The Man From Glengarry

e minute more would have done for them, but in that minute the door came crashing in. There was a mighty roar, "Glengarry! Glengarry!" and t

room, and again raising his battle-cry, "Glengarry!" he seized the nearest shrinking Frenchman, lifted him high, and hurled him smashing into the bottles behind the counter. His men, following him, bounded like tigers on their prey. A few minu

g his eye round the room, "whe

back of the crowd near th

rough the crowd with his great, long arm, he caught M

s the cause of this wickedness. Now, may the Lord have mercy on your soul." With one hand he gripped Murphy by

ng myself. Hence, you r-r-a-a-t!" As he spoke he lifted the shaking wretch as if he had

"Will not two of you come forth, then?" No one moved. "Come to me!" he suddenly cried, and sna

irst time lying in the corner with Big Mack s

g toward LeNoir. "And is it you that has done t

g up his hands, "das me; Louis LeNoir! by Gar

oir was no coward, and besides his boasted reputation was at stake. He thought he saw his chance, and rushing at Macdonald as he was bending over his brother, delivered his terrible 'lash'.

e!" and so saying, he caught LeNoir on the

" said Macdonald, for LeNoir w

d the bloody froth that was oozing from

), are ye hurted? Can ye

was a necessity-Donald man-and-he

greed his brother, "but I will be

to rise, when his br

tween his painful gasps, "because I will be

r hate in his face see

e deserves-'Vengeance is mine saith the Lord,' and I have solemnly pr

is not given me to punish you for your coward'

y. Bon! Louis LeNware, de bes bully on de Hottawa, he's not 'fraid for hany man, by Gar!" He pranced up

d of appeal-"I hev given my promise, a

LeNoir, spi

the enemy," said Macdonald, gravely, "for I

ietness and self-control for fear. "You no good! Yo

f to himself. "I am a man of grace

d knocking his heels together with blood-curdling yells. He seemed to feel that

ments from his brother's side, where he had been wiping his li

u de same way! By Gar!" so saying he approached Macdon

, LeNoir. Here!" he offered the other side of his face. LeNoir dan

have been mad with his rage and vanity, else he had caught the glitter in the blue eyes looking through the shaggy hair.

to my hand. For it is the third time he has smitten me, and that is beyond the limit appointed b

h an unwary opponent. But Macdonald had been waiting for that trick. Stopping short, he leaned over to one side, and stooping slightly, caught LeNoir low and tossed him clear over his head. LeNoir fell with a terrible thud on his back, but was on his feet again like a cat and ready for the ever-advancing Macdonald. But though he had not been struck a single blow he knew that he had met his master. That unbreakable guard, the smiling face with the gleaming, unsmiling eyes, that awful unwavering advance, were too much for him. He was pale, his breath came in quick gasps, and his eyes showed the fear of a hunted beast. He prepared for a final effort. Feigning a greater distress than he felt, he yielded weakly to Macdonald's advance, then suddenly gathering his full strength he sprang into the air and lashed out backward at that hated, smiling face. His boot found its mark, not on Macdonald's face, but fair on his neck. The effect was terrific. Ma

asting are over. You will no longer glory in your

head, and his breath sobbing in raucous gasps. Slowly the head went back. The crowd stood in horror-stricken silence waiting for the sickening snap. Yankee, unable to stan

acdonald, hol

l silence-"Tonald-you will not-be killing-him. Remember that now

nd recalled him to himself. He paused, threw back his

!" he groaned, "

sure of himself. He was recalled by a grip of his arm. He turned and saw h

ing to do to him?" he deman

s father, who was still lying propped up on some coats. "Why di

oise of the room. Macdonald stood still, gazing at the fierc

would have pleased me well, but the hand of the

minute and more he struggled fiercely, crying to be set free, till recognizing the uselessness of his efforts he grew calm, and said quietly, "Let

her, and if my father will die, then by the life of God [a common oath among the shanty-men] I

s." The lad heeded him not, but sank down beside his father on the floo

eep his word." He laid his hand in a momentary caress upon his b

urned to Dan Murphy an

he turned away, and with Big Mack's help bore his brother to the pointer, followed by his men, bloody, bruised, but unconquered. But befor

nor looked his way, but p

ut purty mighty quick. We'll want the river in about two days." Dan Murphy sa

an undertone the words, "Vengeance is mine saith the Lord." And as he sat by the camp-fire that night listening to Yankee's account of the beginning of the troub

hed? I will seek him to-morrow." An

with him to-morrow. Stealing silently through the bushes he came to where he could see the kne

Then after a pause came the words, "'Vengeance is mine saith the Lord!' Vengeance is mine! Ay, it is the true word! But, Lord, let not this man of Belial, this Papish, escape

en fell on his face again. The Vision was upon him. "Ah, Lord, it is the bloody hands and feet I see. It is enough." At this Ranald slipped back awe-stricken to the camp. When, after

seeing something," said

'? What? A bar?"

voice. "He has the sight. Be quate

said: "There will be no more of this. 'Vengeance is mine saith the Lord!' It is not for me. The Lord will do His own work.