“WORSE THAN CREMONA.”
Edmund Leamy (A Story of the days of the Irish Brigade.) Towards the end of…
TRUE TO DEATH.
Edmund Leamy “Death!” The speaker was a tall, sinewy, athletic man, from twenty-eight to thirty…
THE SPECTRES OF BARCELONA.
Edmund Leamy (From the Memoirs of an Officer of the Irish Brigade). I was little…
THE RUSE OF MADAME MARTIN.
Edmund Leamy Nature was a little unkind to Danton Martin when it encased a great…
THE PRETTY QUAKERESS.
Edmund Leamy I was just about twenty years of age. I had entered Trinity three…
“THE LIGHT THAT LIES IN WOMAN’S EYES.”
Edmund Leamy (A Story of ’98). Nora O’Kelly was just nineteen years of age—tall, lissome,…
THE GHOST OF GARROID JARLA.
Edmund Leamy In fulfilment of a promise of many years standing, I went to pay…
THE BLACK DOG.
Edmund Leamy “Did you ever see a ghost, Tim?” “No, then; I don’t mane to…
STORY OF THE RAVEN.
Edmund Leamy When I was a lad of about nineteen summers, proceeded Brother Mailcoba, I…
MY FIRST CASE.
Edmund Leamy I had just been admitted a solicitor, and had been induced to start…