, pretending to be dreadfully emba_rrassed, he stammered forth: 'Pon my honor, colonel-ahem-you know-you will ex cuse me-ahem-wouldn't resist, yotJ know. Fannie is such a charming creature-ahem. Intentions strictly honorableahem! Fannie begs forgiveness, you know, and all that:" "This is all nonsense!" cried Colonel Costello, as he sprang on Gerald with the revolver. ''You cannot humbug us any more. Off with that disguise. Tobin, seize the infernal drel." "Betrayed!" cried Gerald, as he sprang back ln the room and drew his revolver. "Colonel Costello, and you Tobin, stand back, or your blood will be on my hands! I prdmised your daughter to-day that I would spare you, sir. Keep back, you

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28 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. hound, or I'll send a ball through your head! Aha! you cowardly dogs, Gerald O'Grady defies you all, still!" The defiant lad had retreated to the back of the room, placed his back to a closet door and now stood facing his three foes, for Oscar was on the floor, pistol in hand, w,ith the others. "At him, Tatter!" cried Tobin. Gerald felt the closet giving way suddenly behind him, and before he could move aside he received a blow on the head that felled him to the floor. "Down on the villain! cried the colonel. And all four of his assailants flung themselves on Gerald cieized his arms, silenced his cries, and dragged him into closet. Gerald struggled manfully, kicking and striking, and endeavoring to call aloud for assistance; but it was al! in vain, as they succeeded in gagging him and binding his hands and feet, after they had pounded him almost into "Off with his coat, wig and false whiskers, and you slip them on with the glasses, Tatter," said To)Jin, as they flung Gerald in the closet and closed the door on him. "There's some one knocking at the door, colonel. 'Tis Master Oscar here that's touched in the head, you know, and he's kicking up the big rumpus in here." Tatter Jack put on the disguise. Oscar sprang into the bed and then Colonel Costello opened the door. "My son is a little deranged, ma'am, he said to the lady of the hou se, who had been somewhat alarmed at the uproar, "and we were compelled to nse a little force to get him to bed. I'm sorry to say, Mrs. Duncan, t?at we will have to take him away to the asylu m at once. Tobin, go order the carriage. Mr. Collier and I will be able to manage Oscar until you come back." The landlady expressed her regrets, and the servant girl, who was standing behind her, saw Tatter, in Gerald's disguise, bending over the man in the bed and did not dream of treachery. Tobin hurried away after the carriage, and then the colonel closed and locked the door again. "Begor," said Tatter Jack, as he looked at himself in the glass, "but I'd make a fine young buck in this rig, so I would." "Keep your mouth shut and you'll do," returned the colonel. "Now drag the villain out, and that_ trunk with him. Oscar, are you able to travel with us to see the hound flayed alive?" "I don't feel any pain now, father," was the son's reply, as he drew on his coat; "I could travel a hundred miles to gloat over his suffering. I will be able to lay on the lash with a vengeance." "Ha! ha! Gerald O'Grady," hissed his enemies, as they dragged the helpless lad from the closet, "we have you in saw the party drive away from the door. "Why, Mr. Co is all in all with the colonel." "Danged if I know what to make of it all," said Ned B to his companions, as they stood under an awning and wat the departure. There's the lad himself going with him of own free will." "That's not our lad, you fool!" said the old sailor, who passed the door while the pretended dandy was assis Oecar out to the carriage. "I saw the fellow's feet, and he on common shoes. There's some treachery at work; 1 follow that carriage, as the lad ordered. Who knows but muffied-up chap may be your friend?" "My coach is around the corner," said the young dri "That's Jake Johnson's coach, and that's Jake, himself, d ing. Let's get right on after them at once. Hanged if I d believe we'll have another race and another fight to-night! Down Broadway rattled Jake Johnson's cab, and at a s distance behind rolled Gerald's friends. When Sam Smith reached the Jersey ferry he 'saw that other coach was on the boat that was just leaving the slip "All the better," said he to Ned Burke. "We know wh they're going, and I can catch up with them on the roa "But they might kill the darling lad in the meantim returned Ned Burke. "Bedad, but I'd give six months'. to know whether he's with them at all or no." "He's in that big trunk as sure as you live," said the k old sailor. "Follow them to that old house you speak and we'll pounce on them when they least expect it." CHAPTER XXL MAURICE COLLIER'S STRUGGLES AND AGONY. When Maurice Collier was flung into the cellar by t treacherous Tatter, he struck