The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-06
TALES OF TEN TRAV VELERS.
Continued from sixth pAgsr,o

ous were Eileen and l, In our pleasant voyages to Bray Head to Pufin island, where the myriad sea-fowl "whirl and shriek and drown, even In dolorous weather, the hoarse rawlings Of the sea; {; to hideous Lemon Rock; to majestic Bolus Head; and to Great Skelllg. whose mighty crosses still sentinel the ghostly cells of olden monks. All Idle and restful and sweet and still like dream. even In the evening of that day when the sun sank In bed of purpling. misty gray; and the old fishwives of the port, struggling their shoulders with weatherwise sweeps of their frowsy heads. muttered of ugly weather soon to come.
 Still like a dream, that evening meal, delayed for the fathers white-winged smack beyond Bray Head. with the peat flames leaping joyously In the cab in chimney and the purring homeside sounds; and with no sign, but of love and trust and hope, on the noble face of grave Eileen!
 Then as I walked in the twilight, at last the quick awakening and Its keen, swift torture of fatal delay: for some where n the gloaming fell across my way the shadow of a skulking form knew.
 I hastened back to the cabin almost pleading would the father never come? The great blue eyes raised from the knitting were as calm as babes in their innocent surprise. Yes, now very soon; unless great grah Quck) was In the shoals, Then, mayhap.' not until morning. Away sped towards KnIghtstown now; for had learned ce Larry Dreens abode.
 "At ten o'clock and the turn of the tide" kept time to my bounding feet like and impetuous knell
 It lacked but an hour of ten as l crossed the threshold of the Dreen cot tage. And where was Lary Dreen? Away gosthering "wid tn byes." Could he read? An, yes, and ever yes and yes and yes. A pencil scrawl on a bit of paper from my pocket; the fierce corn mand that it reach him at once and then away again, as all the Dreens startled by the intrusion tremblingly made the saving sign. ..
 Back at the little port. but no white sail to be seen within the little cove. A thread of loyal light still gleamed from the home-nest above. When l had gained it's door. I saw but one form within; that of the loving, waiting wife, knitting, knitting, knitting; as is ever the way with the women of the vest And where was brave Eileen? An, good soul! just away to comfort Mistress O'Neill, by the Graz, for the night; and to be home again at morn. And the father? May be running in from the shoals by oar under reefed sails, the wind being off-shore this night. If he lands in half an hour, have him at the old pier by 10 o'clock and the turn of the tide?t Again yes, and ever yes and yes; for Johp.L. Shea would walk the half of Ireland OCT and back again, for the stranger with out the sorra of asking sure!
 And then alone, leartsick and dis traught I stole to the tumbling pier, unused for years; land ,pirkhnfss ny nt4sS-yay \ along its edge came quickly to spot where little yawl lay swaying back and forth upon the turning tide.
 In moment more, footsteps followed. I knew them and could neither ad- vance nor retreat With sudden and unaccountable impulse swung myself | over the pier edge into the swollen wa ters below, clinging to the rotten tim Der to which the yawl was moored l I heard the ,taut chain drawn. fighter l over my head and woman's quiet ] voice ordering whimpering companion | to at once descend into the boat. He scrambled down with chattering teeth | and trembling limbs. Two oars were handed him, when he crept like dog | into seat in the stern.
 Then the rustic of a woman's- cfoth- 1 ing above me; a nimble spring into the | boat prow; and the stealthy unloosen- ing of the chain from the rusty staple 1 which held it.
 As it was released, few links hung | over the boat edge into the water. | grasped them with desperate dexterity 1 and the full length of the chain paid out l instantly in my hand.
 In the next moment of time I only knew that the fleeing girl was in her seat; had steadied the craft; was in full and powerful "back-stroke" upon her oars; that I had whipped the chain around the pier support, and was cling ing to 1t there with a power beyond my strength; and that swift and heavy stride was laundering upon the tumbling blanks above my head.
 ".No human tongue could ftly tell the tragic incidents which instantly fol- lowed;' concluded the vagabond travel CT, in impressive solemn tones. T only know what I saw and heard and felt. I saw Eileen, silent and swift as a shadow of the night slip over the boat side and disappear-all but an upreach- ed hand, which clung like grapples of steel to the gunwale. I saw my fisher friend plunge into the yawl with up- raised, avenging hands. saw, by the light of swiftly gathering lanterns and torches above, the skulking form of Dennis Fahy shrunk| into something like quivering ball, and, as the giant fisher advanced rhank God! no hand was laidkon himD, with face of un- speakab ble jterrorand shriek asFof the lost, roll into the darkered tide to blend with its everlasting silences forever. I saw, too, the giant form, as with divine compassion, spring after him, turn quickly to encounter the face of his own child and then fight there as with death q inS har nyUf1 1jfo-t to ord II