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In the generation which elapsed from the death of the Earl of Ulster, or rather from the first avowal of the policy of proscription in 1342, the native tribes had on all sides and continuously gained on the descendants of their invaders. In Connaught, the McWilliams, McWattins, and McFeoriss retained part of their estates only by becoming as Irish as the Irish.

Well, here we are." "If it ain't Reddy, AND the lady with the flying machine," murmured a freckled youth named McWilliams, emerging from the bunkhouse with a pan of water which had been used to bathe the wound of one of the punctured combatants.

"I don't care if he does. We'll fight him on his own ground. We'll prove that he's the miscreant and not us." "Prove nothing," snarled McWilliams. "Do y'u reckon he'll give us a chance to prove a thing? Not on your life. He'll have us jailed first thing; then he'll stir up a sentiment against us, and before morning there will be a lynchingbee, and y'u and I will wear the neckties.

JOHN F. FINNERTY, ESQ. JAMES BRENNAN, ESQ. COLONEL P.F. WALSH. MAJOR WM. McWILLIAMS. H.M. WILLIAMS, ESQ. HENRY LE CARON, ESQ. MAJOR TIMOTHY O'LEARY. JOSEPH SMOLENSKI, ESQ. E.C. LEWIS, ESQ. COLONEL WM. CLINGEN. FRED. O'DONNELL, ESQ. H.M. SULLIVAN, ESQ.

Jukes, and others. As he stood on the trap-door Riel continued invoking the aid of Jesus, Mary, and the saints, during his last agonies. "Courage, pere," he said, addressing Father Andre, and then he addressed Father McWilliams in the same words. The latter priest kissed Riel, who said, "I believe still in God." "To the last," said Father Andre.

It struck her that the young puncher waited with a curious interest for the answer of the foreman. "Did it look like I was afraid this mawnin', ma'am?" he asked, with narrowed eyes. "No, you all seemed brave enough then, when you had him eight to one." "I wasn't there," hastily put in McWilliams. "I don't go gunning for my man without giving him a show." "I do," retorted Morgan cruelly.

Generally surly and morose, to such a degree that even his chief was careful to humor him as a rule, when with Hughie all the softer elements of his character came to the surface. In his rough way he was ever humorous and genial. Jim McWilliams found him neither, however.

I've seen them Eastern college fellows working in camps all through the West, and I never noticed but what education was less of a drawback to 'em than you would think. Why, once over on Snake River, when Andrew McWilliams' saddle horse got the botts, he sent a buckboard ten miles for one of these strangers that claimed to be a botanist. But that horse died.

"I'm not," protested Nora indignantly. "If you think you're the only man on the place, Jim McWilliams." "Sho! Hold your hawsses a minute, Nora, darling. A spinster like y'u " "You think you're awful funny writing in my autograph album that a spinster's best friend is her powder box. I like Mr. Halliday's ways better. He's a perfect gentleman."

At which hit Denver retired, for not three hours before he had been detected digging his spurs into the cinch to help him stick to the saddle. "Jim McWilliams will ride Dead Easy," came the announcement through the megaphone, and a burst of cheering passed along the grand stand, for the sunny smile of the foreman of the Lazy D made him a general favorite.