The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1877-06-16
From an Old Magazine.
The Legend Of the Lamp.
A TALE OF THE LAKES OF KILLARNEY.

1 CtHllOI peak Will Certainty as TO the
exact period of time to which the story
am about to relate appertains; but it was
in those days long gone by, when the
fair land was divided among many
rulers, and during time when dread
ful pestilence made the stoutest heart
quail with fear. Late on winters
evening a young chieftain, accompanied
by several armed followers, stopped be-
fore the habitation Of an aged man. who
had sought and found protection for
himself and child upon the hospitable
shore OF Innisfallen. The island was
then held by an O'Donough. Prince of
Locha TEN, chieftain who was like
several others exempt from the pay
ment OF tribute 70 the great Mccarthy.
The leader of the daring band that had
ventured to invade the island of Innis-
fallen was Seaman of the Glen, and the
fugitive before whose habitation they
stood was one of the once powerful race
OF the OSullivans. The story goes that
the old man had failed to aid "The
Mccarthy" in recent quarrel with a
nelghboring chief, consequently had
broken the tenure by which he held his
domains, and fearing the vengeance of
the mighty monarch, had fled, with all
his wealth, to the O'Donoghue for pro-
lection.
The armed party were clamorous in
their demands for admission, and, as the
door Of the old mans dwelling was not
immediately opened, they were preparing
to force it, when the bars were removed
and Seaman and his party were admitted.
Upon their entrance there rushed from
an adjoining apartment a young and
lovely maiden, who flung herself into
Scanlan's arms, eXclaiming in joyful ac-
cents:
Is it you, my dear Desmond? Ali
| have 50 long expected you, and watched
your coming from the western shore.
long after shutdown"
The words had scarcely escaped her
lips, when she started back in terror, for
the bright steel of the chieftain's sword
caught her eye and sent a chill through
her young heart. She looked at the
stranger, and, sinking upon seat, ex-
claimed:
Great heaven, it is not Desmond!
We are betrayed"
True, fair maiden, | am not young
Desmond, the handsome hunter of the
hills, neither do bring rich presents to
my atiianced bride, the beauteous Saova.
am Seaman of the Glen, and am here
to execute the orders of my feudal SOW
ereign, the great Mccarthy Nor"
:" To thy chamber daughter!" ex-
claimed OSullivan, who had been unob-
served by the party; q am sufficient,
should think, to do the honors of the
house to this base minion of baser
tyrant."
Reproaches are but as words civen
idly to the wind replied the young
chieftain; " for from this moment
neither you nor any that claim your
kindred can call house or land your own.
bear commission to seize your per-
sons, and your goods are confscated."
You must be mad, young MANI"
yoclferated OSullivan, raising his lamp
to the face of the denouncer. "Know
you not that we are under the protection
of the Prince O'Donoghue, who has
already punished more than one proud
chief who has dared to modest those to
whom he grants protection? Home, boy.
nor dare to put this foolish trick upon
me- or may punish you as you deserve"
Well, Sir Traitor, we must cen put
your threats to the proof; so do your
duty, comrades; seize that old dotard;
he Is your prisoner, and his wealth the
booty due our iege lord as indemnifca-
ton for his refusal to aid his cause
against the Red O'Connor."
The followers of Seaman obeyed, and
bound the old man hand and foot. who
tancled the whole affair must be a dream,
for the proceedings had been conducted
with so much secrecy and quiet that the
reality fell like a thunderbolt upon its
victim.
S4oya, who had crept to her fathers
sue uurlng the loud war of words, ap-
Peared rooted to the spot, and bent an
eye OF vacancy upon the mailed figure of
the chettain Seanlan, while her father
from time To time uttered cries of agony
and despair, eSclaiming, just heaven!
what will become of u.s."
A question soon answered" repIied
the Chief of the Glen; you, old man,
As the head of your race, are doomed to
die the death of all traitors; and YOUR
child, with all Of her sex bearing Your
name, or claiming kindred with you,
are to be driven from the land"
Great God. driven from their
hearth and homel" exclaimed the old
man, wringing his corded hands
Yes, even from this moment"
Saova, on hearing this terrible de
cree, started from the state of apathy
into which she had fallen, suddenly
seized Scanlan's mailed arm with con-
vulsive grasp, and fixing her inquiring
eyes upon his face she thus addressed
him:
Young warrior, you surely cannot