industhry--and, maybe, a handful of money besides. But, as for being
afeard--I niver heard yet that a Kelly need be afeard of a Lynch in
Dunmore."

In this manner did Mrs Kelly express the various thoughts that ran
through her head, as she considered Anty's affairs; and if we could
analyse the good lady's mind, we should probably find that the result
of her reflections was a pleasing assurance that she could exercise
the Christian virtues of charity and hospitality towards Anty, and, at
the same time, secure her son's wishes and welfare, without subjecting
her own name to any obloquy, or putting herself to any loss or
inconvenience. She determined to put no questions to Anty, nor even to
allude to her brother, unless spoken to on the subject; but, at the
same time, she stoutly resolved to come to no terms with Barry, and
to defy him to the utmost, should he attempt to invade her in her own
territories.

After a sound sleep Anty got up, much strengthened and refreshed, and
found the two Kelly girls ready to condole with, or congratulate her,
according to her mood and spirits. In spite of their mother's caution,
they were quite prepared for gossiping, as soon as Anty showed the
slightest inclination that way; and, though she at first was afraid to
talk about her brother, and was even, from kindly feeling, unwilling
to do so, the luxury of such an opportunity of unrestrained confidence
overcame her; and, before the three had been sitting together for a
couple of hours, she had described the whole interview, as well as the
last drunken midnight visit of Barry's to her own bed-room, which, to
her imagination, was the most horrible of all the horrors of the night.

Poor Anty. She cried vehemently that morning--more in sorrow for her
brother, than in remembrance of her own fears, as she told her friends
how he had threatened to shut her up in a mad-house, and then to murder
her, unless she promised him not to marry; and when she described how
brutally he had struck her, and how, afterwards, he had crept to her
room, with his red eyes and swollen face, in the dead of the night,
and, placing his hot mouth close to her ears, had dreadfully sworn that
she should die, if she thought of Martin Kelly as her husband, she
trembled as though she was in an ague fit.

The girls said all they could to comfort her, and they succeeded in
a great degree; but they could not bring her to talk of Martin. She
shuddered whenever his name was