"Macrorie!" he cried--"Macrorie! May the divil saize me if I don"t beleeve that ye"re indulgin" in gallanthries."
Now, at that moment, his laughter sounded harsh and ominous; but I had done no wrong, and so, in conscious innocence, I said:
"Mr. O"Halloran, you are right in your conjecture; but I a.s.sure you that it was no mere gallantry; for, sir, I have a strong affection for Miss O"Halloran, and have just asked her for her hand."
"_Miss_ O"Halloran!" cried he. "_Miss_ O"Halloran! Sure, why didn"t ye ask hersilf, thin, like a man?"
"Oh, dear!" cried Nora, taking O"Halloran"s arm, and turning her beautiful, pleading face up to his--"oh, dear! It"s all a dreadful, dreadful mistake. He doesn"t know who I am. He thinks that _I_ am Miss O"Halloran."
"You!" I cried. "You! Why, are you not? Of course, you are. Who else are you?"
"Oh, tell him, tell him!" cried Nora. "It"s so dreadful! Such a horrid, horrid mistake to make!"
A bright light flashed all over O"Halloran"s face. He looked at me, and then, at Nora; and then there came forth a peal of laughter which would have done honor to any of the G.o.ds at the Olympian table. This time the laughter was pure, and fresh, and joyous, and free.
"_Miss_ O"Halloran!" he cried--"ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! _Miss_ O"Halloran!
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! _Miss_ O"Halloran! Oh, be the powers, it"s me that"ll nivir get over that same! _Miss_ O"Halloran! An" givin" wee to sintimint--ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! an"askin" for riciproceetee av" tindir attachmint--ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! What in the woide wurruld ivir injuiced ye to think that me own little Nora was _Miss_ O"Halloran?"
"Miss O"Halloran? Why," said I, "what else could I suppose? I recollect now, when you introduced me the other night, you didn"t mention her name; and, if she isn"t Miss O"Halloran, who is she? Let me know now, at least. But my sentiments remain the same," I concluded, "whatever name she has."
"The divull they do!" said O"Halloran, with a grin. "Well, thin, the quicker ye cheenge yer sintimints, the betther. Me own Nora--she"s not _Miss_ O"Halloran-an" lucky for me--she"s somethin" betther--she"s-MRS.
O"HALLORAN!!!"
Let the curtain fall. There, reader, you have it. We won"t attempt to enlarge--will we? We"ll omit the exploding thunder-bolt-won"t we? I will quietly put an end to this chapter, so as to give you leisure to meditate over the woes of Macrorie.
CHAPTER XXV.
RECOVERY FROM THE LAST GREAT SHOCK.--GENIALITY OF MINE HOST.--OFF AGAIN AMONG ANTIQUITIES.--THE FENIANS.--A STARTLING REVELATION BY ONE OF THE INNER CIRCLE.--POLITICS, POETRY, AND PATHOS.--FAR-REACHING PLANS AND DEEP-SEATED PURPOSES.
I was to dine with O"Halloran, and, though for some time I was overwhelmed, yet I rallied rapidly, and soon recovered. O"Halloran himself was full of fun. The event had apparently only excited his laughter, and appeared to him as affording material for nothing else than endless chaff and nonsense.
As for Nora, she had been so agitated that she did not come to dinner, nor did Marion make her appearance. This was the only thing that gave me discomfort. O"Halloran seemed to understand how natural my mistake was, and I supposed that he made every allowance, and all that.
We sat at table for a long tune. O"Halloran discoursed on his usual variety of subjects. Something occurred which suggested the Fenians, whereupon he suddenly stopped; and, looking earnestly at me, he said:
"Ye know I"m a Fenian?"
"Oh, yes."
"I make no saycrit of it," said he. "As a British officer, you"re my mortal inimee in my capaceetee as a Fenian; but at this table, and in this house, we"re nayther one thing nor the other. You"re only Macrorie, and I"m only O"Halloran. Still I don"t mind talking of the subject of Fenianism; it"s an important one, and will one day take up a great speece in histhory. I don"t intind to indulge in any offinsive objurgeetions ageenst the Saxon, nor will I mintion the wrongs of Oireland. I"ll only enloighten you as to the purpose, the maining, and the attichood of the Fenian ordher."
With these words he rose from the table, and chatted on general subjects, while the servants brought in the spoons, gla.s.ses, tumblers, and several other things. Beneath the genial influence of these, O"Halloran soon grew eloquent, and resumed his remarks on the Fenians.
