The indignation of Mary O'Rca
dy, on seeing the outrage committed
on her husband, was too deep to find
uttcrence in words. With com
pressed lip and blanched cheeks she
turned her beautiful and tearful ha
zle eyes to heaven, as if imploring
speedy vengeance on the head of the
base coward, who had thus mangled
her dear Terry, for Mary loved him
well. She spoke little while using
soothing appliances to his larcera
ted back, except those gentle words
of condolence, and which in his own
Molly's sweet tones were ever
greatful to Terry's ears. But when
after rendering him as comfortable
as. she could, she expressed a reso
lution of going directly into Broud
ford, Terry strongly remonstrated
against the folly of such an net.
"What are you afraid of?" said
Mary, "surely, bad as the villains
are, they would not flog a woman."
"They would flog the mother of glo
ry," exclaimed Terry, "if they could
catch her out of heaven, and sure it
was becaus" I mentioned her name
that the black hangman Whitakcr
flogged mc in this way the Lord's
blessing be on you, Mary, honey,
and do not venture among the de
vils." "Terry, you know I have never
done anything against your will, but
let me .have my own way this time
and I promise you, you will not be
sorry.
