No Defense, Complete

note. Arrived there, Miles Calhoun gave himself to examination by Government officials and to assisting

te. Yet he had not enough ability to develop his position by the chances offered him. He had not

is own and his agent's bad management. In his particular district he was a power; in Dublin he soon showed the weaker side of his

where temptation was, and fell into it. He steadily diminished his powers of resistance to s

g with an assured step. It was Erris Boyne, the divorced husband of Mrs. Llyn and the father of Sheila Llyn; but this fact was not

is Boyne sa

g and have a skinful. You'll meet people worth knowing. The

-class institution," remarked Dyck, with a pause

r than Dyck, laughed, flicked a little p

man has done worse than lead a gay stripling like you into pleasant ways

y, at the Breakneck Club?" s

mething when they get together, and we can't be

Dyck, with a little touch of malice

laid a hand

at lot; but there'll be some men of the right stamp." He watched Dyck carefully out of the corner of his eye. "It's funny,"

Irish. There are the United Irishmen and the Defenders on one side, and the Peepo'-Day Boys, or Orangemen, on the other-Catholic and Protestant, at each other's throats. The

of Irish Independence. Yet maybe, before that comes, the French will have a try for power here. And upon my word, if I have to live under foreign rule, I'd as leave have a French whip over me a

k, his eyes half closing. "I'm not believing all I hear, as if it was a pr

angels-his mother; the other a girl he had met on the hills of Connemara, a wonderfully pretty girl of seventeen. How should he know that the girl was Erris Boyne's

. The time he had spent with her had been very brief, but full of life, interest, and character. She was lik

d brought down a pheasant outside the covert at Loyland Towers. Whether at Loyland Towers, or at her mother's house in Limerick, there was no

man. She influenced him as no woman had ever yet done; but he saw no happy ending to the dream. He was too poor to marry; he had no trade or profession; his father's affairs were in a bad way. He co

he know that Boyne was an agent of the most evil forces in Ireland-an agent of skill

as though many doubtful people, many reckless ones, all those with purposes, fads, and fancies, were there. Here was an irresponsible member of a Government department; there an officer of His Majesty's troops; beyond, a proflig

General, who had brought the message to Miles Calhoun. It was with this man-Leonard Mal

ng. Dyck distrusted Mallow, and allowed his distrust exercise. It was unfortunate that Mallow won from

success in a scheme of his cards

that at your

where you live in hel

Dyck across the face

they teach wh

oment Dyck continued: "I wouldn't make a fuss over it. Let's finish the game. There's no go

; and when he was drunk daring was strong in him. He h

and until the end of the game he played with sang-froid, daring, and skill. He loved cards; he loved the strife of skill agai

arly all he had lost, he rose

here from whom I

k nodded. One of them he kne

"thank you. Shall it be swords or p

marked Mallow grimly, for h

odded

ill. As y