Morning journal and courier., 1894-03-17
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
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 They had come to the corner of the fish market square, and stood unobserved but observant of the daily scene upon the Gal way quaYs. The ancient and picturesque square, with gables leaning over 1t, with arches like mighty hoods opening upon it, with wicket-windows looking down into 1t, and with the Claddagh sails and spars like wind-whipped autumn forest almost hiding the blue of the sea beyond, was alive with startling color, form, move ment and sound. The dexterity of the fishwives in handling and cleaning the fsh; |; the shrtl, wild callings from one to anoth- CT; the wordy wars between them and the fishermen concerning weight, quality and luck, and again between them and buyers as to price; the bedlamitic ballads that were hurled upon the air as the gleaming knives flashed and the fish scales flew like driven sleet; and the torrents of fierce. though secretly merry, billingsgste and abuse, with passes of ashknives as If for murder, cloutings with congsr cells, rush. ings and drubbings bestowed upon inno. cent strangers or meddlesons intruders, were something marvellous, indescribabls, awful; and the priests face really grew grave ss he quietly regarded 1t all. 'She's therein tn thickest, av coorsei' said Dan mournfully. while crsning hii
 neck for better of the 'thickest" of the griggling throng.
 ''AI fight, Dan. We'll speak to Ellie together. Come along, Dan, like the man, now, that you srel" This, as Dan Madi- gan held back rebelliously.
 "BegSin' yer pard'n, it's not bein' man t get meself an Ellie blackgusrded from the market, thst'll ruin her little trade I'll,not go!' x "You're right, Dan. I'll speak to Ellie alone"
 He stepped briskly toward the densest portion of the crowd, but, catching sight of old f.hwife Molly Neon emptying 2 glass of the "rale right sort" just from Flies hand, stepped, turned his back upon them for moment as If to lefs- urely contemplate the quaint arohitec- lure of the square, and then, amid wheed- ling words from the fshwives, cloae and far, of "Buy Eros Er-r-ings, L,th' morn, Father Hobson, deari" walked straight to Ellie Dresn, and with . gesture of au- thority and kindly, "Come as you are. File. I'll speak with you of the mother, Nora and Maureen;" led her, her cheeks suffused and her eyes downoast, out of sight of the harridans of the market place, behind the great arch opening from the sqnare upon the Spanish pa. rsde.
 When the two were alone at the va. ter's edge Father Robson at once thrust his hand within the huge basket beneath her black braideen. Drawing forth iuR he shook 1t and found it empty. Then handing the girl two pence, he tossed the jug into the bay. Another empty jug and another two pence followed. The third and last jug was partly filled with potheen. He shook this one and asked the girl the value of the spirits in 1t.
 "Tin pence, rightly sold, your river ence;" she fslte-ed.
 He pulled the cork, emptied the DO theen upon the stones, crashed the frsil delft upon the quay edge, handed the girl shilling and then said stsrnly:
 "Elie Dreen, you're far too likely lass for the like of this; far too likely"
 "Yes, yer riverence."
 the eyes of the law at Toombeola."
 ''1 feared 1t, yer riverence."
 "The gauger's I'll sure be upon you, then, Ellie Dreen."
 'Divil doubt it, yer 1iverence."
 "And then you'll all-you, Ellie, girl, and Nora, and Maureen and your moth. er-be rotting safely in Galway jail"
 "Au O that, yer riverence"
 "And your mother I'll die in jail, and the heart of Dan Madigan-the finest lad in Connaughtl-will be broken then, en tirely."
 Her great blue eye. filled quickly witt tears; but Father Hobson was not surt
 whether they were most for Dan Madigsn'l
 broken heart or the old mothers bitter end.
 "And then Dan Madigan I'll do violenc' to himself, no doubt, and you'll be aftel having the taking off of two loved onel upon your guilty soul!"
 "Och, murtherl-God help me thin!' ! gasPed the wretohed girl, half falling upo1 the blaokensd masonry of the arch for cup port in her utter distraction. "Poor Danl-poor Dan! Dear, dea
 ould motherl Oh, howly prayst that y arel-can't ye know tn wringin's an' aeh l in's av me heart? Can't ye see that Tn | lovin' Dan entirely? Can't yee see that m, | an' won't lave off; an me hearts breakin | wid th' unlowly work; but that I'll drol | in mo thracks afore lavin' her in th' lon1 mountains beyant"
 This with wild, hurt sweep of hel ! hand toward the rock-peaked ridges to tn,
 north and west of the blue Galway bay. "God knows-an' yer riverencs's for givenessl-but the heart sv me is burstin | day an nightl' Here she fell upon he1
 knees, olutching desperately, impetuously
 at Father Hobson's skirts with, "What wud ys have me do. Oh, yer rivsrence don't lave mel-Don't! Oh, what wud you have me dol''
 As in countless like instances where out. lawry is pronounced glibly, sins counted swift and certain, and laundering warn. or who are enmeshed in wretchedness, naming terrors and pointing out general ities- better doing, are far easier than making the way clear and straight for those below.
 Father Hobson found himself in precise ly this predicament; but he helped the girl gently to her feet; mere power to him for iti wjpsd the mist from his own eyes and the tears from Ellie Dreen's, with the same communal handkerchief; soothed her into the semblance of sunshiny face with hopeful words, told her he would think 1t all over st once, as he really began doing with his most active wits; and finally part ed from her with the promise that before Saint Patrick's Day had passed. the Toom- beola folk should hear direct from him in future brighter and more sure.
 Then he walked slowly back to where the impatient Dan Asdigan lay in waiting, "As~A A~AS w AA A0oo A1oA0 P0A HAoAON tnnA A4D companions had been when they left the silent inn. Suddenly he threw his hands together, and then tossed them into the air as though great load was flung away; with beanaing face ran like lad to where Dan stood; clapped his hands smartly on Dams shoulder; whispered to him bit something which had the wondrous effect of sending Dan Madigan feet high into the afr with west of Ireland whoop of joy that startled the passers beside them; when the two, arm in arm, clspping their legs roundly, end sending forth peais of laugh- ter that woke echoes again and again from the century y-old silences in the dizzy cross alleys and wynds, as if boys once more and wild in expeotant glee over the dis. coyery of some rich unguardsd Corrib sal man pocket, they went their merry way to gether.
 SEIZURES.
 Early in the gray of the evening before Saint Patrick's Day, two vehicles might have been seen setting briskly forth along the coast road to the westward from old Galway. One was long car in which rode three stalWart men, we'll clad in cosfs