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4 sia ne beet Ai LONE itt AE batitts tal t YRIGHTERD IN 't880, BY. ——- Published Every Two Weeks. Shamus O’Brien, THE BOULD BOY OF GLINGAL: OR, Irish Hearts and Irish Homes. BY COL. DELLE SARA, AUTHOR OF “SILVER SAM, OF DEADWOOD,” “THE SCARLET CAPTAIN,” ‘‘ THE LION OF THE SEA,” ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. THE WIDOW O'BRIEN. A LEADEN sky frowned down on the wild, bleak hills of Connemara; it was an April day, but the weather.was much more suitable to drear November. The sky, dark and somber, cast a gloom over the land. It was early morning, yet there was quite a goodly number of people gathered about a a i , w ~ => ~ — ~— ~~ — = SS = —>y = 4 = Wy | : | a een AT en y Nica © LMM Wd Ys, ae 44 /}/ Wr ii UILE 44; Wg VtlHE . ULMON ip Vials Z OZ. ‘ ’ am / 4 98 WILLIAM STREET, N. Y., November 3, 1880. oe ae oe ee ee small cabin situated on the mountain road lead- ing from Ballinahinch northward. om the cabin one could easily look down upon the site of the town and watch nearly every inch of the road leading upward from it. The cabin was & mean, miserable hut, rudely built and sadly out of repair, hardly fit for the os a of a half-starved pig fet. alone a human ing. This was the home of the widow O’Brien, a decent woman and a hard-working old soul who, with her adopted son, Owney, attempted to get a living by cultivating the miserable | cee four-acre patch which was attached to the cabin, The little farm belonged to the estate owned Captain Desmond Burke, of Twelve Pins. b The eaptain was so termed because his resi- dence was situated near the little mountain range known as the Twelve Pins, which was some ten miles north-west of Ballinahinch, near the coast. And the peasants of the neighborhoed had paeneres in force, that morning, because it had en rumored abroad that notice of eviction was to be served upon the widow. = J ———— — UH. nN WANN a _ } N i : "ah! ‘ i Hil “ . wii , iat ‘ \\ iN r ail ae : ' ae = =o a: > z= Fe a ot SSS wie RS aie t ea iis sin ti oy ie BEADLE & ADAMS. ENTERED AT THE POST OFFICE AT NEW YORK, N. Y., AT SECOND CLASS MAIL RATES. Se Beadle ee a — Ten Cents a Copy. $2.50 a Year. — ee The neighbors had turned out in force, men and women and children, for the old, helpless widow had been subjected to treatment which appeared to them all to savor much of persecu- tion; and the men had come well-armed, too, with their good blackthorn sticks, and more than one muttered threat had been breathed as the little throng watched and waited for the process-server and his gang of constables to ap- pear. It had been widely whispered that resistanee would be offered, and the process-server, Doo- ney MacDarrow, a dirty scoundrel, who was eee by every decent man in the district, had openly boasted that he would serve the process if it took all the “‘sodgers” in the dis- trict to protect him. As we have hinted, there were some peculiar circumstances attending the case of the widow O’Brien. She was one of the many tenants of the large estate held by Desmond Burke, of Twelve Pins. Desmond Burke, as his name ay eee ed, was an Irishman born and an Irishman bred, a descendant of one of the most ancient of Celtic families, the rough-riding, hard-drinking Burkes 1 AN areca Poe aa | ti il a pispisedeesustecaey . - ‘ a ; f )) >» My if ith Atta | ‘I b)\ te yl ryt hy hg ; Pata. I) n ‘Whiten Nt ‘ mene TT LF Sadie WA i] ly ; ; Hite! i! UE ag AT a ' ’ : Pit & 1 y ae: Mal av. Se yang!) LAAN TY a Ay in 44s ay ij 4 - Mf P ty Md hile rat A | ad ) . eer Wifey, : pay" alee , ~S NOY YUVAL ARES ye ith Fy : ~ _— 7 . THE ENRAGED ASSAILANT NEVER RELAXED HER EFFORTS, WHILE THE PROCESS-SERVER DANCED ABOUT LIKE A MONKEY ON A HOT PLATR. ~eomichooks. (E