The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1893-03-28

of her. An when the day broke she put
the child by, an wint out wild niver 4 look
for him that had bin mighty fond of her.
An ould Michael NIulcany, that was u
herd up yOnther on the Blue Gable noun
tain-a lone ould man he was. an cared
for nobody in the world but the sheep he
herded-he long been dead when drunken
John Meehan. that was herd afther him
and took small heed o the sheep, he goes on
the mountain one night, an he sees Guild
-IIchael herdin' them. afeared they'd be
falin the craythurs. Is il where the folk
come hack from: Snra from the other corifi-
thiy As 1T where's the other country !?
al, but that's more than the likes o me
Knows. Mebbe lis the NaniShin Island
that the folk do be seem. Anny way, lis
where they live when they're dead. More
10y token, when | was Il gossoon / saw one
that came back Twas Phaudig-Pathrick
-Coyne, a mud, alSy man he was, for all
he was big, he did Use TO live i'll that farm
down yonthcr. twixt Ardnagreeya an Cash
leen. uIere he pointed to brown cabin
close to the sea, it looked like IL hays1acls
III the diStance.J
'Phaudrig COyne he been dead y vea~
an more, an young Mrs. Coyne-a purty
an bright woman she WaS-she lnarries
drunken John AecAan the herd, ami takes
HIM 10 live i'll the farm yonther Twas
the gran Weddin' an danc1u' like mad
atther 1t, Wild lashins o dhrnk. there was
scarce room to Sthand IL the farm all The
cotnthry had come, though twas a wild
rainy night. Meseif an tn other chilter
an tn Ould folk were huddied agin the yyaii
and livery one else dancing while there was
breath III them. The table was pushed
aside by the hearth, two fiddlcrs an 4
bind piper was on the chairs Oh the table
all playin' ike for dear life. The room
was full o dust kicked up from til earth
o the tloor, twas WontnerfuI the noise o
the clogs an the p!ayiE' wliIes the house
seemed 10 shak" wild i and wild the storm
outside til we'd have thought the bacon
fitches u have been ialli;i' from the raft
ers; twas terrible warm. 100, fox there was
big turf fire Oh tie hearth. III never
seen as many candles aforc-ail of Il row
they Were oil tie chimney-tH the folk
jagged an jumped in rows facn' another,
their faces lit, an tn othG~s had their
faces dark, twas mighty fine Watcnin'
them an the square shadows jig
gin an jumpin ON the walls
at the door. Come in cried young Mrs.
Coyne-Airs. Meehan i name GREATNESS
she was, come in, then, whoiver y'nre, ali
Ireland d be welcome tonight She goes
on jiggin' agin. y big man comes in wild
God save all here" The candles was nigh
blow out by the wind, the rain Spashed III
on us, an the room filed wild shmoke from
the turf fire when the door was opened.
The man looks around-for tn" life o me
] couldn't think who he was. | knew I'd
seen him afOrc-nObody Use needs him. He
slips quiet 'twiXt two rows of dancers, an
he sits down on the bench that was afora
the fire by the table. He sthoops forred
honldin' his hands over the turf; he looked
mighty cold an tired, there WAS thick mud
on his boots, his frIcze coat was sopn II
an his hair WAS cake by the rain. 10
noked the fire wild lis foot; it blazcd nj.
;yi, faf NM
Young Mrs. Coyne-Mcehar | mane-win;
on jiggin' Just hind him wild her hands Oh
"ould IIrs. Coyne-a little shivcrin' wona;,
she was. vid asquealinG voice-she gets
IN from where she was bqu;tiin' in Il cor
re-. she goes hobblin' an t0tthetrin' along
bv the wall lann on her stick There was
scarce room fer her to pass iii She sthaE,lS
by the man. she put ont her left hand, shak-
in twas like Il leaf. an she lays II On his
head Says she yerre welcome home En-
gin, Phau6irig Coynr, re sou: IT'S the
sore time you've been from US The man
he never moves, he 5tho0ps there, an 4
power o'Steam comm from his drenched
stockin's Young Mrs Meehan she bursts
out laughin and sthUpS dancln, she GOES
an sthands near the man q: his left side.
You'll be cXcugn' her, sir. says she,
shes terrible ould, she's afther thinkn'
you're her son? The man he starts at her
voice. He leans back from the fire wild
lie. lie looks round and up ut Young Mrs.
Meehan Fin | could see mis- face full,
terrible sad he looked, an there was no spark
in his eyes, his eyes were dead, ay. though
tiey we're WI, open aud seem yc they werc
dead Her son,' says he. an why not? l
am So says ne. Mrs. Mechan, that ha,!n' t
seen his face till then. she turns whittier than
milk, she schreeches. all the folks sthop
.dancin', the fiddlers sthop playin, only the
lbagpipes went or. for the pipcr-bad luck
ito him was blind and he was BLOWN that
bard that be wouldn't have heard the last
thrumpet. Mrs. Meehan sue clutches hold
b. the table like she was fallin'. What's
this name? she says chokin', Is it afther