Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-21

ley QuiIliAn oouldn't lived. till he'd paid
me what aw owed"
Cronkin
"What did he owe mel he oxsd mefor
sw burryin' his wife. Betty QuiIlisn, four
year ago. He owed me fer money to clear
aw mortgage on his house and Ave sores
at ballAkilley. BE owed me for money to
dress up his place; an he owed me for
half aw money for his new nets. A mat
ter OF hundred pound. That's what Ca
ley ouillian owed Johnny Bill Cronk; an
that's what Johnny Billy Cronk n get.
Mistsr Harry Summerhsld Bookworm.6
All that was known In the village of 81.
Aaughold Of Harry Summarized, the oof-
hn.maker's helpsr, was that he had been
picked up when lad from portion of q
wrecked steamer. appropriated Immediate
ly BY Johnny Bill Cronk, and, having
proven fsvorite at the village school and
finally with the vicar of the pzrish, had
porsd over books, at every moment of leis-
ure, 70 the extent that the name of Book
worm" had been added to his own, In
commendation by the vicar, the school
master and the parish clark, and in oppro-
brium by his master, the cofin-maker.
There was Q dim sort of legend In the
minds of the villagers that his parents had
been well to-do Liverpool folk on some
journey Of pleasure, aud vero lost when
the steamer went down. But In these re-
mote and primitive parts there was no one
70 inquire; no one to care; and the lad had
found himself In Q not altogether unpless-
ant bondage, so long as the wears library
held any unread book; and he had grown
to manhood the master of q useful trade
and the confessed lover of Densie Qaillian,
the sweetest lsss In northern Man, into
whose willing ears he had poured his hon
est hearted vows, and, by proxy, much of
the lore from the wears musty books-
HIS keenest hunger among these books
was for everything pertaining to Msnx
mythology and fairy lore. From sll the
old, old folk he also CLEANED, compared,
discovered and identified. The region
about Maughold Head is q perfect nest of
most ancient treasured legends, myths and
superstitions. Not only are the seafsrIug
folk determined in their preservation Of
all supeistitions of the sea. bat the peas
antry bshind the shore secretly treasure
and retain countless idols of fairies and
mythic monsters, despite the most strenu-
ous efforts OF the clergy to extirpAte them.
The sncient Runic cross near Port e
Vullin, is an old woman returning to the
village with some balls of wool In her
arms, who Cursed the wind and was turned
into stone. The imam of the hills,n
whose voice Is ever heard In the winds
soughing through the glens and gorses, is
endless In his harm to the shepherds and
their hocks; while the banshee of Ireland
Is here transformed into an intangible
army OF gnomes and sprites possessing the
power to reward the good AID punish all
evil doers
There are, too, the 'tarroo ushteJ," the
wild water-bull which destroys cattle. and
the ''glashtin," the furious water horse
which pursues aud destroys the focks.
Besides thsse are the Moody Dhoo," or
that rank spirit of fatalism crystalizsd as
the black dog of death; the "dooinney
ole" or the night-man, who cries chow
laa. howlaal" and foretelIs impending dan
ger and approaching storm; that great
hoard of "bugganes" who are responsible
for all manner of i'll luck; and, above all,
that imp of infinite drollery, the "pbyn-
nodderee," the Puck of Mainland, ever
present for Indictment to agreeable mis-
chief, for actual pitying helpfulness to the
weak and for remorseless punishment to
the sordid, the cruel and the unjust
This was the Manx imp most loved by
Harry Summerheld. and 1t was in his
mind when the astounding statement of
the pretended debt of dead Galley Quil-
lisn's to his master fell from the lstter's
lips.
'I should think you'd be afraid of the
phynnoddeIes, Master Cronk;;" replied
Harry quietly, as he fastened the muslin
pillow Of dried ferns In its place at the
bead of the "box."
sYou just remember what I've said, and
be ready to make oath o. 1t, at sw next
Deemster's courtl" responded the coffin
maker savagely as he set a screw into one
of the coffin handles
"You don't mean that you want me to
make false oathi"
"I mean I'll have sw Quilllan place sfore
sw years done, an that's enough"
mo you won't. Master Cronk! I'll
swear against you Arst. Galley Quilllsn
owed no man q penny. You'll not rob
Granny and Dsnsie of their homel"
The old mans face was knotted and quir-
ering from rage. he raised the tool In his
hand as If about to give his helper e blow;
but the young mans eyes looked quietly
into his own.
Dye know where ye standi" he fercely
demanded. "D'ys know lite crime in
Msughold to vote fslselyi Dye know ys
voted falsely at sw last lection for par'sh
clerki Law says none shall vote 'cept
them as puts ont smoker Your nAUght
but criminal, Mr.. Bookworm"
Truly this Is still the parish law at Kirk
Asughold. None may vote save him
whose domicile possesses q chimney.
"You're Q paper; and this shops your
home. Where Is its chimblyl Its goi
| none. You voted for me for parish clerk
though Curphey Quayle bssted me. an III
even VII him yet. I'll put ye in Ramsey
| Jail If ye don't do my biddingI"
Harry Summerfeld's first impulse wal
to strike the old wretch down. The mex
| was to hasten to the vicar and tell III,
whole story; and the next to Hy to Balls
killey and warn the two helpless women o.
their impending danger. But in the last
Eve miRutes of his life Its entire outlool
had been changed.
He reflected that Manx law wss as sterr
as Aanx nature. Without friends o.
standing he could hope for no mercy. al
had truly done ss the old wretch had said
though through a kindly impulse toward
his master, at bis bidding, and who'll.