bead-foremost on the ha ground below, and then it was no shamming with the bo man, for he was insensible when hiS' assailant slipped do to bind and gag him, as well as to secure his wallet. When Maurice Collier opened his eyes again he was seat on a chair in tbe front room of the old house. Tattet Ja Welsh was holding a bottle of liquor to his lips, and Colon Costello and the others were standing around him. "Another swig, captain agra," said Tatter, with a fiendis smile, "and ye'll be yerself again. Begorra. but I thought we' never bring ye to, and such fine sport in store for ye." "You treacherous hound!" muttered Maurice Collier, as h stared around. "Aisy-aisy, captain," whined Tatter; "sure, that's m thanks for bringing ye back to life, and to see yer friends a around ye." our power once more, and we are going to take you to see "Friends!" cried Maurice Collier as he cast a look of hatre those you will be proud to meet. Your dearest friends will and defiance at Colonel Costello. "You infernal dog! I w witness your miserable death, for we will you to pieces a fool that I did not stra,;n_g;le you when I had the chance before the night is over." I Ha! Gerald, my poor fellow,'have they got you also?" "Begor, he's speechless, if he ain't dead, sir!" said 'fatter, Gerald could not answer this qu estion save by a nod of th as he looked at Gerald's pale face. head, for he was bound and gagged and secured to a chai "So much the better, if he is insensible," returned this re-in the middle of the room, while Tobin and Jake Johnso lentless enemy. "Into the trunk with him; leave his face up were standing by: him. so as he won't stifle, and then stuff the clothes around him "Aye!" cried Colonel Costello, "we've got Gerald-the youn so that he cannot use his limbs to make a noise. We'll soon cur-and his mother, too. Bring her out. Tatter, and le have him where his cries will not be heard by many." her see what her obstinacy has brought her to." The trunk was packed and locked, when Tobin appeared "Here they are, ma'am," said Tatter, as he led the afflicted with the driver, Jake Johnson. woman into the room. "There's your fine son over there Down the stairs', in the big trunk, Gerald was borne, folagain." low ed by the colonel and the pretended young dandy, bearing "And there's your convict husband! cried Colonel Costello, Oscar between them. as he pointed to Maurice Collier. "Does he not look like a "They've made it up nicely," said the servant girl as shi:i ghost?"

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT "Gracious heaven!" cried the woman, as she sprang toward the prisoner, "it isn't Eugene? Speak, sir, for God's sake; I'll know your voice if you are my own dear husband." "Drag off this false beard, Mary," replied the man, in a low voice, and then you'll know me." "I know you now!" cried the woman as she tore away the false whiskers. "Great God! 'tis my own dear brother, Dick "Dick Nolan!" cried Colonel Costello as he glared at the prisoner's manly, open countenance. "As sure as I live, it .is Dick Nolan! Why did you tell me it was Eugene O'Grady, you scoundrel?" The last sentence was addressed to Tatter Jack, who was also staring at the prisoner. 'Pon me sowl, but I thought 'twas the captain himself," replied Tatter; "and, sure, what's the odds, for they were all one in Australia, and the mate, here, is as good as the cap tain any day." "Oh, Dick-Dick!" cried Mrs. O'Grady, as she embraced her brother, "what I have suffered from that fiend there; and poor Gerald, my darling boy, is now in his power. Can't you do anything to save him?" "Keep up your heart, my dear Mary," returned her brother; "I know--" "Drag that woman from him and see that the doors are secured!" cried Colonel Costello. "Dick Nolan, you sought my life, and you helped' that young cur to torture my son last night. Now I will not show you or him any mercy. Stop quails before the brave lad. See-see! he staggers and he's down. Ned Costell o, the hand of God has struck your son. Gerald, my lad, see him before you." "He's only fainted, sir!" cried Tobin, as he sprang to lift Oscar, who had fallen to the floor just as he was in the act of raising the lash on his defiant enemy. "More brandy, Tatter. He's coming to, all right now, sir." "Place .him in a chair and I will go on with the lashing," cried Colonel Costello, as he. seized the heavy lash. "A father'i;; vengeance on you, you young fiend! Now--" The hand was raised to strike Gerald on the bare back, when a loud voice atthe corridor rang out: "A father's vengeance on you, you hell-hound of the world!" At the same moment a pistoi shot rang out from outside and Colonel Costello uttered a cry of pain as he dropped the lash, yelling: "We are betrayed, Tobin! I'm shot through the hand. Out with the lights and fight to the death!" "To the death it is, then!" yelled the voice at the window. "Burst in the door, my brave men!" CHAPTER