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time to consider, but I was in a heat an,
bother, and didn't think before | Jumped
So he hadn't been gone the length of iif
fey before [ was in the castle and up t,
where my lady and the changeling era
thure, she thought to be her son, were sit
ting.
90 What DO you want Pate g sez she.
My rights | answered-'my rights. tha
he's keepin' me out of; and | pointed
straight TO the masther.
Wasn't she proud and mad in min
ute
"' Impertinence > sez she.
80 Is that the way ye spake to the lore
Of Castle Derry g sez |.
''' Are you crazy I? sez she.
- No. sez l, I'm your lawful son. The
good people took me from my cradle and
put that daunchy body in it in place ofme.
Look at the legs of him-that'll be proof
sufficient Mortal man had never the like
Of 'cm yet; and look at mine; they used
to be the pride Of Ballygannan'
q Sure, there was 10 natural affection in
the ould lady, for she made at me as though
she would have poked me eyes out"
How daire yc, that We have beent reated
so well amongst US, come into yer mas
Tiers presence to insult him for his afflic-
tion? sez she. Ye debascd brute, out of
me sight wid ye.
GO Sure sez l, I've no i'll will against
him; but if We was to discover We was
Queen Victory, ye'd kick her majesty off
the throne in a twinkling and, as true as
I'm a sinner, the fairies themselves inform
ed me of the truth in the barleymow, just
now. I'm the lord of Castle Derry, and
he beyant is only one of them crooked
changelings they lave in the cradle afther
them, when they take the rale baby away.
Bang whilloc whisk somethin' came
fat against me head and brought me to the
ground. | saw him that passed for the
masther catch the old lady's arm, but it was
no use she flung the book in her hand
a heavy morocco one it was, too-before he
could stop her The next [ knew l was
outside the gate, with me bundle on NE
back and the young lord forninst me, and my
fellow survints grinnin' at me afther they
histed me out, and the little crooked thing
that was masther Of EN- says to me, says
he
90 Pate, I'm sorry for this; let it be a
warnn' to ye to keep sober. Drunkenness
is dreadful snare to lead ye into evil. My
mother is too angry to have you enter the
house again, so you must 90. Remember
my advice, and there's a guinea forge and
l hope yen find a good place, and not take
that into yer lips which will make yermind
more crooked and deformed than me poor
body. Good bye Pate And wild them
words he went in and shut the door be-
hind him. | looked at the bright goold in
my hand, and, for all know he was keep
in me out OF my own, | couldn't help say
in: "God bless ye the fairies made
gintleman out Of ye, any way
That the last Of it, yer honors. Since
then, I've tried to catch the king Of the
fairies in Ireland, in England, and in
Amariky, but I'm thinkin' I'll live and die
Pate O'Donohue, bad luck to thin that
changed me and so, yer honor, I'm just
going back to ould ireland to die, and lay
me bones in Ballygannan. If l ever find |
the king Of the fairies, I'll come in my coach |
md four, and, if not, good bye to ye, and
remember you've had the lord of Castle
Derry for your servant man, and he braggin'
ot it.
While We stood mute with astonishment,
Pate shouldcred his knapsack, shookhands
all around, and trotted away down the
garden walk, stoppedthere to nod and pass
ed out Of our sight and hearing forever.