"the jolly bowlers"—the double fray and the flight.

at the time of which we write, there lay at the southern extremity of the city of dublin, a bowling-green of fashionable resort, well known as "cullen's green." for greater privacy it was enclosed by a brick wall of considerable height, which again was surrounded by stately rows of lofty and ancient elms. a few humble dwellings were clustered about it; and through one of them, a low, tiled public-house, lay the entrance into this place of pastime. thitherward o'connor and o'hanlon, having left their horses at the "cock and anchor," were led by the wily italian.

"the players you say, will not stop till dusk," said o'connor; "we can go in, and i shall wait until the party have broken up, to speak to ashwoode; in the interval we can mix with the spectators, and so escape remark."

they were now approaching the little tavern embowered in tufted trees, and as they advanced, they perceived a number of hack carriages and led horses congregated upon the road about its entrance.

"sir henry is within; that iron-grey is his horse; sangue dun dua, there is no mistake," observed the neapolitan.

the little party entered the humble tavern, but here they were encountered by a new difficulty.

"you can't get in to-night, gentlemen—sorry to disappint, gentlemen; but the green's engaged," said mine host, with an air of mysterious importance; "a private party, engaged two days since for fear of a disappint."

"are they so strictly private, that they would not suffer two gentlemen to be spectators of their play?" inquired o'hanlon.

"my orders is not to let anyone in, good, bad, or indifferent, while they are playing the match; that's my orders," replied the man; "sorry to disappint, but can't break my word with the gentlemen, you know."

"is there any other entrance into the bowling-green?" inquired o'connor, "except through that door."

"divil a one, sir, where would it be?—divil a one, gentlemen," replied mine host, "no other way in or out."

"we will rest ourselves here for a time, then," said o'connor.

accordingly the party seated themselves in the low-roofed chamber through which the bowlers on quitting the ground must necessarily pass; and calling for some liquor to prevent suspicion, moodily awaited the appearance of the young baronet and his companions. many a stern, impatient glance of expectation did o'connor direct to the old door which alone separated him from the traitor and hypocrite who had with such monstrous fraud practised upon his unsuspecting confidence. at length he heard gay laughter and the tread of many feet approaching; the proprietor of "the jolly bowlers" opened the door, and several merry groups passed them by and took their departure, but o'connor's eye in vain sought among them the form of young ashwoode.

"i see the grey horse still at the door; i know it as well as i know my own hand," said the italian; "as sure as i am leeving man, sir henry is there still."

after an interval so considerable that o'connor almost despaired of the appearance of ashwoode, voices were again audible, and steps approaching the door-way at a slow pace; the time between the first approach of those sounds, and the actual appearance of those who caused them, appeared to the overwrought anxiety of o'connor all but interminable. at length, however, two figures entered from the bowling-green—the one was that of a spare but dignified-looking man, somewhat advanced in years, but carrying in his countenance a singular expression of jollity and good humour—the other was that of sir henry ashwoode.

"god be thanked," said o'hanlon, grasping the hilt of his sword, "here comes the perjured villain wharton."

o'connor had another object, however, and beheld no one existing thing but only the now hated form of his false friend; both he and o'hanlon started to their feet as the two figures entered the small and darksome room. o'connor threw himself directly in their path and said,—

"sir henry ashwoode, a word with you."

the appeal was startling and unexpected, and there was in the voice and attitude of him who uttered it, something of deep, intense, constrained passion and resolution, which made the two companions involuntarily and suddenly check their advance. one moment sufficed for sir henry to recognize o'connor, and another convinced him that his quondam friend had discovered his treachery, and was there to unmask, perhaps to punish him. his presence of mind, however, seldom, if ever, forsook him in such scenes as this—he instantly resolved upon the tone in which to meet his injured antagonist.

"pray, sir," said he, with stern hauteur, "upon what ground do you presume to throw yourself thus menacingly in my way? move aside and let me pass, or your rashness shall cost you dearly."

"ashwoode—sir henry—you well know there is one consideration which would unstring my arm if lifted against your life—you presume upon the forbearance which this respect commands," said o'connor. "promise but this—that you will undeceive your sister, whom you have practised upon as cruelly as you have on me, and i will call you to no further account, and inflict no further humiliation."

"very good, sir, very magnanimous, and exceedingly tragic," rejoined ashwoode, scornfully. "turn aside, sirrah, and leave my path open, or by the —— you shall rue it."

"i will not leave the spot on which i stand but with my life, except on the conditions i have named," replied o'connor.

"once more, before i strike you, leave the way," cried ashwoode, whose constitutional pugnacity began to be thoroughly aroused. "turn aside, sirrah! how dare you confront gentlemen—insolent beggar, how dare you!"

yielding to the furious impulse of the moment, sir henry ashwoode drew his sword, and with the naked blade struck his antagonist twice with no sparing hand. the passions which o'connor had, with all his energy, hitherto striven to master, would now brook restraint no longer; at this last extremity of insult the blood sprang from his heart in fiery currents and tingled through every vein; every feeling but the one deadly sense of outraged pride, of repeated wrong, followed and consummated by one degrading and intolerable outrage, vanished from his mind. with the speed of light his sword was drawn and presented at ashwoode's breast. each threw himself into the cautious attitude of deadly vigilance, and quick as lightning the bright blades crossed and clashed in the mortal rivalry of cunning fence. each party was possessed of consummate skill in the use of the fatal weapon which he wielded, and several times in the course of the fierce debate, so evenly were they matched, the two, as by voluntary accommodation, paused in the conflict to take breath.

