Morning journal and courier., 1894-03-17

oomin'. Och, murtherl-luk ct th' stonel' She pointed with trembling fingers tc
 the rock upon the tuoking table. Upon one side was the word "Gaugern painted
 in black. Friendly ss was the warning, mother Dreen was beside herself with fear. She sank into the corner by the htepiacs, rocking and moaning pIteously, while the girls, comforting her as best they could, set to mending the broken tiles, and then to pounding the cloth upon the table as assiduously as though their hands never knew other employ. msnt.
 Elis soon returned. She was psntipe from running and clamhering, and her not be hidden by her all forgivable tales to soothe the dear old mother there. "I ran ' th' peak, but not sight nor sound did get. Sure, mother dear, it's only e joke by wan O th' byesI" "Aanim Yea sgus e vurrshi" (Hy soul to God and the VireinD she noansd
 rusfully.
 ''och, thin, we're all born but not bur
 led. mother dear;;" pleaded File coaxingly. Willelul-villelul It's twice now I've
 heard th' bsnshes's wailin' cry. whin tn third wan comes, svicks, its tn great sor-
 Tow'll come after; sorrow like me poor Phsdric loppin' OCT tn curraRh side swate, bad luck r th' blackmouth gauger
 mini An me lone shinsdhree (thin, weazened body) an me back bint double
 wid toll an' dunnus (mischievous misfor-
 tune). Och, an willelul
 "rhere, there, mother, dear, don't be
 frettin' above th' day ye niver saul" per
 sisted the tender-hesrted File, kissing and
 batting the troubled face caressingly.
 The poor old body would not be com forted at once, and gave way to the densest Gaelic and keeneet lamentations, while the girls worked vigorously, in time gradually shsming and soothing her out of her grief;
 but Ellie, after many g grave and warning wink at her sisters, descended into the cavern with Nora, and there, while busy ing herself about the brew, confessed with tears and misglvipgs that her eyes had really seen a figure skulking osutiously down the other side of the mountain to-
 ward Tombstone and the sea.
 If the cabin above was a curious place.
 1t was 8 still stranger place in which File
 and Nora were now toiling, while eIehspg- ing their saddening surmis.s and fears. Some convulsion of nature had opened s large fissure In the solid rock, forming a cone shaped apartment, perhaps twenty feet broad at the base. The floor of the tuck-mil above ves reached by a ladder to the edge of the hole beneath the tuck ing table, which opening was neatly fitted with thin piece of Tagging. Light came in and smoke went out through sn open ing at the side of the cliff above the tough. Over this the little Till fell In such 6 we'll ing spray as to render detection of the
 cavern, or of smoke issuing from 1t, who'll ly impossible.
 Tvo clumsy caldron kettles with tin GOV III -ts IL above smoldering fires of peat. Tin pipes
 led from the caldrons to the still-worms,
 which were coilsd In huge tubs of ice cold
 water; and from the mouth of the worms
 white and sparkling potheen trickIed into little hslf-gallon jugs beneath; while in s dark corner were tiny kegs filled with the colorless but powerful spirit and sacks of
 barley and of oats.
 All the folk of this wild region are "agin
 the law" This to them legalizes potheen-
 making with all its dangers and its dresds.
 Besides, how could a marriage, a birth. a
 christening, or a wake, be celebrated, 8
 friend welcomed or given speed, or any
 grief or joy be 'drowned or lifted" with out a drop of the blessed potbeen, the Irishmsn's right since long before the flood '
 Millis, murther! the heart that cannot soften to the Fretched needs and shifts of such ss there deserves no glsddsnipg joy or tender sorrow of its ovr,
 "Ah, Nora dear, its & sorrs life we're leadin' herei" sighed File, pressing the clay between the cover and the stesming cAldron.
 "Its sil that, Fife desr,1 replied Nora,
 replacing a jug beneath the trickling
 worm What's got OCT tn dlvi's backs
 sure t go of under 1t, thin"
 "True for ye. Nora; but we must kspe
 l-E " n.-.-
 e iver we can. On, wurra, wurra, wid Twin at all. But Nora. dear. what wud we do If th' gsusers do be comin', thinT' "Th' gaugersl-comin'FH Nora's eyes
 were flashing now. "Thim divil's gaugers
 csme here t Kill us all wid fareer gairh Overwhelming m'sfortuns) entirelyF'
 The excited g,rl led File to the aperture
 beneath the tiny waterfall and pointed
 downward. It was five hundred feet to the dark waters of the tough below II.
 IN OLD GALWAY.
 Down through the very center of old Galway rushes the river Corrib to the sea
 from the weird, csstle-lined, mountain
 hemmed lake Coirib above. On either side are ancient mills, nov crumbling and deserted, full of arches and dark recesses like dapk cloistsrs in old abbey ruins, where the water that once moved the tire less wheels frets and seolds smong the shsdowy silences as if moanipgly calling the dead activities to reswskened life. Deep In the ancient cIty's narrow wynds
 are arch gigantic, corbel huge and gar. goyled and balconisd lsttics-work ss light and graceful as though the foam of the
 sea, or mass of spectral ferns, had been flung into tremsndons walls by fairy arch