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Father Fairweather, as they all call him now, came in late, with Father McShane." "And Silas Peckham?" "Oh, Silas had left The School and Rockland. Cut up altogether too badly in the examination instituted by the Trustees. Had moved over to Tamarack, and thought of renting a large house and 'farming' the town-poor."
"Remarkably well," replied McShane; "he's a countryman of mine." "He's married, sir, I think? I'll trouble you for the pepper." "He is married, sir, to a very amiable woman." "Any family, sir?" "Not that I know of; they have a young protege, I believe, now at school a boy they call Joey."
You ask me what I intend to do with him; it is not so easy to answer that question, because you see, my lady, there's a certain Mrs McShane in the way, who must be consulted; but I think that when I tell her, what I consider to be as near the truth as most things which are said in this world, that if it had not been for the courage and activity of little Joey, a certain Major McShane would have been by this time eaten and digested by a pack of wolves, why, I then think, as Mrs McShane and I have no child, nor prospect of any, as I know of, that she may be well inclined to come into my way of thinking, and of adopting him as her own son; but, of course, this cannot be said without my consulting with Mrs McShane, seeing as how the money is her own, and she has a right to do as she pleases with it."
The disappearance of Joey from the school was immediately communicated to McShane by the master, who could not imagine how such an incident could have occurred in such a decent establishment as his preparatory seminary; it was an epoch in his existence, and ever afterwards his chronology was founded upon it, and everything that occurred was so many months or weeks before or after the absconding of young Master McShane.
The gentleman who had been summoned in his capacity of magistrate, thought it advisable to remove from the scene of distress without attempting to communicate with Mrs Austin in her present sorrow. He had been in conversation with O'Donahue and McShane at the time that he was summoned, and Mr Austin's illness and the various reports abroad had been there canvassed.
He went to Holborn accordingly, and found the shop in the same place, with the usual enticing odour sent forth from the grating which gave light and air to the kitchen; but he perceived that there was no longer the name of McShane on the private door, and entering the coffee-room, and looking towards the spot where Mrs McShane usually stood carving the joint, he discovered a person similarly employed whose face was unknown to him; in fact, it could not be Mrs McShane, as it was a man.
"I was amused; for I was thinking of the good-humoured face of Mrs McShane, which was much better than being in high company, and forgetting her entirely. Let me alone for amusing myself after my own fashion, O'Donahue, and that's all I wish. I suppose you have heard nothing in your travels about your Powlish princess?"
"I will do as you wish, sir; I will call upon my friend first, and my name's not McShane if I don't call upon his father afterwards." "Do nothing rashly, I beg," replied Mr Trevor; "recollect you have come to me for advice, and I think you are bound at least to hear what I have to propose before you act."
"The trial, conviction, and sentence to transportation for life of one Joseph Rushbrook, for the murder of a man of the name of Byres," replied McShane; "Mr Austin, you are of course aware that he is your son." "You have, of course, seen the party, and he has made that statement to you?" replied Mr Austin.
"Then, depend on it, it's Rushbrook himself, who has given himself brevet rank," replied McShane. "Where is he now?" "Down in Dorsetshire," said Mr Trevor. "He succeeded to the Austin estates, and has taken the name." "'Tis he 'tis he I'll swear to it," cried McShane. "Phillaloo! Murder and Irish! the murder's out now.
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