"The Fenian ordher," he began, "has two eems. One is abroad; the other is at home.
"The first is that which is kipt before the oyes of the mimbers of the outher circles. It manes the libereetion of Oireland, and perpitual inmity to England. This purpose has its maneefesteetion in the attacks which have alriddy been made on the inimy. Two inveesions have been made on Canada. Innumerable and multeefeerious small interproises have been set on fut in Oireland and in England; and these things serve the purpose of keeping before the moinds of the mimbers the prospict of some grand attack on the inimy, and of foirin" their ardhor.
"But there is an innermost circle, saycludhid from the vulgar oi, undher the chootelar prayiminence of min of janius, in whose moinds there is a very different eem. It is the second which I have mintioned.
It is diricthid against America.
"Thus--
"In the American raypublic there are foive millions of Oirish vothers.
Now, if these foive millions cud only be unoited in one h.o.m.ojaneous congreegeetion, for some one prayiminent objict, they cud aisly rule the counthree, an" dirict its policee intoirely, at home and abroad.
"This, thin, is the thrue and genuoine eem of the shuparior min of the intayrior circles. It is a grand an" comprayhinsive schayme to consoleedeete all the Oirish votes into one overwhilming ma.s.s which can conthrol all the ilictions. It is sweed by a few min of praysoiding moinds and shupayrior janius.
"And hince you bayhowld a systim roising within the boosom of the American raypublic, which will soon be greather thin the raypublic itself. At prisint, though, we do not number much over a million. But we are incraysing. We have hoighly-multifeerious raysourcis. All the _hilps_ are in our pee. These are our spoys. They infarrum us of all the saycrit doings of the American payple. They bring constint accisions to our numbers. They meek us sure of our future.
"Oirishmin," he continued, "will nivir roise iffikeeciouslee in Oireland. They can only roise in Amirica. Here, in this counthry, is their only chance. And this chance we have sayzed, an", begorra, we"ll follow it up till all Amirica is domeeneetid by the Oirish ilimint, and ruled by Oirish votes. This is the only Oirish raypublic for which we care."
"But you"ve been divided in your counsels," I suggested. "Did"nt this interfere with your prospects?"
"Oh," said he, "that was all our diplomeecee."
"And were you never really divided?"
"Nivir for a momint. Those were only thricks intindid to disave and schtoopeefy the Amirican and English governmints."
"So your true aim refers to America?"
"Yis. And we intind to saycure to Amirica a perpetual succession of Oirish prisidints."
"When will you be able to begin? At the next election?"
"No--not so soon. Not for two or three to come. By the third elicton though, all the Oirish populeetion will be riddy to vote, and thin we"ll have our oun Oirish Prisidint. And afther that," said O"Halloran, in an oracular tone, and pausing to quaff the transparent draught-- "afther that, Amirica will be simplee an Oirish republic. Then we"ll cast our oys across the say. We"ll cast there our arrums. We"ll sind there our flates and armies. We"ll take vingince out of the Saxon for the wrongs of foive cinturies. We"ll adopt Ould Oireland into the fameelee of the Steetes, as the youngest, but the fairist and the broightist of thim all. We"ll throw our laygions across the Oirish Channel into the land of the Saxon, and bring that counthry down to its proimayval insignifeecance. That," said O"Halloran, "is the one sehtoopindous eem of the Fenian Ordher."
O"Halloran showed deep emotion. Once more he quaffed the restoring draught.
"Yis, me boy," he said, looking tenderly at me. "I"ll yit return to the owld land. Perhaps ye"ll visit the eeged O"Halloran before he doise.
Oi"ll teek up me risidince at Dublin. Oi"ll show ye Oircland--free-- troiumphint, shuprame among the neetions. Oi"ll show ye our n.o.ble pisintry, the foinist in the wurruld. Oi"ll take ye to the Rotondo.
Oi"ll show ye the Blarney-stone. Oi"ll show ye the ruins of Tara, where me oun ancisthors once reigned."
At this his emotion overcame him, and he was once more obliged to seek a restorative.
After this he volunteered to sing a song, and trolled off the following to a lively, rollicking air:
""Ye choonfol Noine!
Ye nymphs devoine, Shuprame in Jove"s dominions!
a.s.sist me loyre, Whoile oi aspoire To cilibreet the Fenians.
""Our ordher bowld All onconthrowled Injued with power, be dad, is To pleece in arrums The stalwart farrums Of half a million Paddies.