This was a" fresh stab to the son"s wounded pride, for which he was not prepared. With a stifled groan he leaped to his feet, and rushing from the kitchen, bolted himself up in his bed-room.
His parents, after he had withdrawn, exchanged glances.
"That went home to him," said the father; "an" as sure as death, the Neils are in it, whatever it is. But by the cra.s.s that saved us, if he tuck an affront from any of them, without payin" them home double, he is no son of mine, an" this roof won"t cover him another night. Howsomever we"ll see in the morn-in", plase G.o.d!"
The mother, who was proud of his courage and prowess, scouted with great indignation the idea of her son"s tamely putting up with an insult from any of the opposite faction.
"Is it he bear an affront from a Neil! arrah, don"t make a fool of yourself, old man! He"d die sooner. I"d stake my life on him."
The night advanced, and the family had retired to bed; but their son attempted in vain to sleep. A sense of shame overpowered him keenly.
He tossed and turned, and groaned, at the contemplation of the disgrace which he knew would be heaped on him the following day. What was to be done? How was he to wipe it off? There was but one method, he believed, of getting his hands once more free; that was to seek Ellen, and gain her permission to retract his oath on that very night. With this purpose he instantly dressed, himself, and quietly unbolting his own door, and that of the kitchen, got another staff, and pa.s.sed out to seek her father"s inn.
The night had now become dark, but mild and agreeable; the repose of man and nature was deep, and save his own tumultuous thoughts every thing breathed an air of peace and rest. At a quick but cautious pace he soon reached the inn, and without much difficulty pa.s.sed into the garden, from which he hoped to be able to make himself known to Ellen. In this, to his great mortification, he was disappointed; the room in which she slept, being on the third story, presented a window, it is true, to the garden; but how was he to reach it, or hold a dialogue with her, even should she recognize him, without being overheard by some of the family?
All this might have occurred to him at home, had he been sufficiently cool for reflection. As it was, the only method of awakening her that he could think of was to throw up several handsful of small pebbles against the window. This he tried without any effect. Pebbles sufficiently large to reach the window would have broken the gla.s.s, so that he felt himself compelled to abandon every hope of speaking to her that night. With lingering and reluctant steps he left the garden, and stood for some time before the front of the house, leaning against an upright stone, called the market cross. Here he had not been more than two minutes, when he heard footsteps approaching, and on looking closely through the darkness, he recognized the figure of Nell M"Collum, as it pa.s.sed directly to the kitchen window. Here the crone stopped, peered in, and with caution gave one of the panes a gentle tap. This was responded to by one much louder from within, and almost immediately the door was softly opened. From thence issued another female figure, evidently that of Nanse M"Collum, her niece. Both pa.s.sed down the street in a northern direction, and Lamh Laudher, apprehensive that they were on no good errand, took off his shoes, lest his footsteps might be heard, and dogged them as they went along. They spoke little, and that in whispers, until they had got clear of the town, when, feeling less restraint, the following dialogue occurred to them:--
"Isn"t it a quare thing, aunt, that she should come back to this place at all?"
"Quare enough, but the husband"s comin" too--he"s to folly her."
"He ought to know that he needn"t come here, I think."
"Why, you fool, how do you know that? Sure the town must pay him fifty guineas, if he doesn"t get a customer, and that"s worth comin" for. She must be near us by this time. Husht! do you hear a car?"
They both paused to listen, but no car was audible.
"I do not," replied the niece; "but isn"t it odd that he lets her carry the money, an" him trates her so badly"?"
"Why would it be odd? Sure, she takes betther care of it, an" puts it farther than he does. His heart"s in a farden, the nager."
"Rody an" the other will soon spare her that trouble, any way," replied the niece. "Is there no one with her but the carman?"
"Not one--hould you tongue--here"s the gate where the same pair was to meet us. Who is this stranger that Rody has picked up? I hope he"s the thing."
"Some red-headed fellow. Rody says he is honest. I"m wondherin", aunt, what "ud happen if she"d know the place."
"She can"t, girshah--an" what if she does? She may know the place, but will the place know her? Rody"s friend says the best way is to do for her; an" I"m afeard of her, to tell you the truth--but we"ll settle that when they come. There now is the gate where we"ll sit down. Give a cough till we try if they"re------whist! here they are!"
The voices of two men now joined the conversation, but in so low a tone, that Lamh Laudher could not distinctly hear its purport.
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The road along which they traveled was craggy, and full of ruts, so that a car could be heard in the silence of night at a considerable distance.
On each side the ditches were dry and shallow; and a small elder hedge, which extended its branches towards the road, afforded Lamh Laudher the obscurity which he wanted. With stealthy pace he crept over and sat beneath it, determined to witness whatever incident might occur, and to take a part in it, if necessary. He had scarcely seated himself when the car which they expected was heard jolting about half a mile off along the way, and the next moment a consultation took place in tones so low and guarded, that every attempt on his part to catch its purport was unsuccessful. This continued with much earnestness, if not warmth, until the car came within twenty perches of the gate, when Nell exclaimed--
"If you do, you may--but remimber I didn"t egg you on, or put it into your hearts, at all evints. Maybe I have a child myself livin"--far from me--an" when I think of him, I feel one touch of nature at my heart in favor of her still. I"m black enough there, as it is."
"Make your mind asy," said one of them, "you won"t have to answer for her."
The reply which was given to this could not be heard.
"Well," rejoined,Nell, "I know that. Her comin" here may not be for my good; but--well, take this shawl, an" let the work be quick. The carman must be sent back with sore bones to keep him quiet."
