'You have treated him ill.' "'That I know I have,' she sobbed, 'and how can I do him justice ?' "'He loves you.' "'I know he does!' "'He is a shplendid man, and will make a much bitter husband than the spalpeen that ye now looks on with favor.' "'Shall I make him my husband ?' "'Yis; if ye wish to save yourself from purgatory.

If the other man marries yees, he'll murder yees the same night.' "'Oh!' shrieked the gal, as if she'd go down upon the ground, 'and how shall I save meself ?' "'By marrying Tom O'Reilly.' "'Is that the only way ?' "'Ay.

Does yees consint ?' "'I do; I must do poor Tom justice.' "'Will ye marry him this same night ?' "'That I will.' "'Tom is hid under this bridge; I'll go down and bring him up, and he'll go to the praist's with yees.

Don't ye shtir or I'll ate yees.' "So Tom whisked under the ind of the bridge, slipped off the sheet, all the time kaaping one eye cocked above to saa that Kitty didn't give him the shlip.

He then came up and spoke very smilingly to the gal, as though he hadn't seen her afore that night.