Morning journal and courier., 1894-05-12
ness have psopled all these sylvan courts

FG0PtcA kuChe tYlNAu GGuEIA down thousand misty year..
 Not cages nor courtiers, not even kinss nor saints are these. They are the good people" of the lovely region, an endless scourge to the sordid, the cruel and the rlust, and as certain in their rewards to the gentle, the mercIful and the good.
 UT all the fairy brood which holds loy- ing place In the secret affections of the Kerry psasantry, none Is cherished with greater reverence than the wrath or spyrI, or arrsght tspecisrl of a chisftsIn who. many hundreds of years ago, ruled over tne region In the heart Of which sleeps these wondrous Killarney .-zes, which in ancient times were known throughout Ire land as Lough Laan.
 This ruler was the O,Donoshue. So wiss, noble and virtuous was this great prince, so grand were his banefsctiona, so stern his justics-for to this day ia pointed out ths prison of stone where his orn son was incsrcerated for wanton mischief-eo psnshcsnt and kind his reign amona the lowly, that death came to him not as to or dinary mortsls, but in the nature of strange and beautiful translation.
 During great feast at hIs court and while revealing to his rspt listeners the joys, sorrows, conquests and miseries of his descendants, he st-ode snddeniy from among them out upon the ,sA.yieldins wa ters of the silvsry lake. When half way across the gray haired chieftain turned and stretched his arms out in gesture of blsss- Ing toEard his people. Then, with 6 rsdi- smile upon hts face, hs waved them farewell with the composed sir of one going upon brief journey, snd sudden ly disappeared within the bosom of the enchanted lake.
 It was not for those who sAw the ODonoghus thus depart to ever again get mortal Ia lures. But from time to time he rsvlsits his ancient domains. He often appears iu the guise of 6 great chieftain, mounted upon milk-white steed snd followed by numSerless youths and msidens, who in- necenty dtsport on moonlight nights in the pure waters of the lake, but who vanish from sight ss the first rays of the morning stresk the eastern sky
 Again he is seen upon his white charger slowly circling the shores of the lake. Ottspest, however, he comes on foot and alone; bland, old, white haired pilgrim, bsamiDg upon sll he sees; seeking the suf fering and distraught; and bringing with hts coming, which is always in the glo- rlous hay-tims, it Gesn by many, sure portent for abundant hsfvests for the year.
 There are those with such sour and scep.ical natures as to doubt that the O'Donoghue ever existed; above all, that his kindly wrath Is from time to time encountered upon KillArney's dresmful shores; but to such it must be seriously said that there is not A family in ali Kerry which does not beast of st least one member, living or dead, who has been blessed with loving look from his dear old eyes or an encouraging nod from his silvery head, or of confidential xcousin- tance with some true soul who has. If this be not enough to settle slI controver- sy, then the writer of these true tales is willing to add that at the time of the O'Donoghue returning Msy time of 1888, he himself met the venerable parsonage, hearing from his own lips enoush to prove beyond question the substance of the events of his visit as here related; and, that in the language of the good folk of County Kerry, "'twere rubbing grAse to a fat pig to say more"
 It was the widow Neny who first saw the ODonoghue, on the occasion of his laet appearance at Killarney; and her hut be- tween the boisterous oEenreach river and the great highway leading from Glsngsriff to the Lakes has ever since besn almost a shrine in consequence.
 She had just returned from the moun- tain side of Csrrautuohill with basket of last years besch nuts for her two fat pigs, "not for the rising of the heart that wss in them sure, 1" ss sha truly remarked, "but for the shamin' of sitin' h them, till riut day was o'er," and was just about to re- quite their clsmorous appeals, when Rhe was confronted at her o Hn door by the fig ure of portiy old man with bland and smiling face.
 "Ths o'Donoghuei" exclaimed Widow Neny, hastily making the sign.
 "None other" replied the old man proudly. "Attend first 10 the poor beasts" he continued with kindly smile. "We'll see if the pigs can't have more hsartsome food on the morrow"
 'Indade an its little fat thst'll go on their rihs wid thess;" answered Widow Nsny, blessing the day of her great luck. but cycling the portly fi'ure furtively.
 'I used 10 gather them myself when B lad ," esid the o'Donoehue In & plsintive and ruminativs tone, as he picked a few of the half rotten nuts from the poised bas- ket, "alorg under Eagles Meet, over there, Mrs. -r "Mrs. Nsny," said the widow with curtesy, wondering what next the 0'Dono- ghue might have to offer.
 "But taaI's long, long time sgo, Mrst Nsny."
 ais 1t now, Your hishnessW The Wid- ow Neny said this much alond, but she muttered to herself: By the elsveRs, twas totly a thousand Nehtts 1T oag. ''So long ago, Ars Neuy, that I've sl- most forgotten how the inside of an Irish cabin looks. Night step in a momensI" The old woman began all manner of | excuses for the appearance of the cabin, | which in truth was remarkably tidy for the region, and quaTeringly baae the \ blessed srraght enter; for no vorse mis- | fortune can come to any lowly soul in Ire land than to show the slightest inciviltty to one of the visiting good psople."
 The o'Donoshus stepped at once into the cabin. In his sigtion he seized the whsezy hand bellows and began upon the smolder- | ing embers. He piled few blocks of peat
 upon it, and soon had the shsdowy old fireplace glowing ruddily-
 | "Ah, but that's poem out of the past, Mrs. Neny! It's sn age sincs I smelled the | odor of burning peat. In my country the fires are entirely different"
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