XXII. '.l'HE THREATS IN THE DARK AND THE S'I' RUGGLE IN LIGHT. "Hurrah-hurrah!" yelleu Gerald, as he heard the thunder-that woman's cries, and tie up the young cur to the bed-post!" ing at the door, while he endeavored to burst the cords that "See here, sir," said Jake Johnson, the driver, "this thing him. "Now, you infernal hounds, we'll see who has is going too far. I didn't bargain to stand by and see a the upper hand at last!" young fellow flogged to death before his mother. I'm not a "Silence, Gerald!" was the W1trning whisper f11om his uncle regular savage, I ain't, and I won't stand that!" as he sprang to the lad's side, dragging the chair to which he "Don't be a fool, driver, but let us have our way and you'll was secured with him. "The fight is not over yet, and we be well paid." are prisoners." "Hanged if I can stand this!". returned the driver as he "And you'll be the first to fall!" hissed a fierce voice in reply. met the appealing glances cast on him by the afflicted woman. "I'm a rounder, I am, and I can lay out a man, but I can't take a hand in such work as this. Come out with me, missus, and you won't see it." Mrs. O'Grady's hands were bound and a gag was in her mouth, or she would have uttered blessings on this man's head; while all it was, she could only appeal to him with tears and moans to save her son. "Go out, Mary," said her brother, "and pray to God to send help to your son." "Yes, yes, mother!" cried the undaunted Gerald, "if I must suffer, don't you remain to witness it. God bless you, my good fellow, though you are acting with these cursed, miserable cowards." The room was then in darkness, as Tobin had put out the lights kt Colonel Costello's command, but the nephew and uncle recognized the voice of their ancient enemy above the thundering at the stout door. They could also hear Tobin's voice inquiring: "Wouldn't it be better to slip out the back way, sir, and make off? The devil only knows how many of them is out side." "Not a step will I fly! responded the desperate man. "You and Jack welsh stand by me, and we'll kill them all! Oscar, are you able to stand and fight with us, my son?" "I am, father," was the faint reply. "Where can that driver be?" continued the colonel. "Oh, we were fools to let him go! 1'i Colonel C!ostello saw that Jalrn Johnson was stubborn in "He's guarding the woman outside," returned Tobin, "and his purpose, and as he did not care to provoke the driver, you may rely on him on a pinch. Heavens, sir, but they'll he cried: &oon be in on us! "Let them out, Tobin. Driver, on your life, don't let that woman escape Now, Oscar, get ready to Jay on the villain!" The driver led the heart-broken woman from the house, and the door was no sooner closed Cm them than Oscar Costello, lash in hand, advanced on the defiant Gerald. "Now, you vile dog! cried the vengeful young villain, "l' 11 pay you back with interest upon interest. Another sup of that brandy, Tobin, for I must have double strength." "Fire on them as they come in!" was the bold order, "an
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30 O'GRADY'S GRIT. A deep silence followed this threat, and Gerald felt the I The young driver was somewhat stunned by the sudden blow barrel of the revolver at his forehead, while Oscar seized him given him by Jake Johnson, but he was now on his feet again, by the throat, as he muttered in his ear: and it was evident, from the fierce glances cast at his late as ''I'll kill you, G e r ald O'Grady, if it was the last shot I ever sailant, that he meditated retaliation. fired. I'll have your life for my eye and the disg!'aceful pun-Tatter Jack was still crouching on the floor, and hugging ishment you gave me last night." the wounded leg, while he continued to bemoan his hard "rm worth two dead men yet, you cur!" yelled Gerald, as he fortune, in low tones, and watching the while, with cunning once more endeavored to ourst his bonds "And you'll never eyes, for a chance to escape from a fray ""hich was not all be anything but a miserable dog. Burst in the door, Ned over, as he judged by any means. 1 Burke. They haven't the heart to shoot us. In with it, my The old sailor stood for some moments staring at the woman friends, and kill the dogs! and Gerald, and it was evident that he was fearfully agitated, "Aye, aye! yell e d his uncle. "And take that, you infernal as he muttered: 1 villain!" As the strong man spoke he raised the chair to which he had been secured and struck Colonel Costello full in the face, felling him to the floor and knocking the pistol from his hand. 