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the features, the blue eyes, which had
never lost their brightness, all remind
ed him of Mary. He looked closer.
1t was Mary certainly, and he must
conquer his fear and speak to her for
the sake Of their lifelong friendship.
Must Mary be q restless wanderer be
cause her old comrade failed her? No
"a thousand times no, So, with q
tremendous effort, he conquered his
dread.
Mary, darIin' is it your hetaltered.
1T is league, dear, it is
An what is it, Mary, that'sa keep
in you frae your rest? Sure you had
the priest, an he gave you the Vlatl-
cum?"
The voice he knew so well answered
in accents that pierced his heart.
There's nae rest for me. | flew up
to the gate of heaven, but I wouldna
be let in, an I'm flying about the
world in the cold an the rain,
or lynn aback o thon thorn
brush. Think on me, TeagUe, i'll the
night time when you ones is comfort
able by the fireside, an pity me an
help me for the sake Of we'er old friend
ship"
"Help you" cried the Door man;
"sure I'd gle my hearts blood to help
you; but how is it to be done? And
why wad you no be let INTO heaven, a
good Twin woman like YOU"
"Tll tell you, league" replied the
specter; chats what l am here to tell
you. It's true that | went about my
duty regular, an knelt wi the congre-
CATION IN the Chapel Sunday after Sun
day, an l was respectit for a goOdliv-
ing woman, but in all my lifetime |
never prayed. My lips would be NOV
in, but my thoughts would be away.
When | was ayounggirl Tdb3 tninkin'
Of my sweetheart or my dress OF the
dance at the fair; when | was a mar
ried woman I'd be frettin' about the
childer, thinkin' one o them wOuldfall
into the fire or another would be
drowned in the we'll when / was out,
an when | was old there was frets an
anxieties still; but, anyway in a llthem
years | never prayed, so ICanna belet
in"
Mary, Mary, poor soul. What is
it / can do for ye?"
"Listen, league. Go to his rever-
ence, Father Dan, an pay him to offer
up twa masses for my sinful soul; but
the money"
1.-THE money, Mary? It's here"
touching his pocket, "aye, If it was
twiste as much-it's here. But how
will I know that the masses is accept
ed, an that yell be let into heaven"
The figure began to faint away, and
the voice was fainter.
eff | am forgiven, the night after
the second mass is said for me I'll
come to you in the form of a white
bird. an I'll stand in the window, at
the foot of your bed, an sing you a
beautiful hymn before | fly away to
heaven"
The voice died away softly, andjust
is they reached the fax mill the figure
disappeared. Weary though league
was that night, he went straight to
the priest after supper and told him
the strange tale. Father Dan took
the money and promised to say the
masses, encouraging league to hope
that all would be well with Mary.
Come back an tell me If she APP
pears to you again" said he.
Some days later he had a second
visit from league.
"Well, my good man." he began,
did you get any word from that poor
soul?"
81 did, your reverence did.
can how is it wi her now?"
Thanks be to your reverence en-
the Lord, she's got TO her rest now! 1t
was in the night time, an | was lynn
ON my bed wi the blessed rosary in
my hands prayin' constant, when |
heard the futterin' o. wings at the
window, an then a beautiful hymn,
like one o. them hymns that is sung
in the chapel Easter Day, was sung,
an so | knowed Mary was going to
heaven"
'Did shesspeak, league
"Feen a word. The hymn sounded
fainter an fainter, till 1T was like q
wee gentle sough o. wind off the Lough,
an | was content in my mind to think
that Mary was at herrest."
The fax mill on the MuIroy road
was the scene of another gbostly APP
pearance. The reader must trans
port himself in imagination across the
ferry opposite the mill to the farms
lying beneath the hills, from whence
there was a good view of league and
Mary's house, and the wild range Of
mountains behind it.
Rose Dillon was the prettiest girl in
the whole country, and she had many
admirers among therich farmers-any
one Of whom would have pleased her
parents better than the suffer she
chose. James Majilton was q hand
some young man, but he was not rich,
he had only the flax mill and a poor
small farm aud thraa rnv How