Not so. When fate seems to lower darkest, sunlight comes. O'Brallaghan has brought his stalwart fist down on Mr. Jinks' nose but once, has scarcely caused the "gory blood" of that gentleman to spout forth from the natural orifices, when a vigorous female hand is laid upon his collar, and he turns.
It is Mistress O'Calligan Sheeley come to the rescue of her husband.
O'Brallaghan is pulled from Jinks—that hero rises, and attempts to flee.
He rushes into the arms of another lady, who, in passing near the crowd, has been caught up like a leaf and buried in the combat—Miss Sallianna.
But fate is again adverse, though impartial. Mr. Jinks and O'Brallaghan are felled simultaneously by mighty blows, and the rout closes over them.
As they fall, a swaying motion in the crowd is felt—the authorities have arrived—the worn-out combatants draw off, sullenly, and the dead and wounded only are left upon the field.
The crowd retires—they have had their fight, and broken numerous heads. They have vindicated the honor of their Saints—to-morrow they are friends and neighbors again.
One beautiful and touching scene is left for aftertimes—one picture which even the historic muse might have paused near, and admired.
Two lovely dames contend for the privilege of holding a bloody warrior's head, whose nose is injured.
It is Mr. Jinks, Miss Judith, and Miss Sallianna.