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'TIS A HUNDRED YEARS AGO. A DAUGHTER OF THE GERALDINES. OR A TALE OF TREASON AND OF LOYE, [BY J. ARTHUR PRICE. IJARTUSTER-AT-LAW.] CHAPTER VII. My brother, sir, came to bid me farewell. This letter i received as I left a party in a country house in Carmarthen. I left my carriage, and walked to the cottage which he indicated A A his place of refuge. I found, to my horror, tha,t a certain French officer WAS with him. I USED all my influence to dissuade him against his fatal enter- Drise but. alas sir, to no purpose. He was afraid that a warrant might be issued for his arrest; so I agreed to walk with bim to the coast in disguise, the French person having proposed to leave in a different way. Pitt's brow darkened as Lady Lucy spoke. P..3- markinjr this she paused, and the Prima Minister observed. I do not know how your ladyship re- conciles such conduct with your duty to your Sovereign." I cannot do so. sir." said Lucy but remem- ber. sir, I could not have surrendered that man without sealing: a brother's fate. You, sir. have a brother. At this moment, sir. my husband is fighting for his King on board one of HI* Majesty's ships of war. Susely, sir, his services and my sufferings may make some amend. But if I may continue, Mr. Owen arrived at the house, and demanded admission, calling out that there was a man dying at our gates. I told my brother and the Frenchman that we could not abandon a dying man but in order to save danger both to us and to Mr. Owen and his friend, I proposed that we should treat them as our prisoners. No one can be answerable in law, sir, you know, for what is done under decrees." "We rescued the fallen man," continued Lady Lucy, and who, I assure you. had beert injured and robbed by the witness, one Smith. We locked up Mr. Owen and his friend, so that they can iu no way be responsible for what occurred between us. I set them free in the morning, but obtained a pro- mise from Mr. Owen that he and his friend would not disclose the events of the night. Now, sir, you understand why my friend was silent." She paused for a little, but as Mr. Pitt did not speak, she resumed. "Mr. Owen afterwards went to Ireland to the halls of his betrothed bride. (A tear passed down Evelyns lips as Lady Lucy spoke.) When he was there the neighbouring village was seized and burnt by A party of yeomanry under the command of Captain Beresford. Some of that person's friends, disguised as Irishmen, carried off Miss Carson from her home. and the credit of this out- rage HAS b?en assigned by TLW English press to Irishmen. Captain Beresford afterwards joined the abductors, and was bearing MM Carson to some abode of darkness when his troop was sur- prised by a party of msurareiitjs, he hicusnU' shot, and Miss Carson captured by tMm. A priest, Father John, whose name you well know, and who is now dead. headed the party, and took POSSESSION of the Captain's papers. My friend WAS t'ken to the insurgents' camp. but was kindly treated, especially when it war. known that her brother was in the ranks of the rebel array. When the rebels were finally defeated. Father John dismissed the young lady secretly, giving her this htter which HE had t&kou FROM Captw-IA P^RES ford's body. It is WRITTEN by one SERGEANT Button, and will, throw some light ON TH* P'OETV.VIINJS of his Majesty's friends in Wale* AND Ireland. This letter I GIVE you to read. Mr. Pitt. I know you are a STERN supporter of the present SYSTEM of rule both IN IRELAND AND EN,;] A ad. but I would ask you T-I do justice." Mr. Pitt bowed, but MAU-J NO ar.swsr. He, how- ever. gianced carefully AR 11te IS'.TWI-. It was written by Seageant Button to Mr. Horesford. and although ambiguously worded was char enough in the light of Lady Lucy s statements. AS Mr. Pitt ran 111;1 eye down the PAGE he read that the writer CONGRATULATED Captain Eeresford on his plan for paaishmg a certain insolent damsel for her scorn, and congratulated hit a even more warmly on the fact that his very deed would maice it the more E-IAY to cause such A detestation of his Majesty's enemies in Ireland that their extermin- ation would be A more easy matter to uSect. The writer went on to TJAY that H- saw n. W*y to deal A SEVERE b'ow at a dangerous enemy of his Majesty, one 0. Wales, Through ONE Smith, whom Captain BE-esford knew, he believed that Arthur could be brought to JUSTICE o.U the ground of TREASON, and if that were EFFECTED HE HOPED th*t his Majesty's FRIENDS would enjoy his broad lands in a certain county ot North Wales. THE letter was signed HOARY Button. •• La die- said Mr. Pitt, "on THIS letter