'I'he revolver exploded as it struck the floor and Tatter Jack yelled: "Murther alive, but I'm hit in the leg! Oh, bad cess to the luck, but I'm airning me--" A thundering crash at the door, a cry of rage from those outside, and the old sailor and Ned Burke dashed into the room, followed by Sam Smith, the young driver, with a pistol in one hand and the carriage lamp in the other. "Don't shoot your friends! yelled the old sailor as he glanced around the room for a moment: Bang! bang! bang! went three shots, as the desperate conspirators fired on their prisoners as well as their assahants. Gera,ld O'Grady could feel a sharp sensation in his ears as Oscar's weapon blazed before him, and then he heard a fierce "My God! can it be possible that we all meet in this way? Poor Mary-my darling wife-how you have since I saw you. And my son, too. Great God! what a miracle it was that I was led here to save him! They all think me dead. None of them expect me yet. How will it all end?" And this was the very question that was running in Tobin's mind when he realized the position of affairs at that moment; while Jake Johnson was equally anxious for a settlement, as he said: "If this row is going to be fought right out here, let us see how we stand. "Ther e's the villain that knocked yer off yer coach last night!" cried Tobin, as he sprang to the driver's side, while he pointed to Ned Burke. "I'll stand by Colonel Costello and his son to the bitter end against them, and I warn ye all that ye are taking the part of convicted felons." "That they are, an' I'll swear to it!" cried Tatter Jack as he crawled toward Tobin and Jake Johnson. voice, crying: "For mercy' s sake!" cried Fannie, as she saw that the fight "He's murdered the lad. Take that, you cowardly whelp! was about to be renewed, "would you commit murder before Down with them all, friends.!" us? Oh, Gerald-Gerald! do stop this cruel work. Look at Ned Burke felt a ball go whizz by his head before he could I my father-look at poor Oscar Stop, Gerald-stop!" comprehend the situation of friends and foes; and then he "There's only one way to stop bloodshed!" cried the old eprang at Tobin, who was in the act of firing at the old sailor. sailor, in a husky voice. "What in the thunder is all this?" yelled a voice at the door Colonel Co;itello was now sitting on the floor, his daughter as Jake Johnson appeared on the scene and 'stared at the bending over him, and his son and friends around him, for desperate combatants. Osc a r had moved over to the side of the room where his father I It was a scene to cause the old rounder's heart to leap with was lying. excitement; and it did not take him long to decide as to the "What is that, sir?" demanded the colonel as he stared at course of action. the old sailor, while he seized the revolver that had fallen "Thunder and lightning!" he yelled. "This is a regular from him. "We'll show no mercy to that young dog, while I rough-and-tumble, and I must take a hand in, right off! Sam have a hand left to shoot him down! Smith, you and me have an old crow to pluck, and now's our chance I'm at you!" And before the young driver could turn to defend himself, Jake Johnson sprang on him, striking him on the s ide of the head with his revolver and sending him reeling to the floor. Picking up the lamp, Jake Johnson placed it on the window, and then he made a dash at the old sailor, who had just succeeded in setting Gerald at liberty. At that moment piercing cries and screams were heard out side, and two female forms rushed into the room. "My son! my son!" cried Mrs. O'Grady, as she stared at the scene of violence. "Oh, Gerald-Gerald! have they murdered you? "Father-Oscar-Gerald!" cried Fannie Costello, as she ,wrung her hands in anguish, "are you all dead?" As the young girl uttered these words she flung herself on the prostrate man, who was lying on the floor, completely ex hausted by the struggle with Gerald's uncle, who was lying insensible near him, Tobin and Ned Burke were pounding away at each other when they heard the cries sent up by the alarmed females, and then they stopped the struggle and stopd pa;uting for breath. Oscar Costello was lying near the bed to which Gerald had been bound, and he was glaring up at friends a:nd enemies, when Fannie rushed t o her father's side. "I defied you before and I defy you now, you villain!" cried Gerald. "Mother, stand aside and let us fight it out. Fannie, for God's sake leave the -house a while. Death al111ne can de cide between us. You see, your father is bent on my destruc tion." II CHAPTER XXIII. STANDING AT BAY. Gerald had secured the ;veapon which the old sailor had knocked out of Oscar's hand, and he now stood beside his moth.er, the blood flowing from the wound in his ear, while the old sailor, Ned Burke, and the young driver took their stand beside him. "Peace, all of you!" cried the old sailor, in the same husky tones, "and listen to me!" "Fire ahead!" replied Jake Johnson. "Let's all! lower our shooters till we hear what the old sailor coon has to say, though I don't see what right he has to interfere." yelled the disguised man as he dragged away hi!\ false beard. "The best, the holiest right a man could have. This woman is my dear wife! This brave lad is my only son!"

