CHAPTER IX .-- A Prospect of Bygone Times.
-- Reilly's Adventure Continued--Reilly Gets a Bed in a Curious Establishment.
We now beg our readers to accompany us to the library of Sir Robert Whitecraft, where that worthy gentleman sits, with a bottle of Madeira before him; for Sir Robert, in addition to his many other good qualities, possessed that of being a private drinker.

The bottle, we say, was before him, and with a smile of triumph and satisfaction on his face, he arose and rang the bell.

In a few minutes a liveried servant attended it.
"Carson, send O'Donnel here." Carson bowed and retired, and in a few minutes the Red Rapparee entered.
"How is this, O'Donnel?
Have you thrown aside your uniform ?" "I didn't think I'd be called out on duty again to-night, sir." "It doesn't matter, O'Donnel--it doesn't matter.

What do you think of the bonfire ?" "Begad, it was a beauty, sir, and well managed." "Ay, but I am afraid, O'Donnel, I went a little too far--that I stretched my authority somewhat." "But isn't he a rebel and an outlaw, Sir Robert?
and in that case--" "Yes, O'Donnel; and a rebel and an outlaw of my own making, which is the best of it.

The fellow might have lain there, concocting his treason, long enough, only for my vigilance.