I will pronounce no PRESENT opinion but it SEEMS to me that this young man has had a great wrong, and it shall be righted. Although," he added sorrowfully, it may not in these dangerous times bo possible for a Minister to punish some rascals as they deserve." Lady Lucy then told the Premier th;>t Mr. Williams, K.S., and Mr. Clavering, Mr. Owen's counsel, were at present in town, but as they were both strong Whigs they had not thought it wise to approach the head of the Tory Government. They forgot. Lady Lucy," said Mr. Pitt, that I am myself a Whig. But let them come, and I will do what is right." And now my friend has a request to make," said Lady Lucy." Evelyn, as she spoke, threw herself on llU knees before Mr. Pitt. and only said. I thank you, sir. for what you have done for us and for justice. Now I would ask you for mercy. My brother's life." Pitt's brow darkened again, and Lady Lucy once more interposed. Oh, Mr. Pitt, listen, to her. We confess her brother to have been a traitor, and rebel. But, remember, he was but a boy, and he was stung to fury when ruffians burnt his village and insulted women before his eyes. Think, sir, what Mise Carson has suffered. Her father, a true and loyal servant of the king, has died of grief and shame. She, herself, has Buffered from the so-called servants of the king a shameful insult, and has passed months in a terrible captivity. Her lover has un- justly languished in prison. Surely, sir, these things may plead for her ?" Evelyn said nothing, but burst into a flood of tears. Pitt looked at her. face, and he thought of his first lost love, the Honourable Eleanor Eden, and of the rambles in the Surrey woods. He could not see this fair girl weep. Rise, Miss Carson," he said gently, "soil will ask the King to grant your brother a pardon, and I trust that his future life will justify the royal clemency." Both ladies thanked him with all the passionate warmth of Irish hearts, and the Premier then offered to escort them to their carriage. As they walked down the stairs he remarked, Hard and stern as you. may think me, I tell you Lady Lucy that these horrors in Ireland are telling on me as surely as on the victims themselves. It is not work that I love to do I hoped to have beon a reformer of the State, and a redresser of abuses. Hard fate has involved me in a struggle with reason and lawlessness in all parts of the world. I must do what I think is my duty, and yet at times I feel it hard to do. May Heaven have mercy on me, and may posterity pardon me As she got into her carriage Lady Lucy suddenly recollected a previous request that she had made of another high personage with all too disastrous resulte. "Pardon me, Mr. Pitt," she said, but I would ask one favour more of you, and this is not for myself nor for a friend, but for an enemy of my nation. But it is right to be unselfish. There is a great preacher in Wales called Rhys Edwards. He supports your party, and he preached to the Welsh soldiers who went to Ireland. But the people love him, and for their sakes may I ask you to mention him to the Lord Chancellor when a Chancellor's Jiving requires to be filled." Pitt was touched at her generosity. Lady Lucy," he said, a I will try and remember your friend, but I must warn you that my Chancellor and myself are not the closest friends, and these questions of livings are generally settled at the request of the county magistrates in t he district." Lady Lucy smiled, but somewhat sadly, and they took a courteous farewell. Late on that evening, old Yaughau Williams called at Lady Lucy's hotel, and saw Evelyn and her¿elf.. The old lawyer sat down, took a pinch of snuff and rubbed his hands. Glorious news, my Lady and pretty MISS Carson. Now dry your eyes. All is as straight as can be. Harry Dundas and Pitt were pretty sharp with us. I believe Smith and Button have done business together before now. But Clavering and I were down with our proofs, and the dear lad will be a free man very soon, and that wretch Smith will be clapped into gaol, and I hope he will swing. And that is not the best either. They will give up Button the scamp, although they will not indict him. But he will have a strong hint to give up all his posts, and our old courts will never see that ruffian again. Cymric Fn, Cyrnru Fydd young ladies, as the old song says. Our Welsh- men have beaten th&t wretched old Satou at last. And I will see if I cannot get the Bishop to give A certain yonng friend of ours, the Chancellorship. But, my lady, I must ask for a glass of the generous liquor to drink to you all, An old fellow is out of the running with lames, so he can only