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"And unwelcome?" she added. "Who is it?" "An English officer," Asgill explained, "from Tralee. He is saying that the Castle has heard something, and has sent him here to look about him." Naturally the danger seemed greater to the two than to Asgill, who knew his man. Words of dismay broke from Flavia and O'Beirne. "From Tralee?" she cried. "And an English officer? Good heavens! Do you know him?"
They gaped at him in wonder. Then one uttered an imprecation. "The McMurrough will explain if you will go with him," Colonel John answered patiently, "I say again, gentlemen, I shall not run away." "If you mean her any harm " "I mean her no harm." "Are you alone?" "I am alone." So far Morty. But Phelim O'Beirne was not quite satisfied.
During the subsequent silence Dan thought, among other things, that it was "aisy for his grandfather to be talkin';" but in this he made a mistake. For old O'Beirne remembered vividly that he had once had his own restless ambitions, and his chances, too, of realising them, in times when he did more stirring things than merely forge pike-heads.
And he proceeded to read out the report of the degree conferred honoris causâ upon the distinguished young Irishman, Mr. Nicholas O'Beirne, whose recent contributions to the study of the higher mathematics had roused so much interest in scientific circles. "Ay, true for you, Dan," said Mary; "you don't hear them callin' Dr. Carson an Honory-causy."
He had not long left, when a French cutter hove in sight and took off O'Sullivan, intending to touch at another point, and take in the prince and O'Neil. O'Beirne, a lieutenant in the French army, "and two other gentlemen," had adventured in search of him. Poor O'Neil, in seeking to rejoin his master, was taken prisoner, carried to London, and is lost from the record.
Byers next door said she wondered "the young chap didn't of an odd while take him be the two shoulders and sling him over the dyke." "So you're off to the fair," said old O'Beirne. "And is it sellin' the pony you'd be at last? Sure, now, he'll be the pick of the market, that's sartin." "Ah, they'll niver give me me price for him, the naygurs," said Ody.
Polymathers himself meanwhile was perhaps dimly conscious that he had disappointed hopes, and failed to rise duly to the occasion; and this may have been why he slipped indoors, and fetched out a small book he had never produced before, bound in a dingy greenish blue, with a white paper label. "D'you know what that is, sir?" he questioned, rhetorically, handing it to Felix O'Beirne.
Mrs. O'Beirne kept telling me she was used to it, and that nothing ever happened; but by the time I reached Rostrevor I was as poor a worn-out rag as ever you saw. To MISS RUXTON. EDGEWORTHSTOWN, Dec. 22, 1831. Francis was married on the 19th to Rosa Florentina Eroles; Sneyd, Fanny, and Lestock were present.
"It's a grand thing," he said defiantly, "to have all the world before you." The sentiment was not accepted without qualification. "That depinds," said old O'Beirne. "Somewhiles I question wud you find anythin' in it better than a warm corner and a pipe of 'baccy, if you thramped the whole of it. And you might happen on a dale worse. What do you say, mother?"
Such splendid fighters as General James R. O'Beirne, Colonel Guiney, Colonel Cavanagh, Colonel John P. Byron, Colonel Patrick Gleason, General Denis F. Burke, wrote their names red over a score of battle fields, but one cannot hope to cover more than a fraction of the brilliant men of Irish blood who led and bled in the long, hard, and strenuous struggle.
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