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They accordingly did so, and had nearly reached the back wall of the garden when they met Malcomson and Cummiskey, on their way into the kitchen, in order to have a mug of strong ale together. The two men, on seeing the females approach, withdrew to the shelter of a clump of trees, but not until they were known by Connor.

"Divil tankard the Scotch sowl o'you who do you suppose could think of a tankard, or any thing else, if what we suspect has happened? It will kill him." He then proceeded to look for Connor, whom he met in tears, which she was utterly unable to conceal. "Well, Miss Connor," he asked, "what's the matther? You're cryin', I persave." "All, Cummiskey, my mistress is unwell."

"Unwell! why she wasn't unwell a while ago, when the gardener and I met her and you on your way to the back o' the garden." "Oh, yes," replied Connor; "I forced her to come out, to try what a little cool air-might do for her." "Ay, but, Connor, did you force her to come in again?" "Force! there was no force necessary, Cummiskey. She's now in her own room, quite ill."

"Well, sir," replied Cummiskey, "it's one comfort that he won't hang by himself." "No," said the other, "he and the Rapparee will stretch the same rope." "The Rapparee! faith, sir, hell have worse company." "What do you mean, sirra?" "Why, Sir Robert Whitecraft, sir; he always had gallows written in his face; but, upon my soul, he'll soon have it about his neck, please God."

If it were not for Reilly and those that were out with him duck-shooting, the red villain would have murdered the squire and Andy Cummiskey, as sure as there is life in my body. After all, it is owin' to Mr. Reilly that I left him and his cursed crew. And now, Ellen, that I have met you, let me spake to you about ould times.

Cummiskey, who is a Catholic, might overlook our being here at this hour; because, although he is rather in the light of a friend than a servant to your father, still he is a friend to Reilly as well; but as for that ugly Scotchman, that is nothing but bone and skin, I would place no dependence whatever upon him." We will not describe the meeting between Reilly and the Cooleen Bawn.

In the meantime, while he and his old friend Cummiskey are on their way to see that gentleman, we will ask the attention of our readers to the state of Helen's mind, as it was affected by the distressing events which had so rapidly and recently occurred. We need not assure them that deep anxiety for the fate of her unfortunate lover lay upon her heart like gloom of death itself.

"That's true, indeed," she replied; "and if she get's worse, Cummiskey, I'll let the master know." "That's a good girl; ma gragal that you! war good-by, acushla," and he immediately! returned to his own room, after having observed that Connor went down to the kitchen. "Now, Mr. Malcomson," said he, "there is a good fire before you.

Cummiskey had a private and comfortable room of his own, to which he and the cannie Scotchman proceeded, after having ordered from the butler a tankard of strong ale. There was a cheerful fire in the grate, and when the tankard and glasses were placed upon the table the Scotchman observed: "De'il be frae my saul, maisther Cummiskey, but ye're vera comfortable here."

Reilly is ready, miss," she said, "and is waiting for you behind the garden; the only one I dread in the house is Andy Cummiskey; he is so much attached to the master that I think if he knew you were about to escape he would tell him."