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GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT, 31 "Eugene! Eugene!" cried the woman, as she started at the familiar face, and then flung herself into her husband's arms. "Oh, merciful father! are you alive, after all?" Tobin was in the act of binding a handkerchief around Colonel Costello's wounded hand when the old sailor an nounced himself to friends and enemies, and the desperate conspirator could not suppress a cry of surprise as he recog nized the countenance of the man whom he had so treacherously wronged, and who was supposed to be sleeping death's sleep far away in that Australian bay. "Is it himself, sir?" inquired Tobin, in a low voice. Fannie by the hand and led her forth, though each of them cast appealing glances on those whom they loved. "Now," said Gerald's father, "I propose that this hound will figh t me like a man. Costello, will you stand before me for your life, or must I kill you as I would a dog?" "And I'll fight Oscar!" cried Gerald. "He shot me in the ear to-night, and I want another eye for it, at least. Stand out, you cur, and face me!" "I'll not honor a convicted felon by fighting a duet 'fith him," sneered Colone! Costello; "but I 'll shoot him like the robber that he is. Take that!" "Curses on him, yes," was the reply. Tobin, now or never, "None of that, boss!" cried Jake Johnson, as he struck up must we crush them!" \ the colonel's pistol. "He's offered you the square thing, as "Is it the captain in airnest?" said Tatter Jack as he stared far as I can see, and I won't stand to you if you don't take at the old sailor. "Heavens alive, but we 're in for bloody work him up. Hold back there, you fellers, and I'll fix things!" now, and no mistake. The other was bad enough, but he's As the man uttered these words he sprang in front of the the divil--" two parties and waved them back, just as Gerald and his "If he had all the fiends in the lower regions on his side friends were about to fire on their hated foes. I'd crush him!" hissed Colonel Costello, as he looked around "Stand aside there, all of you!" again cried Jake Johnson; at bis friends, as if to count heads. "only you, boss, and your man. We don't want no wholesale "They're five of them agin five of us, sir," said Tobin, "and slaughter here, if m can settle it otherwise. The first man it won't be any child's play." who offers to fire, I'll shoot him down! He offers to fight you Fannie Costello, who was standing near her father and re-fair, boss, and if you're not a coward you'll take him up." garding Gerald and his parents with intense interest, over"Have at him, sir!" whispered Tobin to his master. heard this plotting. "Stand before me there, you whelp! yelled the enraged "Oh, father!" she said, in earnest tones, "do give up this colonel. "I have only my left hand, but I'll kill you with that. cruel work. They will murder you all, for you know that they I always hated you, Eugene O'Grady and I'll crush you now!" will not give up to you. Gerald is--" "I'll take no advantage of you, villain that you are!" replied "Go to him. you hussy!" cried the enraged man as he flung Gerald's father, as he changed his weapon to the left hand. the girl away from him. "I'll kill him before your eyes. "Now then it's the last time we'll ever meet on earth and Tobin, and all of you, stand by me, now, and we'll fight them ,.know' you, 'before you die, that I am a free man and i: can to the bitter end." return to my own land and home to-morrow." "Costello, you infernal villain!" commenced Gerald's father, As the exile uttered these words he drew a document from "you know that you deserve death at my hands, and here I his pocket and held it up before his adversary, as he conswear to God that you and I will not leave this house to-tinued: night without settling accounts; listen to what I propose "As I may fall now, I will tell you all something that will "Rattle it out!" cried Jake Johnson. interest you. Don't give the word to fire for a few minutes, "I am speaking to you in particular," rdt.urned Eugene my good man." O'Grady, "for I understand