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ARRAH -NA-POGUE
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0 'Grady." Then, at the sound of the guard approaching to conduct Shaun to his court-martial, her consideration was all for him.
"Shaun, come what may, you must not die!" she declared.
"Maybe he'll get off, afther all," suggested Arrah, clinging to Shaun. "They say the law is mighty onsartain."
But Shaun had confessed himself guilty, and when, in court, he was asked by the Major for his defense and his witnesses, the prisoner had to acknowledge himself without either. The good Colonel did all in his power to have him acquitted, and the peasants, who filled the courtroom, and were a constant menace to the dignity of the proceedings, contributed a solid offering of sympathy and loyalty. But the unspeakable Feeny, amid groans and jeers, gave his damaging version of the robbery, and of Arrah 's having the notes. So a conviction was inevitable ; and the sentence pronounced was death at daylight the following day.
Thru misty eyes, Shaun saw Arrah rise up and stretch out her arms to him. He threw off his guard and went to her; she clasped him close and kist him wildly. The soldiers forced him from her, and dragged him from the courtroom. And Arrah fell back sobbing into the arms of the compassionate priest, who had comforted her thruout the trial.
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When the paroxysm passed, she resumed her vigil outside the walls of the castle in which was Shaun 's prison. Only a few more hours and Shaun would be taken from her ! He was to die for her and the young master, and there was no power that could save him.
But there were other intentions in regard to Shaun 's fate forming in minds that could see a gleam of hope. And that gleam of hope to each of them was an appeal to the Secretary of State in Dublin.
Young Beamish McCoul was the
THE TRIAL OF SHAUN