The man threw the dagger down, and was in the act of rushing out, when the door opened, and a posse of constables entered the house. Nell"s face became at once ghastly and horror-stricken, for she found that the blood could not be staunched, and that, in fact, eternity was about to open upon her.
"Secure him!" said Nell, pointing to her murderer, "secure him, an" send quick for Lamh Laudher More. G.o.d"s hand is in what has happened! Ay, I raised the blow for him, an" G.o.d has sent it to my own heart. Send, too," she added, "for the Dead Boxer"s wife, an" if you expect heaven, be quick."
On receiving Nell"s message the old man, his son, wife, and one or two other friends, immediately hurried to the scene of death, where they arrived a few minutes after the Dead Boxer"s wife.
Nell lay in dreadful agony; her face was now a bluish yellow, her eye-brows were bent, and her eyes getting dead and vacant.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "Andy Hart! Andy Hart! it was the black hour you brought me from the right way. I was innocent till I met you, an" well thought of; but what was I ever since? an" what am I now?"
"You never met me," said the red-haired stranger, "till within the last fortnight."
"What do you mean, you unfortunate man?" asked Rody.
"Andy Hart is my name," said the man, "although I didn"t go by it for some years."
"Andy Hart!" said Nell, raising herself with a violent jerk, and screaming, "Andy Hart! Andy Hart! stand over before me. Andy Hart! It is his father"s voice. Oh G.o.d! Strip his breast there, an" see if there"s a blood-mark on the left side."
"I"m beginnin" to fear something dreadful," said the criminal, trembling, and getting as pale as death; "there is--there is a blood-mark on the very spot she mentions--see here."
"I would know him to be Andy Hart"s son, G.o.d rest him!" observed Lamh Laudher More, "any where over the world. Blessed mother of heaven!--down on your knees, you miserable crature, down on your knees for her pardon!
You"ve murdhered your unfortunate mother!"
The man gave one loud and fearful yell, and dashed himself on the floor at his mother"s feet, an appalling picture of remorse. The scene, indeed, was a terrible one. He rolled himself about, tore his hair, and displayed every symptom of a man in a paroxysm of madness. But among those present, with the exception of the mother and son, there was not such a picture of distress and sorrow, as the wife of the Dead Boxer.
She stooped down to raise the stranger up; "Unhappy man," said she, "look up, I am your sister!"
"No," said Nell, "no--no--no. There"s more of my guilt. Lamh Laudher More, I stand forrid, you and your wife. You lost a daughter long ago.
Open your arms and take her back a blameless woman. She"s your child that I robbed you of as one punishment; the other blow that I intended for you has been struck here. I"m dyin"."
A long cry of joy burst from the mother and daughter, as they rushed into each other"s arms. Nature, always strongest in pure minds, even before this denouement, had, indeed, rekindled the mysterious flame of her own affection in their hearts. The father pressed her to his bosom, and forgot the terrors of the sound before him, whilst the son embraced her with a secret consciousness that she was, indeed, his long-lost sister.
"We couldn"t account," said her parents, "for the way we loved you the day we met you before the magistrate; every word you said, Alice darling, went into our hearts wid delight, an" we could hardly ever think of your voice ever since, that the tears didn"t spring to our eyes. But we never suspected, as how could we, that you were our child."
She declared that she felt the same mysterious attachment to them, and to her brother also, from the moment she heard the tones of his voice on the night the robbery was attempted.
"Nor could I," said Lamh Laudher Oge, "account for the manner I loved you."
Their attention was now directed to Nell, who again spoke.
"Nanse, give her back the money I robbed her of. There was more of my villainy, but G.o.d fought against me, an"--here--. You will find, it along with her marriage certificate, an" the gospel she had about her neck, when I kidnapped her, all in my pocket. Where"s my son? Still, still, bad as I am, an" bad as he is, isn"t he my child? Amn"t I his mother? put his hand in mine, and let me die as a mother "ud wish!"
Never could there be a more striking contrast witnessed than that between the groups then present; nor a more impressive exemplification of the interposition of Providence to reward the virtuous and punish the guilty even in this life.
"Lamh Laudher More," said she, "I once attempted to stab you, only for preventin" your relation from marryin" a woman that you knew Andy Hart had ruined. You disfigured my face in your anger too; that an" your preventing my marriage, an" my character bein" lost, whin it was known what he refused to marry me for, made me swear an oath of vengeance against you an" yours. I may now ax your forgiveness, for I neither dare nor will ax G.o.d"s."
"You have mine--you have all our forgiveness," replied the old man; "but, Nell, ax G.o.d"s, for it"s His you stand most in need of--ax G.o.d"s!"
Nell, however, appeared to hear him not.
"Is that your hand in mine, avick?" said she, addressing her son.
"It is--it is," said the son. "But, mother, I didn"t, as I"m to stand before G.o.d, aim the blow at you, but at Rody."
"Lamh Laudher!" said she, forgetting herself, "I ax your forgive----."
Her head fell down before she could conclude the sentence, and thus closed the last moments of Nell M"Collum.
After the lapse of a short interval, in which Lamh Laudher"s daughter received back her money, the certificate, and the gospel, her brother discovered that Rody was the person who had, through Ellen Neil, communicated to him the secret that a.s.sisted him in vanquishing the Dead Boxer, a piece of information which saved him from prosecution. The family now returned home, where they found Meehaul Neil awaiting their arrival, for the purpose of offering his sister"s hand and dowry to our hero. This offer, we need scarcely say, was accepted with no sullen spirit. But Lamh Laudher was not so much her inferior in wealth as our readers may suppose. His affectionate sister divided her money between him and her parents, with whom she spent the remainder of her days in peace and tranquility. Our great-grandfather remembered the wedding, and from him came down to ourselves, as an authentic tradition, the fact that it was an unrivalled one, but that it would never have taken place were it not for the terrible challenge of the Dead Boxer.