drink their health." As the old man sat, filled1 MS glass of port to Evelyn and Arthur's health, LIE could not help murmuring "Ah, my lady, although all is well as ends well, as our immortal William Shakespeare says, I have lost a Sue case. But. all THE same. I am NOT sorry I could not have endured' for that wretch Button to have cross-examined yoo." CHAPTER VIII. AND- LAST. The village of Abermaw is gay with flags and decorations, and down the roads folks are stream- ing to the Church in their holiday attire. The men look well in their Sunday coats the old women look even better in the red shawls and top hats, and the young girls arc gay with Sowers. It is a I pleasant sight, as down the road to the old parish church they stream that November* day, when before the altar Arthur Owen shaH take Evelyn Cawson for his bride. There are .few prettier sight*; in the world than a Welsh wedding. The English stranger, who has lost his idea of clanship, can never understand why the Welshman so keenly weep with another's griefs and rejoices with another's joy. They crowd down to the old church, some wending their way along the sandy shore and some along the rugged road. And the day is fair, not a common thing in Abermaw in November, and the waves of the sea beat on the shore, men say. with less fierceness than is their wont at this season of che year. The doors of the church are open, and as bride- groom and bride wait to exchaage a word with the old parish clerk, who touches his forelock gravely. they looked at the scat where Lady Lucy sat still in deep mourning for her brother's death. They say I should not have come." she after- wards said. but why should my grief make others, unhappy." Arthur looked round, but he coulinot see Rhys, whom he had asked to come. The poor preacher had declined with many thanks. Truth be told, he could not face Lady Lucy and Evelyn. The horrors of the ninety-eight had CO*A*3 home to him and haunted him night and day. He felt that the crime lay on his head. and he prayed that he might be forgiven. Aud from that time he was a changed man. He was less severe and dogmatic, and felt that even among those whose religious views he most disliked there might be truth. Worn out and exhausted, his old friend Alltud Mon lay dead in a soft country grave by Lady Lucy's Carmarthen home, and Rhys had wandered there- on foot and had mourned for him. But though he could mourn over the dead he could not at present face the living. Yet he aud Owen continued life-long friends, and he had often to acknowledge the kind- ness of Lady Lucy Foley, and Rhys did not only make amends to individuals. He made it to the nation he had wronged. In spite of all the effort;; of John Eiins in 1827. he firmly supported the claim of the Roman Catholics to emancipation, and whan the aged man. denounced by those whom he had most loved for his generous support of liberty of conscience and national justice, told the story to his truest friend, Lady Lucy smiled softly, and said," Do not mourn, Rhys, the dead whom you wrong without intending harm have pardoned you." The Rector of Abermaw had no conscience in this matcer. He continued a fierce old Tory and coercionist to the end of his days, but he was glad that Arthur OWEN had sown his wild cats, !).nd ns he sincerely trusted (as he tcld the cltyrk after he had read the morning service), that he H^D done with his Irishism for ever, and would be a respec- table country gentleman, as his fathers were before. He read the service, however, with all proper solemnity, and wished the young pair a bright and happy future. :;< It is in 1844. An old grey-haired man and woman sit round the Christmas Eve fire of & Car- marthenshire country house, and a. girl sits by and reads to them. •' What grand ballads they are," said Lady Lucy. Your grand-daughter reads charmingly, Arthur. ) What a grand man Thomas Davis and his friends of the "Nation" are, Arthur! What heroes he makes of us. And he writes of Wales as well as Ireland. I tell you, Arthur, that though we shall not live to see it. there will be a better day for both the dear lands yet." I think so. too but, Evelyn, sing us a song, child ?" And Evelyn went to the piano and sang— Who fears to speak of ninety-eight, Who blushes at the name ? When cowards mock the patriots f.te, Who hangs his head for shame ? He's all 110 knave, or half a slave, Who slights his country thus But A true man, like you. my man, Will fill yeur giaas v/ith us. And tears stood in the old people's eyes, and the bells rang and told them that Christmas had come. [THE END.]

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