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Do I deserve this?" "What is he sayin'?" said the father. "He is declaiming about gratitude," replied Denis. "Lay-an' her," said the father. "Poor Mave!" "Such conduct does you credit," shouted the priest. "It's just the way of the world. You have got what you wanted out of me, an' now you throw me off. However, go on." "What's that?" said the father again.
It is unnecessary to add, that when sickness and the severity of winter passed away, our lovers, Mave and young Condy Dalton, were happily married, as they deserved to be, and occupied the farm from which the good old man had been so unjustly expelled.
His eye assumed a bold and resolute look he held himself more erect and, turning towards the girl, without removing his gaze from her father, he said in a loud and manly tone "Dear Mave, it is foolish to be frightened. What have you done that ought to make you aither ashamed or afeared? If there's blame anywhere, it's mine, not yours, and I'll bear it."
Such was the tumult which the communication then made to her by Mave, had occasioned in her mind, that, the scene which had just taken place, altogether appeared to her excited spirit like a troubled dream, whose impressions were too unreal and deceptive to be depended on for a moment.
"It was well for him," said Dalton, immediately after he had left them, "that I hadn't a loaded pistol in my hand but no, dear Mave," he added, checking himself, "the hasty temper and the hasty blow is the fault of our family, an' so far as I am consarned, I'll do everything to overcome it."
"That's all very well Mave," said her mother; "but if you took it, and did die oh, darlin' " "In God's name, then, I'll take my chance, an' do the duty that I feel myself called upon to do; and, father dear, just think for a minute the thrue Christian doesn't merely forgive the injury but returns good for evil; and then, above all things, let us make it our own case.
"Why," said he, "I dreamed that I was lookin' for a hammer at your house, an' I thought that you hadn't one to give me; but your daughter Mave came to me, and said, 'here's a hammer for you, Donnel, an' take care of it, for it belongs to Condy Dalton. I thought I took it, an' the first thing I found myself doin' was drivin' a nail in what appeared to be my own coffin.
"In God's name, what ails my child? O Mave, Mave, my darlin', what's come over you? Blessed mother of marcy, what blood is this? Achora, machree, Mave, spake to! me to the mother that 'ud go distracted, an' that will, too, if anything's wrong wid you. It was cruel in you, Jerry, to spake to; her so harsh as you did, an' to take her to task before a sthranger in such a cuttin' manner.
She put her hand into Sarah's and felt that it trembled excessively but Sarah was utterly passive; she did not even return the pressure which she had received, and when Mave departed, she was standing in a reverie, incapable of thought, deadly pale, and perfectly motionless. CHAPTEE XXV. Sarah Without Hope. How Sarah returned to Dalton's cabin she herself knew not.
"God be praised then!" exclaimed Sullivan; "only show me how, an' we'll be glad to do it; for I can forget everything now, Mave, but their distress." "But do you know the condition they're in at this moment?" she asked, "do you know, father, that they're stretched on the bed of sickness?
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