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needed no revelation. It was com
mon knowledge: he was a loafer,
'a vagrant, and a pauper in a land
of work and action.
"Shure, therels the garden stuff
to be pulled, andthere's food to be
got in the city" a village of one
thousand people is a "city" in the
West "and there's prairie hens to
be shot, and fish to be caught, and
and all that doctor dear."
"Four dollars a day won't be
enough." He glanced toward the bed
room door again. "Youll need help
for the sick-room and for the house
work, and help out here is expen
sive." "I'll do it meself, or die," she re
A few moments later the Young
Doctor was out in the rain, now di
minishing to a fine mist, making his
way to Nolan Doyle. Still the voice
kept dreaming of Inniskillen far away
and all that was done and left undone
"Why not go back to Inniskillen,
where you'd have a chance of seein'
her? Do you expect her to come to
you?" said the Young Doctor.
"Inniskillen's the place fpr you, my
man. You'd not be a rare avis there.
Here you are a rara avis, andi. you're
"I'd be what I was before, and it
wasn't a rareavis ayther," said Nolan,
still without looking up, though the
Young Doctor now stood almost in
front of him.
"And what were you before then?"
asked the Young Doctor.
"As good a man as anny barrin'
one, an' he was a lad of life and
"What did you do for a living?"
"You took the shillin'? You were
in the army?"
Suddenly Nolan got to his feet, for
the first time looked the Young Doc
tor in the eyes, and saluted. "I was
helpin' hold the pass beyand Pesha
wur whin you was ridin' the gray
mare barebacked round the Bantrim
Jlidges. There was work doin' then
beyond Peshawur. You're a doctor
now, savin' a man or two here and
there; I was a soldier then- helpin'
save the English pride and that's
life or death to millipns from Ross
lare to Gravesend."
The Young Doctor's eyes opened
wide, and he stood astonished and in
quiring. "You came from Inniskil
len then the song you sang . !"
"Oh, the song well, can't the
truth be told in a song anyhow?"
"It is your song your words-r-you
"Shure, it's aysier than cuttin' peat
or stalkin' Afghins."
"But your name Nolan Doyle?"
"Me name then was Phelan Fane."
"Phelan Fane ah, now I remem
ber! You joined the Divil's Own, and
went to India with Lord Harry Nolan
as your colonel?"
"And Captain Doyle was adjutant,
"Why did you change your name?"
He, looked at the other suspiciously.
"A deserter, too! Why did you de
sert? How many years had you put
"Six and a half sivin was me time.
I desarted, because I had a friend in
the same regiment, and he killed a
man oh, a damned villian he was,
that man! And I'd rather desart than
swear false upon the Book before the
Judge. For, God help me, I saw the
man killed wid me own eyes, and I
was the only one thalj did, and if I'd
spoke the truth . . . !"
"And your friend?"
"Shure, how could they hang him,
whin the evidence was gone away in
to the wide wdrld flyin' and flyin',
and flyin' twinty thousand miles'
"Aren't you afraid to tell me this?
. . . The arm of the law is long;
years do not count when crime's been
done. The law goes on and on and
on, no matter how far you be flyin'."
"Hush! Arrah" hush! I'd never be
thinkin' that one from Inniskillen
would betray me. D'ye mind the day