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off; an' if a wicked sthroke was given, 'twas 

 sure to be by Donogh Dhuv, as he was called, 

 by raison of his black hair an' his black 

 looks. Often and often the priest warned 

 him of his evil doin's ; but Donogh only 

 grinned at his reverence, an' could never be 

 got by the same token to attind to his duty. 

 His poor wife, the cratur, had a bitter lot in 

 store for herself by him. He dhrank what- 

 ever he aimed ; an' only for the naybors, God 

 knows but there never would be a bit or sup 

 in the house to keep starvashin from the door. 

 She came of dacent people, the Murphys of 

 Ballycasey; and at long last, when Donogh 

 Dhuv put the welt of a stick on her face, she 

 ran away from him to her father. Her brother, 

 Tom Murphy, widout sayin' a word, came up 

 to Mr. Boyce's haggard, where Donogh was 

 at work be himself. What passed betune 

 thim first never was known ; but anyhow, 

 Donogh was found killed wid a pitchfork in 

 the haggard, and Tom Murphy went off wid 

 his sister to Americay, and never has been 

 heard of from that day to this. 



" About three years after, I was doin' a bit 