with faces pale as death with rage, and a consciousness of the deadly issue in which alone the struggle could end, and with eyes that glared like those of savage beasts at bay, each eyed the other. thus alternately they paused and renewed the combat, and for long, with doubtful fortune. in the position of the antagonists there was, however, an inequality, and, as it turned out, a decisive one—the door through which ashwoode and his companion had entered, and to which his back was turned, lay open, and the light which it admitted fell full in o'connor's eyes. this, as all who have handled the foil can tell, is a disadvantage quite sufficient to determine even a less nicely balanced contest than that of which we write. after several pauses in the combat, and as many desperate renewals of it, ashwoode, in one quick lunge, passed his blade through his opponent's sword-arm. though the blood flowed plenteously, neither party seemed inclined to abate his deadly efforts. o'connor's arm began to grow stiff and weak, and the energy and quickness of his action impaired; the consequences of this were soon exhibited. ashwoode lunged twice or thrice rapidly, and one of these passes, being imperfectly parried, took effect in his opponent's breast. o'connor staggered backward, and his hand and eye faltered for a moment; but he quickly recovered, and again advanced and again with the same result. faint, dizzy, and half blind, but with resolution and rage, enhanced by defeat, he staggered forward again, wild and powerless, and was received once more upon the point of his adversary's sword. he reeled back, stood for a moment, his sword dropped upon the ground, and he shook his empty hand in fruitless menace at his triumphant antagonist, and then rolled headlong upon the pavement, insensible, and weltering in gore—the combat was over.

ashwoode and o'connor had hardly crossed their weapons when o'hanlon sprang forward and sternly accosted lord wharton, for it was no other, who accompanied ashwoode.

"my lord, you need not interfere," said he, observing a movement on lord wharton's part as if he would have separated the combatants. "this is a question which all your diplomacy will not arrange—they will fight it to the end. if you give them not fair play while i secure the door, i will send my sword through your excellency's body."

so saying, o'hanlon drew his weapon, and keeping occasional watch upon wharton—who, however, did not exhibit any further disposition to interfere—he strode to the outer door, which opened upon the public road, and to prevent interruption from that quarter, drew the bar and secured it effectually.

"now, my lord," said he, returning and resuming his position, "i have secured this fortunate meeting against intrusion. what think you, while our friends are thus engaged, were we, for warmth and exercise sake, likewise to cross our blades? will your lordship condescend to gratify a simple gentleman so far?"

"out upon you, fellow; know you who i am?" said wharton, with sturdy good-humour.

"i know thee well, lord wharton—a wily, selfish, double-dealing politician; a profligate in morals; an infidel in religion; and a traitor in politics. i know thee—who doth not?"

"landlord," said wharton, turning toward that personage, who, with amazement, irresolution, and terror in his face, inspected these violent proceedings, "landlord, i say, call in a lackey or two; i'll bring this ruffian to reason quickly. have you gotten a pump in the neighbourhood? landlord, i say, bestir thyself, or, by ——, i'll spur thee with my sword-point."

"stir not, if you would keep your life," said o'hanlon, in a tone which the half-stupefied host of "the jolly bowlers" dared not disobey. "if you would not suffer death upon the spot where you stand, do not attempt to move one step, nor to speak one word. my lord," he continued, "i am right glad of this rencounter. i would have freely given half what i possess in the world to have secured it. believe me, i will not leave it unimproved. my lord, in plain terms, for ten thousand reasons i desire your death, and will not leave this place till i have striven to effect it. draw your sword, if you be a man; draw your sword, unless cowardice has come to crown your vices."

o'hanlon drew his sword, and allowing wharton hardly time sufficient to throw himself into an attitude of defence, he attacked him with deadly resolution. it was well for the viceroy that he was an expert swordsman, otherwise his career would undoubtedly have been abruptly terminated upon the floor of "the jolly bowlers." as it was, he received a thrust right through the shoulder, and staggering back, stumbled and fell upon the uneven pavement which studded the floor. this occurred almost at the same moment with o'connor's fall, and believing that he had mortally hurt his noble antagonist, o'hanlon, without stopping to look about him hastily lifted his fallen and senseless companion from the pavement and bore him in his arms through the outer door, which the landlord had at length found resolution enough to unbar. fortunately a hackney coach stood there waiting for a chance job from some of the aristocratic bowlers within, and in this vehicle he hurriedly deposited his inanimate burden, and desiring the coachman to drive for his life into the city, sprang into the conveyance himself. irishmen are proverbially ready at all times to aid an escape from the fangs of justice, and without pausing to ask a question, the coachman, to whom the sight of blood and of the naked sword, which o'hanlon still carried, was warrant sufficient, mounted the box with incredible speed, pressed his hat firmly down upon his brows, shook the reins, and lashed his horses till they smoked again; and thus, at a gallop, o'hanlon and his bleeding companion thundered onward toward the city. ashwoode did not interfere to stay the fugitives, for he was not sorry to be relieved of the embarrassment which he foresaw in having the body of his victim left, as it were, in his charge. he therefore gladly witnessed its removal, and addressed himself to lord wharton, who was rising with some difficulty from his prostrate position.

"are you hurt, my lord?" inquired ashwoode, kneeling by his side and assisting him to rise.

"hush! nothing—a mere scratch. above all things, make no row about it. by ——, i would not for worlds that anything were heard of it. fortunately, this accident is a trivial one—the blood flows rather fast, though. let's get into a coach, if, indeed, the scoundrels have not run away with the last of them."

they found one, however, at the door, and getting in with all convenient dispatch, desired the man to drive slowly toward the castle.