Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1866-01-18

Ul tneln. lhlS JUll ana readily having
recruited his strength by Il meal, he be-
took himself to the mountains again, just
as tie rising sun was flashing among the
waterfalls, and sending tie night msts
drifting down the glens. BY sundown the
same evening he was striding over the hills
of Maam Turk asking Of herds his way TO
the cabin of one PeXie ma Pishrogie
In a howell on a brown desolate heath
with scared-looking hills flying off into the
distance on every side, he found PeXle ; a
yelow-faced nag, dressed in dark-red
blanket, with elflocks of coarse black hair
prctruding from under an orange kerchcl
swathed round her wrinkled jaws. She
was bending over pot upon her fire,
where herbs were simmering, and she look
ed up with all evil glance VIII Coll Dhu
darkened her door
" The burragh-bos is it her honor wants?"
she asked when he had made known his
crrand "Ay, ay; but the arighad, the az
ighad (money) for Pcxic. The buragh-
bos is i'll to get"
a will pay" said Coll Dhu,. laying a
sovereign on the bench before her
The witch sprang upon it, and chuck
ling, bestowed on her visitor II glance
which made even Coll Dhu shudder.
Her honor is a fine king" she said, ''an'
her is fit to get the burrah-bos from PcXie.
But the asigha is not enough More, more"
She stretched out her claw-like hand, and
Coll dropped another sovereign into it
Whereupon she fell into more horrible CON
vulsions Of delight.
1ark ye !" cried Coll a have paid
you we'll but if your internal charm does
not work. | will have You hunted for a
witch !"
"Work !" cried Pexie, rolling up her
eyes, " if Pexie's charm not work, then
her honor come back here an carry bits q
mountain away on her back Ay, her will
work. If the colleen hate her honor like
the old diaoul herself, still an withal her
love love her honor like her own white
sowl atQre the sun sets or rises. That
with a turtive leur) or the colleen dhas
go wild mad afore wan hour"
" Hag !" returned Coll Dhu the last
part is hcllish invention Of your own. |
heard nothing Of madness. If you want
more money, speak out, but play none Of
your hideOus tricks me"
The witch fixed her cunning eyes on him,
and took her cue at once from his position.
" Her honar guess thrue," she smpered
" it is only the little bit more arighad poor
PeXie wants"
Again the skinny hand was extended
Coll Dhu shrank from touching it, and
threw his gold upon the table
King, king I" chuckled Pexie. Her
honor is a great king. Her honor is fit to
get the burragh-bos The colleen dhas
shall love her like her own white sowl.
Iia, ha !"
When shall get it p asked Coil Dhu,
impatently.
" Her honor shall come back to Pexie in
50 many days, de-deag, (twelve) so many
days, fur that the burragh-bos is hard to
get. The lonely graveyard is far away,
an the dead man is hard to raise-'
Silence :" cried Coli Dhu % not a word
more l will have your hideous charm, but
what it is, or where you get ii, will not
know
Then, promising to come back in twelve
days, he took his departure. Turning to
look back when little way across the
heath, he saw PeXie gazing after him,
standing on her Black hill III relief against
the lurid flames of the dawn, seeming to
his imagination like fury with all hell at
her back.
At the appointed time Coll Dhu got the
promised charm He sewed it with per
fumes into a cover of cloth of gold, and
slung it to a fnc-wrought charm. Lying
in caskrt which had once held the jewels
of Coils broken-hearted llother, it looked a
glittering bauble enough Meantime the
pcurle of the mountains were cursing over
their cahin fires because there had been an
other unholy raid upon their graveyard,
and were banding themselves to hunt the
criminal down.
A fortnight passed. How or where could
Coll Dhu find an opportunity to put the
charm round the neck of the ColoncFs proud
daughter? More gold was dropped into
Pexie's greedy claw, and then she promised
to assist hil in his dilemma.
Next morning the witch dressed herself
in decent garb, smoothed her eli-iocks un'
der a snowy cap, smoothcd the evil wrink
les out of her tacc, and with basket on
her arm locked the door of the hoye, and
took her way to the lowlands PeXie seemed
to have given up her disreputable calling
for that Of a simple mushroom gatherer.-
The houskcepcr at the gray house bought
poor Muireade's mushrooms of her every
morning. Every morning she left unfaihnS
; ly a nosegay of wild flowers Tor Miss Ev
lecn Blake, God bless her She had new
er seen the darling young lady with he1
own two longing eyes, but sure hadn't she
heard tell of her sweet purity face, miles
away !" And at last, one morning, whom
+; should she meet hut Miss Evlcen herself, re
turning alone from ramblc. WhereupoI
: poor Muireads "madc bold to present her
, flowers in person.
t "Ah," said EvIeen, " it is you who leavt
me the flowers every morning They arr
very sweet"
Muireade had sought her only for lool
/ at her beautiful face. And now that sh'
had seen it, as bright as the sun, and az
/ fair as the lily she would take up her has
; ket and 90 away contented Yet she ling
cred little longer.
l "My lady never walk up big mountain !?
: said Poke.
a NO" Evleen said, laughing she feare,
; she could not walk up a mountain.
"Ah yes my lady ought to so, witt
: more gran ladies an gentlemen, ridin' Oh
purity little donkeys, up the big mountains
t for my lady to see "
?. Thus she set to work, and kept her list
, ner enchained for an hour while she related
4; wonderful stories Of those upper regions
. AID as Eyleen looked up to the burl'