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Go to-morrow morning early, about eight o'clock, fetch another memorial, and wait upon Major Vanston; state your case to him plainly and simply, and, my life for yours, he will not neglect you, at all events. Get a fresh memorial drawn up this very day." "I can easily do that," said Bryan, "for I have a rough copy of the one I sent; it was Hycy Burke drew it up."
Why he must have an extensive correspondence, this Bryan M'Mahon. I wonder who it's from." "There's no wonder at all about it," replied the post-master, "it's from Major Vanston. Here's his frank and handwriting in the direction and all." "Allow me to look," said Hycy, glancing at it. "Yes, you are quite right, that is the gallant Major's hand, without any mistake whatsoever.
"You were about to add some other name?" said he; "in the mean time compose yourself and proceed." Hycy Burke's face at this moment had become white as a sheet; in fact, to any one of common penetration, guilt and a dread of the coming disclosure were legible in every lineament of it. "Who was the other person you were about to mention?" asked Vanston. "His own son, sir, Mr. Hycy Burke, there."
"For all that," replied her father, "it's strongly suspected that he's goin' over to the tories, an' will vote for Vanston to-morrow." Kathleen rose with a glowing cheek, and an eye sparkling with an enthusiastic trust in her lover's faith; "No, father," said she, "by the light of heaven above us, he will never vote for Vanston unless Vanston becomes the friend of our religion.
How dare you, then, polute the house of God, or come in presence of His Holy altar, wid such a crust of crimes upon your soul? Can you deny that you entered into a league of hell wid the devil and Major Vanston, and that you promised him your vote if he'd get the fine removed?" "I can," replied Bryan; "there's not one word of truth in it."
The canvass was now going on with great zeal on the part of Chevydale and Vanston. Sometimes Hycy was disposed to support the one and sometimes the other, but as to feeling a firm attachment to the cause or principles of either, it was not in his nature.
Vanston and their landlord, both of whom entered the house. "Gentlemen, you're welcome," said old M'Mahon; "but I'm sorry to say that it's to a house of grief and throuble I must welcome you death's here, gentlemen, and more than death; but God's will be done, we must be obaidient." "M'Mahon," said Chevydale, "give me your hand.
Bryan has proved false and a traitor; he voted for Vanston yesterday, and that vote has put the bitter enemy of our faith into Parliament." "Bryan M'Mahon a traitor!" exclaimed Kathleen; "no, Hanna no, I say a thousand times no. It could not be the thing is impossible impossible!"
They accordingly proceeded towards the court house, and on their way Hycy addressed him as follows: "Now, Bryan, in order to give your conduct an appearance of greater generosity, I will pretend to dissuade you against voting for Vanston, or, rather, I will endeavor, as it were, to get your vote for Chevydale.
If you see him, tell him there's a letter from Major Vanston in the office for him." We must still trace Hycy's motions. On leaving the post-office, he went directly to the Head Inn, where he knew Bryan M'Mahon was waiting until the town should become perfectly calm and quiet.
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