The car immediately reached the spot where they sat, and as it pa.s.sed, the two men rushed from the gate, stopped the horse, and struck the carman to the earth. One of them seized him while down, and pressed his throat, so as to prevent him from shouting. A single faint shriek escaped the female, who was instantly dragged off the car and gagged by the other fellow and Nanse M"Collum.
Lamh Laudher saw there was not a moment to be lost. With the speed of lightning he sprung forward, and with a single blow laid him who struggled with the carman prostrate. To pa.s.s then to the aid of the female was only the work of an instant. With equal success he struck down the villain with whom she was struggling. Such was the rapidity of his motions, that he had not yet had time even to speak; nor indeed did he wish at all to be recognized in the transaction. The carman, finding himself freed from his opponent, bounced to his legs, and came to the a.s.sistance of his charge, whilst Lamh Laudher, who had just flung Nanse M"Collum into the ditch, returned in time to defend both from a second attack. The contest, however, was a short one. The two ruffians, finding that there was no chance of succeeding, fled across the fields; and our humble hero, on looking for Nanse and her aunt, discovered that they also had disappeared. It is unnecessary to detail the strong terms in which the strangers expressed their grat.i.tude to Lamh Laudher.
"G.o.d"s grace be upon you, whoever you are, young man!" exclaimed the carman; "for wid His help an" your own good arm, it"s my downright opinion that you saved us from bein" both robbed an" murthered."
"I"m of that opinion myself," replied Lamh Laudher.
"There is goodness, young man, in the tones of your voice," observed the female; "we may at least ask the name of the person who has saved our lives?"
"I would rather not have my name mentioned in the business," he replied; "a woman, or a devil, I think, that I don"t wish to cross or provoke, has had a hand in it. I hope you haven"t been robbed?" he added.
She a.s.sured him, with expressions of deep grat.i.tude, that she had not.
"Well," said he, "as you have neither of you come to much harm, I would take it as the greatest favor you could do me, if you"d never mention a word about it to any one."
To this request they agreed with some hesitation. Lamh Laudher accompanied them into the town, and saw them safely in a decent second-rate inn, kept by a man named Luke Connor, after which he returned to his father"s house, and without undressing, fell into a disturbed slumber until morning.
It is not to be supposed that the circ.u.mstances attending the quarrel between him and Meehaul Neil, on the preceding night, would pa.s.s off without a more than ordinary share of public notice. Their relative positions were too well known not to excite an interest corresponding with the characters they had borne, as the leaders of two bitter and powerful factions: but when it became certain that Meehaul Neil had struck Lamh Laudher Oge, and that the latter refused to fight him, it is impossible to describe the sensation which immediately spread through the town and parish. The intelligence was first received by O"Rorke"s party with incredulity and scorn. It was impossible that he of the Strong Hand, who had been proverbial for courage, could all at once turn coward, and bear the blow from a Neil! But when it was proved beyond the possibility of doubt or misconception, that he received a blow tamely before many witnesses, under circ.u.mstances of the most degrading insult, the rage of his party became incredible. Before ten o"clock the next morning his father"s house was crowded with friends and relations, anxious to hear the truth from his own lips, and all, after having heard it, eager to point out to him the only method that remained of wiping away his disgrace, namely, to challenge Meehaul Neil. His father"s indignation knew no bounds; but his mother, on discovering the truth, was not without that pride and love which, are ever ready to form an apology for the feelings and errors of an only child.
"You may all talk," she said; "but if Lamh Laudher Oge didn"t strike him, he had good reasons for it. How do you know, an" bad cess to your tongues, all through other, how Ellen Neil would like him after weltin"
her brother? Don"t ye think she has the spirit of her faction in her as well as another?"
This, however, was not listened to. The father would hear of no apology for his son"s cowardice but an instant challenge. Either that or to be driven from his father"s roof the only alternatives left him.
"Come out here," said the old man, for the son had not left his humble bed-room, "an" in presence of them that you have brought to shame and disgrace, take the only plan that s left to you, an" send him a challenge."
"Father," said the young man, "I have too much of your own blood in me to be afraid of any man--but for all that, I neither will nor can fight Meehaul Neil."
"Very well," said the father, bitterly, "that"s enough. _Dher Manim_, Oonagh, you"re a guilty woman; that boy"s no son of mine. If he had my blood in him, he couldn"t act as he did. Here, you intherloper, the door"s open for you; go out of it, an" let me never see the branded face of you while you live." The groans of the son were audible from his bed-room.
"I will go, father," he replied, "an" I hope the day will come when you"ll all change your opinion of me. I can"t, however, stir out till I send a message a mile or so out of town."
The old man in the mean time, wept as if his son had been dead; his tears, however, were not those of sorrow, but of shame and indignation.
"How can I help it," he exclaimed, "when I think of the way that the Neils will clap their wings and crow over us! If it was from any other family he tuck it so inanely, I wouldn"t care so much; but from them!
Oh, Chiernah! it"s too bad! Turn out, you villain!"
A charge of deeper disgrace, however, awaited the unhappy young man.
The last harsh words of the father had scarcely been uttered, when three constables came in, and inquired if his son were at home.
"He is at home," said the father, with tears in his eyes, "and I never thought he would bring the blush to my face as he did by his conduct last night."
"I am sorry," said the princ.i.p.al of them, "for what has happened, both on your account and his. Do you know this hat?"
"I do know it," replied the old man; "it belongs to John. Come out here," said he, "here"s Tom Breen wid your hat."