Within M"Gowan"s cabin, which bore every mark of poverty and dest.i.tution, a young girl about twenty-one, of tall and slender figure, with hair black as the raven"s wing, and eyes dark and brilliant, wrangled fiercely with an older woman, her stepmother. From words they pa.s.sed to a fearful struggle of murderous pa.s.sion.
Presently, Sarah, the younger of the two, started to her feet, and fled out of the house to wash her hands and face at the river that flowed past. Then she returned, and spoke with frankness and good nature.
"I"m sorry for what I did. Forgive me, mother! You know I"m a hasty divil--for a divil"s limb I am, no doubt of it. Forgive me, I say! Do now; here, I"ll get something to stop the blood!"
She sprang at the moment, with the agility of a wild cat upon an old chest that stood in the corner of the hut. By stretching herself up to her full length, she succeeded in pulling down several old cobwebs that had been undisturbed for years, and while doing so, knocked down some metallic substance which fell on the floor.
"Murdher alive, mother!" she exclaimed. "What is this? Hallo, a tobaccy-box! An" what"s this on it? Let me see. Two letters--a "P" and an "M." "P.M."--arrah, what can that be for? Well, divil may care. Let it lie on the shelf there. Here now, none of your cross looks. I say, put these cobwebs to your face, and they"ll stop the bleedin". And now good-night to you, an" let that be a warnin" to you not to raise your hand to me again."
The girl went off to spend the night at a dance and a wake, and the stepmother having dressed her wound as well as she could, sat down by the fire and began to ruminate.
Presently she took up the tobacco-box, and looking at it carefully, clasped her hands.
"It"s the same!" she exclaimed. "Oh, merciful G.o.d, it"s thrue--it"s thrue! I know it by the broken hinge an" the two letters! Saviour of life, how will this end, and what will I do? But, anyway, I must hide this, and put it out of his reach."
She accordingly went out and thrust the box up under the thatch of the roof so that it was impossible to suspect that the roof had been disturbed.
_II.--The Prophet Schemes_
That same evening Donnel was overtaken on the road from Ballynafail, the market-town, by Jerry Sullivan, a struggling farmer, and they proceeded together to the latter"s house.
"This woful saison, along wid the low prices and the high rents, houlds out a black and terrible look for the counthry, G.o.d help us!" said Sullivan.
"Ay," returned the Black Prophet, "if you only knew it. Isn"t the Almighty, in His wrath, this moment proclaimin" it through the heavens and the airth? Look about you, and say what is it you see that doesn"t foretell famine. Doesn"t the dark, wet day, an" the rain, rain, rain foretell it? Doesn"t the rottin" crops, the unhealthy air, an" the green damp foretell it? Doesn"t the sky without a sun, the heavy clouds, an"
the angry fire of the west foretell it? Isn"t the airth a page of prophecy, an" the sky a page of prophecy, where every man may read of famine, pestilence, an" death?"
"The time was," said Sullivan, "an" it"s not long since, when I could give you a comfortable welcome as well as a willin" one; but now "tis but poor and humble tratement I can give you. But if it was betther, you should just be as welcome to it, an" what more can you say?"
"Well," replied the other, "what more can you say, indeed? I"m thankful to you, Jerry, an" I"ll accept your kind offer."
The night had set in when they reached the house, where the traces of poverty were as visible upon the inmates as upon the furniture.
Sullivan was strangely excited--he had discovered a stolen interview outside between his eldest daughter and young Condy Dalton.
Mave Sullivan--a young creature of nineteen, of rare natural beauty and angelic purity--turned deadly pale when her father spoke.
"Bridget," Sullivan said, turning to his wife, "I tell you that I came upon that undutiful daughter of ours coortin" wid the son of the man that murdhered her uncle, my only brother--coortin" wid a fellow that Dan M"Gowan here knows will be hanged yet, for he"s jist afther tellin"
him so."
"You"re ravin", Jerry," exclaimed his wife. "You don"t mean to tell me that she"d spake to, or make any freedoms whatsomever wid young Condy Dalton? Hut, no, Jerry; don"t say that, at all events!"
But Sullivan"s indignation pa.s.sed quickly to alarm and distress, for his daughter tottered, and would have fallen to the ground if Donnel had not caught her.
"Save me from that man!" she shrieked at Donnel, clinging to her mother.
"Don"t let him near me! I can"t tell why, but I am deadly afraid of him!"
