And leave his son so poor.”
Some kind friend managed that Nettie should be favoured with a sight of one of these precious productions.
“If he kills me one day they will sing all about that through the streets,” she thought with a shiver.
Blue eyes and golden hair, what a day’s work you wrought when in the bright sunshine you went away with Daniel Brady, trusting the whole future of your young life in his hands.
CHAPTER VII.
KINGSLOUGH IS PLACARDED.
Public opinion is treacherous and unmanageable as the sea. One hour a man is sitting high and dry watching the waves encircle some far away object; the next he beholds them hurrying in to engulf himself.
Once the tide sets against any person, it increases in volume and strength every moment, but there are no precise means of knowing when it will turn in this manner or of telling why it has done so.
Fast as they could flow the waters of popular dissatisfaction were running against Mr. Brady.
At a local meeting held at Glenwellan, which he had the courage or the hardihood to attend, he was hissed, whilst General Riley’s appearance proved the signal for loud and prolonged applause.
Some who were sufficiently indifferent to both men to be able to observe accurately, reported that Mr. Brady turned white to the lips at a display of feeling so decided and so unexpected; and this is sufficiently probable, since those who are the most ready to defy the opinion of their fellows are the least willing to put up with the consequences such defiance usually entails.