Morning journal and courier., 1894-05-12

That parsonage gave little suppressed hriek as her name was mentioned, but gas SO vigorously reprsssed by her friends a the hedge that no outcry followed.
 "Now for the Widow Nenyp repeated he old man heartily. "I almost ought to ake her away with me for all her kind aessl"
 The hedge was visibly agitated.
 ''But no, she probably would not like to 70 70 far on short notice; and the climate might not agree with her either"
 HHowly mother O Aosesl But you wcr nigh aonsr that time, Mishtress Nenyl" Rasped Tim Kinsslla comfortipgly.
 s'I would not be an O'Donoghne, though, if did not remember her handsomely"
 Here the old man began counting some coin and the agitation in the hedge tn- creased.
 "This yellow one," and Q sovereign gilt tered in the morning sunlight, "shall be for the widow Neny herself. This half sovereign shall be for Widow Neny's pigs And these," as twenty white pieces clinked musicslly from one of the old fairy's hands to another, "shall be for the Widow Neny's friends-the good people, of tho night"
 With this the O'DonoRhue stepped into the cabin, laid the coin upon the old deal table and with parting look of pleasure turned with strong. firm stride around | the ledge of rock which hid the hut from | the highway.
 No sooner had he disappeared than the half score of watchers in the hedge sprang | towards the cabin. Before entering its l door they stopped as if by common in- pulss. They turned, clambered upon the ledge and burst forth in shriH chorus or thanks and blessings. The O'Donoghue, now we'll upon his way up the little bo- reen, halted, smiled and waved his hand in kindly recognition and farewell.
 Back in the cabin the excited watchers found the glittering pile of coin precisely as the aged fairy had counted it. As the
 widow Neny was more than deserving of
 all her good fortune, 1t was settled that
 she should keep even more than the ODon-
 oghus had named. The remainder, as it
 could not be easily distributed to all who
 had come to the hut the previous night,
 these tender hearted folk quickly decided should be given, as it was fairy money, to
 the most deserving and unfortunate in all the peasant homes of the valley round- about.
 And who was that one9 Why, to be sure, Maureen avick, who lived in the hut against the edge of the Upper Lake;
 whose mother and father were taken by | the fever years before; whose old grand 1 mother had been put under the sod that l day week; and who, mite that she was, 1 had kept the thstch above the hut and l the wolf of an agent from out the door 1 until now, by selling presses in Killar
 ney village below. And who was 1t beside
 ths little Msureen who had been warned but yesterday out of her now voioeless home, which she had bravely barricaded
 with rocks and turf? And who but she
 was determined that as long as strength
 aud boiling water should last, the agent
 and bailiffa should not set foot beneath the
 thatch where her dear ones had died, and
 where her own poor life had opened upon
 the toll and sorrow which knit the heart
 so desperately to Its humble owns
 Rejoicing they called "Maureen!" "Msu-
 rsenl" and "Maureen darlint and dear!
 for she had been with them silent, big. eyed, wondering and almost unheeded, all . the long eventful night.
 They scurried about the cabin, hunted In the hedge, scrambled upon the ledge o1 rocks and called shrilly back toward the
 brambles, the cepses and bois!eroui stream; but Msureen Donohoe, the littl' cress-seller of Killarney, was nowhere tt be found.
 ! "Blissed starnityl But if the fairy mar has taken her thin" gasped Mother Hen messy, returning almost breathless to tn
 cabin.
 It was indeed a weird wailing that nov went up from the women, for Msureel was beloved of all; but bold Tim KtnselIa !. brave Larry Toler and lively Jerry Glogh r Ian soon calned their grewsome misgiv ings with words of fine caution about mis + doubting either the native cunning of tn l. little cress-seller of Killarney, or th 1T friendly and generous intentions of thei j. ghostly visitor of which they already hell E, shining proof. So, after agreeing to mee ie almost enchanted cabin, with any wor .' which might meantime be had from tn waif who had SO mysteriously left then \ they departed to their homes for the ret '1 they sorely needed after the strange adver 's lures of the night.
 From just above the Widow Neny
 cabin the great coach road between the SC view of the dreamful lakes. It pssse 10 over escarpments hewn from the rock U mountain sides. upon causeways under heath which thunder mountain cascadel or glidss through tiny wales of successiv 10 lower levels, and, finally sweeping over s- short reach of verdure. covered champaig l. , land, winds beneath aged yews and syes U morss into the curious, low-lying Killarne ,' hamlet of villas and huts.
 E. It was down this magnificent readwa U that the benign and venerable O'Donoghu s passed with buoyant tread, tho mornin { breezs playfully rippling his silvery hai ], about his neck and head, his eyes kindlin with ioyousness as they rested upon count
 less well remembered scenes and with al + almost ecstatic, home coming face. @ Every one of the lowly he met upon tn Q highway, or who peered at him from cabi window near or far, seemed possessed o !. instant determination to betake themsslve v to flight, or of as sudden desire to do hin !, extraordinary and even outlandish reve. ence.
 I Lsfy Duff. the village shaughran, bask ing in the early sunlight on csusewa
 coping, caught but one glance of the come !, ly old man when, at the risk of his life, h incontinently slid into the tumblipg strean l. below.
 Nelly Dooly, bringing fresh rolls of but :, ter from the Mangerton mountain dairie q and overtsking the O'Donoghue upon tn ! highways, dropped her dew-wet creel il e the road, fell upon her knees in an astitud of adorstion, and, as the smiling pilgrim
 tossed some coin into her basket, fled witt 3 hysterical thanks and blessings, acreechin, ! the news into the hamlet below. The aged stone breaker stopped his peck [ ing in the "stone pocket" of the road wa, . wall, and with tears of delight streaming : down his gaunt old face, gurgled pitifully ? through his head duokings and salutations a "Faith, I'd break stone, hard as the divil' forehead t me dying day, fur th' great gral
 (fortune) av an hour like this!" whereupor coin jingled among the rock-chips at hit side, and the kind old pilgrim passed smilingly on.
 Whether from the frequency of thes, demonstrations, or because of some un
 accountable vagrous mood, for none would be bold enough to measure the fairy mind . the O'Donoghue soon turned from tht main highway into 8 hedge bordered lane which led to the shores of the upper Xii ,, larney lake. Far below him stood a lonely hut. He gaEsd at 1t long and earnestly and with holdings of his head and witt signing exclamations of "The same, the ! samel'' moved forward toward 1t with auickened pace.
 He suddenly stopped and looked down
 beside him, for a warm little hand had stolen into one of his own.
 7 A young girls face was upturned as he looked. Dimples and frsckles were upon 1t, but 1t was round and rosy and red.
 The blueet blue eyes that ever were seen looked out from it, and tight, black little eorkscrew curls bobbsd and huttered from
 her trotting to keep pace with the O'Don-
 oghue, about her tiny ears and head, from
 which an old black braideen had fallen
 upon as round and pretty shoulders as ever
 tantalized the heart of brave Kerry lad A
 little blue bodice imprisoned plump little
 form, and ample short skirts of rough
 woolen stuff, dyed dingy madder, falling
 just below her knees, disclosed to her ven
 erable companion pair of dainty bare
 feet, which, whipping through the grass