Her parents, already sorry for their harsh words, tried their utmost to console her.
"Don"t be alarmed, my purty creature," said the Black Prophet softly. "I see a great good fortune before you. I see a grand and handsome husband, and a fine house to live in. Grandeur and wealth is before her, for her beauty an" her goodness will bring it all about."
When the family, after the father had offered up a few simple prayers, retired to rest, Sullivan took down his brother"s old great coat, and placed it over M"Gowan, who was already in bed. But the latter immediately sat up and implored him to take it away.
Next morning before departing, Donnel repeated to Mave Sullivan his prophecy of the happy and prosperous marriage.
But Mave, who knew where her affection rested, found no comfort in these predictions, for the Daltons were pressed as hard by poverty as their neighbours.
As for Donnel M"Gowan, cunning and unscrupulous, his plan was to secure Mave for young d.i.c.k o" the Grange, a small landowner, and a profligate.
To do this he relied on the help of his daughter Sarah and was disappointed. For Sarah was to find Mave Sullivan her friend, and she renounced her father"s scheme, so that no harm happened to the girl.
_III.--The Shadow of Crime_
With famine came typhus fever, and the state of the country was frightful beyond belief. Thousands were reduced to mendicancy, numbers perished on the very highways, and the road was literally black with funerals. Temporary sheds were erected near the roadsides, containing fever-stricken patients who had no other home.
Under the ravening madness of famine, legal restraints and moral principles were forgotten, and famine riots broke out. For, studded over the country were a number of farmers with bursting granaries, who could afford to keep their provisions in large quant.i.ties until a year of scarcity and high prices arrived; and the people, exasperated beyond endurance, saw long lines of provision carts on their way to the neighbouring harbours for exportation.
Such was the extraordinary fact!
Day after day, vessels laden with Irish provisions, drawn from a population perishing with actual hunger, and with pestilence which it occasioned, were pa.s.sing out of our ports, whilst other vessels came in freighted with our provisions sent back, through the charity of England, to our relief.
Goaded by suffering, hordes of people turned out to intercept meal-carts and provision vehicles, and carts and cars were stopped on the highways, and the food which they carried openly taken away.
Sarah M"Gowan herself went to the Daltons, where typhus and starvation were doing their worst, to render what service she could, and Mave Sullivan would have done the same but for the entreaties of her parents, who feared the terrible fever.
The Black Prophet alone went on his way unmoved, scheming to accomplish his vile ends. It was not enough for him that Mave was to be abducted; he had also planned a robbery for the same night, and was further resolved to procure the conviction of old Condy Dalton for the almost forgotten murder of Sullivan in the glen.
M"Gowan was driven to this last step by his own disturbed mind. The disappearance of the tobacco-box troubled him, for on seeking it under the thatch it was no longer there, and the discovery by his wife of a skeleton buried near their cabin caused him still greater uneasiness.
Then Sarah had followed him one night, when he was walking in his sleep, to the secret grave of the murdered man, and though the Prophet did not say anything on that occasion to incriminate himself, he was vexed by the occurrence.
So, on the information of Donnel M"Gowan, and a man called Roddy Duncan, who was deep in the Prophet"s subtle villainies, the skeleton was dug up, and old Condy Dalton arrested.
"It"s the will of G.o.d!" replied the old man, when the police-officers entered his unhappy dwelling, and charged him with the murder of Bartholomew Sullivan. "It"s G.o.d"s will, an" I won"t consale it any longer. Take me away. I"m guilty--I"m guilty!"
Sarah was ministering to the Daltons at the very time when her father was informing against old Condy, and was present when the police took him away in custody. Shortly afterwards, when she had left the house, she was struck down by typhus.
In a shed that simply consisted of a few sticks laid up against the side of a ditch, with the remnant of some loose straw for bedding, Mave Sullivan found the suffering girl, with no other pillow than a sod of earth.
"Father of mercy!" thought Mave, "how will she live--how can she live here? An" is she to die in this miserable way in a Christian land?"
Sarah lay groaning with pain, and then raving in delirium.
"I won"t break my promise, father, but I"ll break my heart; an" I can"t even give her warning. Ah, but it"s treachery, an" I hate that. No, no; I"ll have no hand in it--manage it your own way!"
"Dear Sarah, don"t you know me?" said Mave tenderly. "Look at me--I am Mave Sullivan, your friend that loves you."