Morning journal and courier., 1894-05-12
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
TcoNcLuDED FROM FIRST pAaE.1

TALES OF HEN ThAV6ANkASs
 CONCLUDED FROM FIRST PAGE. IN Poor Widow Neny believed him literal ly, and behind his back made the sign , again and again. 'Thers's the little loft; just like the one into which climbed thcusana ssat,' too Here Is the honest deal table" He rapped 1t stoutly with his ghostly knuckles "There is the cupboard, the little recess in the wall tho old pewter, l too Nothing has ever tasted the same l to me since drank from 1t; and those old mothers, carved out Of solid wood the same as those used in Erin twenty cen- turtles ago, Mrs. Neny." II "True for ye, your highnsss; the sane;" responded the old woman with a little l start. "And that sohrahag, for the boiled pota- ! toes. How natural the old osier basket l looks again, Mrs. Neny. And the iron kettle for twettiag the tay' and that great iron pot for the stirabout, the potatoes and delicacies for the pigsl Why, Mrs. Nsny," he continued enthusiastically, eft makes me ravenously hungry. and I've come . long distance this day besides" .'Divil doubt the distance, your high nessl" replied Widow Neny timorously, "but in regards of aitin' an drinkin' I'm towld ys have little need of ayther where your fromF'
 "Nobody wants there, Mrs. Neny; but it's 50 long since was here that the sight of all these dear old familiar objects over come me quite. I'd like to take this very cabin home with me when go. Indeed l would"
 Here the widow Nsny began a great Wailing at the prospective loss of her little | ..sz n. chP1o l comforted her with the merry pledge that . he would not whisk away the cabin at this visit; though he did insist upon having , . bite ot supper then and there, which filled i the heart of the lone woman with an al- most equal terror.
 In a jiffy the "white horses wore gallop- in" above the "prsties" in the pot; the "tay was wetted by the fre;" schowders (oaten cakes) were set on edge against the lake was broiled; and "three aigs'' were roasted brown within the coals; all of which were swallowed by the O'Donoghue 2 | with 8 wonderfully mortal relish, while the widow Neny deplored tho fact that she 3 had no drop of "the rale right sort" to of- f fer her ghostly guest.
 t "There is only one thing" vsntured the T O'Donoghue with . sigh of the greatest T. satisfaction es he concluded his hearty d F ! ure complete. That would be to pass the s night right here in this old cabin and hear h the roarings of the stream and the sigh ings of the wind through the mountains, just as I did when lad, long, long ago. Can't you find shelter with some of your neighbors, Mrs. Nenyl Lat me lease the J cabin for the night. You will find every thing as you left it in the morning."
 "Faith, I was after offerin' 1t to yel kfoh O anoI x1a o& ,fohk tad An may ys slape sweet rings round yel head the night!"
 "Youll find a trife upon the table fo your trouble in the morning." cheeril! called out the ODenoghue after the disap bearing widow Neny, as the strange gues ar began leisurely divesting himself of hi apparel and looking about the old cabil with an almost boyish esgerness for a com fortable bunk in which to pass the night
 Almost as swiftly as when in the oldel days sped the signal of alarm or rejoicin
 from the hill tops among the helots an the herds, was carried the winged word 0 the O'Donoghue's return; for the wido, Neny, white as ghost, was soon after in eide the cottage of Tim Kinsells. Ti1 Ktnsella's boy, Dan, was sent for Mothe
 Hennessy, by the Drag. On her way sh
 looked In at the Glinn cabin in the gler
 Dennis Harty's family came over the Ows1
 reach in 8 tumble, half of them vet in th -, stream from the scramble. Jerry Glogl H. Ian, from Tomiesside, noticing the unusl
 al glitter of lights up the valley, came ovs
 with the Macnys, the Stritches, tue w.
 gans and the Tomans; while Larry Tole
 the underkeeper of Muckros abbey, beir
 out for an evening at the Moghans, thougl ID, Tim Bsohy's folks might be glad for b
 of news; and they kindly favored the Cls1 t. cys, from Purple Mountain Gap, with
 call OF their way; while the Clanoys m
 Mrs. Daily and her daughters, who
 friends, the Fa.lons, were not averse to
 little jog in the crisp evening air.
 Never in Kerry had wedding or wal
 brought so excited a company togethe
 Tim Kinsella's cabin quickly grew tt
 small for the multitude. The mountsi . boreen beside it was soon filled. Up ar down before the simple folk the wido Neny was sympathetically passed, whi
 reciting as best she might the uuaceount
 ble appearance and conduct of the O'Do1
 oghue in the cabin. She had not taste
 drop, as scores could testify, since the la
 fair at Kenmare. It was all blessed DO
 tent for the people; and the more th
 could lay syss on the gentle wrath of tl
 lakes, the more bountiful the harvest an [ the greater the gifts of plenty and happ n ness which were certain to be bestows U upon the valley folk
 In silence they passed down the moul
 
 night through the copses and bogs of tt - ' valley They crossed the Owenreach lih en host of silent shadows above the turb, ne lent stream. For time they were almo. co lost in the great masses of coll, or haze
 which line its western bank, where the 0' budding leaves of this almost sacred shru
 and bore them solemnly away.
 |. Then they picked their noiseless course
 lucky Widow Neny and bold Tim Kinsell
 at the head, among the rocks and bran
 bles leading up toward the great highwa
 from the seq; coming at last near to Wid
 ow Neny's cabin, which stood white an
 and then pale flush of rosy light farin
 from the smoldering peat embers agains . it's tiny panes.
 Not loud word vas spoken. Thoa
 who wore shoes removed them. Behin
 the hut they formed in single file, whe they took up their slow, measured and s lent march around the little cabin. Fac one on coming opposite the open door, fo SO benefcsnt fairy as the O'Donoghu had no need of shutting out so harmless
 thing as the Killarney night air, gazed fo ! a moment in rapt transport upon the fig ure of the old man, sleeping there a peacefully as 8 b.be, and with a whis pered. heartfelt "Cead mille fsiltel" ("l thousand times welcome!) would toss
 sprig of hszel upon his form or couc
 aad pass into the darkness beyond.
 Nine times was the cabin thus encir 3 cled; and nine times did each of the low . ly throng give welcome and toss sprig o
 hazel upon the recumbent figure; whe1 - with fervent thanks to Widow Neny fo 1 | the great opportunity of casting morta . eyes upon the blessed arraght, the, sought their humble mountain homes t, dream innocent dreams of the pishogue and charms innumeratle; few only o the boldest remaining with Widow Nen, in the near hedge to await the develop n | ments of the morn.
 Exhausted with watching they fel - sleep, but were suddenly awakened b, the excited Tim Kinsella, who, nudgin( the hedge sleepers about him, ejaculatei under his breath:
 "By the five grasses, there 1t is thinl'
 The O'Donoghue was standing in tn, cabin doorway yswning, stretching him self and shaking the hazel leaves ani twigs from his fine white hair and gar