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wmmmmmmmmmmmm dose, Mr. MacShane?" says I. Up he springs and out he comes and we had a fine tussle in the cornfields; but, seeing he had my advantage by four inches and twenty pounds, it wasn't long be fore he had me down. "Do you give me best, Mister Dermott?" he astes, sneering. But I said nothing and Terence rose with a laugh and went into Mary's cottage again. There wasn't a scratch or a bruise on him, either. Well, that settled that, and I packed and got ready to take the boat for Cork, thinking maybe I'd go to America. I knew there were bigger fishes in the sea than I'd hooked yet. But my heart was sore for Mary O'Toole, and I couldn't stay in Dunchestown any longer. Who should I meet at the dock but Terence himself with his pack, and he scowled at me and I scowled at him; and then we both burst out laughing. "So we're both in the same boat, Terense," I says. "There's an hour yet. Come, tell me all about it." He told me, and I learned that he and Mary had quarreled bitter ly the night before about some trifle I think it was whether Limerick had better pigs than Dunchestown and she had flung his ring in his face and slammed the door on him. By the time he had made an end of telling me we found that we had missed the boat. But by that time Terence had began to feel differently. He decided to go back to Limerick and not try his fortunes in Cork at all. I didn't tell him my plans, but I saw him aboard the train and made my way back to Dunches town. I was a long way from the cottage when I saw Mary sitting inside. She wasn't stirring hand or foot, and that meant some thing for Mary. When I got in her eyes were wet with crying. "Mary, asthore," says I, "I've come back to you. Won't you take me?" She put her head on my shoul der and cried there. And that's how I caught her heart on. the bounce, as I said. The wedding day was all set tled, but very soon I saw that it was Terence all the time and not me she cared for. Faith, there's no telling how a girl's tastes will run. And I saw there wouldn't be overmuch happiness in store for us, but I wasn't going to let a Limerick man, and a giant at that, steal her from one of the Dermotts. So I made out I didn't see through her pretense at car ing for me. As for Terence, I met him once when I was into Limerick with a drove of hogs. He looked at me sort of surly, but didn't bear malice when I went up and spoke to him. I found out that he loved Mary just as much as ever. But I didn't feel any more like losing the pride of" Dunchestown to a Limerick man. So I put my trouble before the priest. When "Father O'Brien had heard my scheme for making an end of Terence, I mean as a gossi-