from my wife that you befriended "When I attempted to escape with you that night, Dick." hef to-ntght, and I don't want to kill you if it can be helped." commenced Gerald's father, "you knew that the guard fired "Don't worry about me," said Jake Johnson, with a defiant on us while we were in the water, and that I was struck and smile. "I guess I can take care of myself. But go on with went down." your proposition." "I thought I'd never see you again, Eugene," said his "That fiend," continued Gerald's father, "betrayed me in brother-in-law. Ireland, and then he robbed my wife and son of my property. "I managed to reach the opposite shore, though I was woundHe dragged my wife from her home in Ireland and enticed ed in the shoulder, and I hid there in a cove for a few days her here to meet me, only to confine her in this house, to com-until an English manof-war put into the bay. Before long a pel her to sign a paper in which it was asserted that my son boat put out for the shore, and a party of Sailors, carrying here, was never born In wedlock. something in a box landed near the cove. A dead sailor was "He did that so that he could have my property in Ireland; in that box, and they were on shore for the purpose of burying and he did more. He endeavored to murder my brave son after having him disgraced and branded as a common felon. I have not time to tell you of all nis villainy at this time, but you have heard and seen enough to convince you, If you are not as great a scoundrel as those rascals who are his tools, that he does not deserve your aid and that it must be a struggle to the death between us." "'Oh, sir," cried Fannie, "do not say that! Oh, Gerald! Gerald! for my sake--" "I told you, Gerald," interrupted his uncle, "that this girl would interfere. Young lady, it would be better for you and my sister, there, to leave the house until this affair is settled." "I won't leave, persisted Fannie. "Oh, great heavens, what will I do?" "Leave the house and wait outside, Mary, I command you! said Eugene O'Grady to his wife. "And you, Miss Costello, will go with her. This is no place for ladies." There was something so stern and commanding in the man's voice that he was obeyed without a murmur, and his wife took their shipmate. "That night I dug up the box, stripped the corpse of its clothes, and put on it your convict suit, teavlng the body on the beach. "With the sailor's clothes on I walked to the next settlement, told the people that I was a deserter, and claimed assistance. Unfortunately-or rather fortunately, as it turned out-a party of sailors from another vessel came to the settlement that night in search of fresh provisions, and they bore me away with them. "As they were short-handed on board, I was allowed to work as a hand, and I was not punished as a deserter. On board that man-of-war was an old schoolmate of mine, serving as an officer, ahd he recognized me at once, though he did not me. I was on board of that vessel for more than a year, and we cruised all over the world until we came to New York. "While out in the Chinese waters the &hip's boat attacked some pirates on shore and they were badly beaten in the firit

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32 GERALD O'GRADY'S GRIT. attempt. The captain then led the second attack, and I was in the boat with him. The pirates fought like devils, driving us back to the boat and killing more than half of us. Just as we were retreating to the shore the captain, who was the last to turn, was shot down. I turned to see if he wa's all safe, when I saw half a dozen of the scoundrels trying to kill him. "Well, all that I will now say is that I managed to beat off the pirates and get the wounded captain safe back to the boat. ThO brave man recovered, returned to the place in a month and destroyed the pirates. He thanked me warmly for saving him; I was placed in a better position on board the ship and treated very kindly by all. father's body," did I ever dream it would come to this. I'll go mad! Father-father! what will I do without you?" Oscar Costello did lose his reason that night, and he spent the remainder of his days in a lunatic asylum. robin and Tatter Jack were arrested, tried and convicted of the, crimes charged against them, and they were sentenced to ten years in the Jersey State Prison. Jake Johnson was also arrested as their accomplice, but he managed to break jail and make off to California. When Gerald O'Grady sought Fannie Costello that night he learned from the devoted girl that she was instrumental "All this time I was not aware that my old schoolmate had saving his father from killing his enemy. recognized me, and when we reached New York I made up Fannie saw (from the window of the hotel in Jersey City my mind to desert the ship, make my way in disguise back where Gerald had placed her) the carriage drive past containto Ireland and punish, at all hazards, the scoundrel there, who, ing her father and the others, and she felt that they .werE; I had learned, was persecuting my wife and son. driving to the old house. "The. first night I landed in New York I fell in with.some Hastening downstairs she called a police officer and apscoundrels who robbed me of all I had, leaving me nothing but pealed to him to aid her in preventing the perpetration of a the old suit you now see on me. But for all that I was deter-crime. mined to go back to Ireland, until I met my son here and It happened that the two British officers heard the appeal, saw Costello at the same time." for they were guests at the hotel and they suspected at once The old sailor turned tO Gerald as he continued: "When I that Fannie's father was the man who had wronged the brave left you this evening I was going along the street, looking for sailor in whom they were so much interested. some place to get something to eat, when who should clap me Hastening to the authorities the officers took measures to on the shoulder but my old schoolmate, the officer who had arrest the conspirators; and, in the meantime, the anxious recognized me on board the vessel. Here's what he gave me, Fannie hired a conveyance to take her to the scene of the and this is what he told me: outrage. f d f h d As she was hastening through the woods to the house, '.'After the recovered, my nen -or is a goo having left the conveyance with the driver on the roadway, fnend-told him all me, for he knew my well, Fannie encountered Mrs. O'Grady, where she had been secured as he of your v_illamy, Costello. The become to a tree by Jake Johnson when the rounder returned to take more than mterested m me, and he used all the mfluence ,. a hand in the fight. he could to have the me a full Of course, the devoted girl was terribly affected. by her pardon. There it is, Gerald, my son. He is stnvmg to effect f th d th 11 b th k 1 d th t h b th your pardon also, for he. knows that you were persecuted by a er s ea as we as Y e now e ge a er ro er was a madman. the villain and liis son." Gerald spent some months in consoling her, and then he As the exile uttered the last words he flung the document to made her his *ife, with the consent of his father and mother, Gerald and then turned to Jake Johnson, saying: as well as that of the stern uncle. "Now, sir, you can stand aside and give the word. Colonel I Neither Gerald nor any of his people ever returned' to Costello, ask God fo pardon you, for I will kill you!" Ireland. "Are you ready to fight it out now?" cried Jake Johnson, as I His father disposed of his property in that country and he stepped aside. "I will count three and you fire on the last bought an estate in Westchester. word. Ready?" I Dick Nolan, after some years of wandering, received a "Hold, there!" cried a stern voice at the door. pardon from the British government, and then settled down And the nert moment two men in the British naval uniform 1 with them. sprang into the room, followed by half a dozen policemen and Sam Smith, the young driver, received a recompense for some countrymen. his services, and started in the livery business in New York, "Who is Colonel Costello?" demanded Captain Travers as he where he is now prospering and happy. looked around. As for Ned Burke he would never leave Gerald and his wife; "That's my name, sir," replied the baffled man. "Arrest him, officers!" cried the captain as he turned the policemen, "and all those who are with him," and the bold soldier is now at home on that splendid farm to where the exile and his wife, with Fannie and Gerald, are spending their days in peace and happiness. "With what am I charged?" inquired Colonel Costello, as the officers seized him. [THE END.] "Abduction, conspiracy and attempted murder," replied the Read "THROUGH THICK AND THIN; OR, OUR BOYS officer. "Here's my warrant for you, and these fellows here ABROAD,,, by Howard Austin, which will be the next numwith you. Aha! you 0villain, you can't play the small-pox game ber ( 220) of "Pluck and Luck." around here again." "The devil take you all!" growled Tatter Jack, to whom the last sentence was addressed. "Wbat a fool I was that didn't make off with what I had. Oh, me leg-me leg! I'm bleeding to death!" "And I'll not stand this disgrace," said Colonel Costello, as he placed his revolver to his head and fired, even while the officers were holding him. The weapon did not fail him, as the ball entered his brain and he fell on the ground a corpse. "Oh, God!" cried Oscar Costello, as he flung himself on his SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. 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'!"hi' \\'itdl Ward: or, The Hunted Orphans or Salem. l!l-4 Fl.1 e r Jla\'e. Lhe J: :; Ol". !hi' \Yiuuer. t : y .\i:y:i I :y 'Hid1u1 d \lllntgotnt.\ry Ur:lJWI'. ThP l'..tstnwn:-."-.. or, A Yankee Bn.ilor lluy's l'luck. lly 1!.- 'i',nnt.v Gra\ or. L 'ightlng \ L'tnfrr 1-\i:Jg. < ':1\1t. 'J"h .. ,-. II. \\'ll"ou. floward .\n,tin. \Yurt 1 a or \ 1:113":.l Fil!ht l'ot .luf'tlce. Hy .\llyn Draper. 1nG 1..l"h t J1:1lnci:. of 01'. The St'<:r0t of 1 \ Lost By l!kL:i.:t! 'l'!t1 Dn111knrcl'l' or. 'L'h e Fruits of the \rinf L'up. Dy IL .Iun. B. Dowd. 1 :rt 3.<'k \Yri!?hL's :-.;111J:n:1ri:u. ('atama1un: or. Tl.le l'h;Httvm !--'hip .i:. '!'lit' I\J:1< k l)i\e1: or, Di<'!-\ in lhC' (1ull. By Alh1H Arnolcl. the Ydlnw J:y 'l'l11 l!:U1nt .. l [!nl(ry: or, the of tbe Old Churd 1 Tower. l!lS '.l!onte Cristo < I t 18: ur. l'rnru Slaw to Uy \ll)':t !;r Uowanl Draper. TIJ .. wi1ll Tl11"l '' \\'iurl ows. B y Hicha1 d Lt. '.llvntgotHcry. J!HJ T e Gol1l '.\line: .:>r, A1kift In an l"nknuwn Sea. lly 1111 1 :\lra ol th,, or, Tbe Boys oC Grey L:ol"k Llca c h j Capt. 'l'his. JI. \Yils''" l!I" f'"pt. l"hos 11. \\ lS<'.I. :.!tlO II l 'itd1e1"s g oy; or, \,; llis "'.l!otber. :l.liflllll'lj: 01'. (.i!'1 'ping in the nark. Dy .lns. c. Days. J:y ".\'unarnr." : ::;: Lnucl of (joltl: Ul', Yankee Jad\s Adventures in Efll'ly AUS T 11' BJ.Y l'i011Ct:!l'S; ur, Tra<:idng Ull lndinn Tn':.lSlll't'. er \ lly'..l l':tlia. B.v t!:l'l1rntgo111cry. Orn.per. O n tln'\ l'lains with Bill: or, Two Years In the \Yild \Vest. '1:14 ill .:\ lal'm S:irn. the r.or F!remau; ur. t< J Bt: \l!!. 1:; ::irii Uhl Slo;it. 1 -![anti. U1 Ex-Fil"c ( 'hi,.f \\'ardru. 'l'' Canrn of l"irc: or. The Thrillin g Ad,cnturcs of l't"l)fcssor '.!O:i L sl on rhe.Ol"e:ttl: or. !Jen : :1nrrs L:tst J:y Cupt. Tb.:s nut! J:1<:k ).Jer!on. By Allyn l1l';tpel'. 1. \\';tr t-lvgg-Pd: or, in tlic of U1ass. Hy Cflpt. Titos. H. :_!1)G Ja: k \\'iight :11d lit:; t ;h<'tl't<' Canoe: ur. in St.ni1.l'-J;, .. ":\0110\llh'." J;,.I; \\'right. the luveutor: o r. 1':xpl,1ring Centrnl Asia In :?07 t; "" lli11t a l "hanfe.; or, Jiu \\ Tum t'urtis \\'on His \\'ay. P.y 1J1s :\Tt1g11Pfif' "llnrricnnet." r:y lowarfl .\ustin.: Lut 77: Ol'. Sold to tlle lllg hest nidOPr. By f:.ichard IC :ZOS J t:k I; 11r. Stt1 ets of King l'huraoh's L'a\es. Hy '..!'.OllH'l'V J:i< 11:11 d IL TI., l'.oJ: ':1111wist: o r, 1.000 in a f'anoe. 1:s J ns. C. )fot-ritt. :?OL> u ri.rl :;.ooo Years; u, The Trensu1c o f the Aztecs. t:y .illy:.. l':lpl:iin Kilier <'u!L<'I': ()I'. \\'ond e rCnl Atlv cntur ,-1 Tlln !:etl A '\\'eirt! l-;tor.v or Land null Rea Ily Oil th .. aud .\l!():H. ]\\' 11)\YHl' d Austin. '.:ll ;> BrokPll Borth; or, .\ .lolly (;oorl F ellow . A Trne Temper 1 he: Lo11e or, 'l'he '.\Inslr: Joe. t!ip 1;y1unast : or. Three .\nwng tbu Japs. 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