The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-05-13
The RETURN OF The O'DONOGHUE,
TALES TRAVELLERS" SERIES.
Ry EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.
Copyrrh 1874 by EdgarT wakeman All rights reservedl

curtesy, wondering whatnext the 'Dono
ghue might have to offer.
But that's long, long time ago, Mrs
Neny"
rs it now, your highness2'' The Widow
Neny said this much a loud, but she NUT
tered to herself: BY the heavens, twas
/ fully thousand years, if a day!'
SO long ago, Mrs. Neny. that I've al
most forgotten how the inside of an Irish
cabin looks. Might I step in a moment 2''
The old woman began all manner Of ex-
cuses for the appearance of the cabin,
! which in truth was remarkably tidy for
the region, and quaveringly babe the
blessed arraght enter; for no worse mis-
| fortune can come TO any lowly soul in
| Ireland than TO show the slightest in
| civility TO one of the visiting good peo-
! pie
The O'Donoghue stepped at once into
! the cabin. In his elauOn he seized the
wheezy hand bellows and began upon the
| smOldering embers. He piled a few blocks
/ of peat upon it, and soon had the shadowy
/ old fireplace glowing ruddily.
All, but that's poem out of the past,
| Mrs Neny Its an age since ! smelled the
! odor Of burning peat In my country the
! fires are entirely different"
! Poor Widow Neny believed him liter
! ally, and behind his back made the sign
! again and again.
| There's the little loft: Just like the
| one into which | climbed a thousand
times when a lad The stone strangers
| seat too. Here is the honest deaf table -
! He raped 1t stoutly with his ghostly
! knuckles. There is the cupboard, the
! little recess in the wall; the old pewter.
! too Nothing has ever tasted the same
to me since drank from it; and those
| old methers, carved out of solid wood
| the same as those used in Erin twenty
| centuries ago, Mrs. Neny."
True for We, your highness; the same -
responded the old woman with a little
| start.
And that schrahag, for the boiled DO
tatoes. How natural the old osier basket
! looks again, Mrs. Neny. And the iron
kettle for wetting the tay' and that
| great iron pot for the stir-about, the pota-
| toes and for boiling the cabbage leaves
and other delicacies for the pigs Why,
! Mrs. Neny,' he continued enthusiast
tically, lit makes me ravenously hungry,
and We come long distance this day be-
| sides"
'Divil doubt the distance, your high
!" replied Widow Neny timorously.
but in regards of attn an drinkin' I'm
! towld We have little need of ayther where
| your from"
Nobody wants there, Mrs Neny; but
its so long since | was here that the sight
of all these dear old familiar objects over
cabin home with me when | go. Indeed |
would"
Here the widow Neny began a great
wailing at the prospective loss of her
little home, pigs and all: but the
O'DonOghue cOmforted her with the
merry pledge that he would not whisk
away the cabin at this visit: though he
did insist upon having a bite of supper
then and there, which filled the heart of
the lone woman with an almost equal
terror,
In a jify the white horses were
gallOpin'N above the 'praties'' in the
pot; the "tay was wetted by the fire :"
schowders (OateD cakes were set on edge
against the Goals for fresh toasting; a
fish from the lake was broiled: and
three aigS' were roasted brown within
the Goals; all of which were swallowed by
the O'DonOghue with wonderfully NOR
tai relish, while the widow Neny de-
! plored the fact that she had no drop of
THE rale right sort" to offer her ghostly
! guest
There is only one thing, ventured the
| O'Donoghue with sigh of the greatest
satisfaction as he concluded his hearty
meal, which would now make nv
! pleasure complete. That would be to
! pass the night right here in this old cabin
| and hear the roarings of the stream and
| the sighings of the wind through the
mountains, just as did when a lad. long.
long ago. Can't you find shelter with
! your neighbors, Mrs. Neny2 Let me
lease the cabin for the night, You will
! find everything as you left it in the morn
ing"
Faith, was after offerin it to yer
highness," gasped the affrighted woman.
| An may We Shape sweet rings round yer
head the night"
You'll find trihe upon the table for
! your trouble in the morning." cheerily
called out the O'Donoghue after the dis
| appearing widow Neny, as the strange
| guest began leisurely divesting himself OF
his apparel and looking about the old
| cabin with an almost boyish eagerness
for comfortable bunk in which to pass
| the night
Almost as swiftly as when in the olden
| days sped the signal of alarm or rejoicing
from the hill tops among the helots and
the herds, was carried the winged word
of the O'Donoghue's return: for the
widow Neny. white as a ghost was soon
after inside the cottage of Tim Kinsella
| Tim Kinsella's boy, Dan, was sent for
| Mother Hennessy, by the Crag. On her
way she looked in at the Glinn cabin in
the Glen. Dennis Harty's family came
over the Owenreach in tumble, half OF
them wet in the stream from the scram
| BILE. Jerry Groghlan, from Tomiesside
| ApSASAAS ehG uA houdl EAlbJGI VI llEutS VI
the valley, came over with the Macnys
the Stritches, the Wogans and the To
mans, while Larry Toler, the under
keeper of Muckros Abbey, being out for
an evening at the Moghans, thought Tim
Beohy's folks might be glad for bit OF
news; and they kindly favored the Clan
cys, from Purple Mountain Gap, with a
call on their way; while the Claucys met
Mrs. DAILY and her daughters, whose
friends, the tallons, were not averse to a
little Jog in the crisp evening air
Never in Kerry had wedding or wake
brought so excited a company together
Tim hinsella's cabin quickly grew too
small for the multitude. The mountain
bOreen beside il was soon filled. Up and
down before the simple folk the widow
Neny was sympathetically passed, while
reciting as best she might the unaccount.
able appearance and conduct of the
O'Donoghue in the cabin. She had moi
tasted drop, as scores could testify, since
the last fair a Kenmare. IL was all a
blessed portent for the people; and the
more that could lay eyes on the gentle
wrath Of the lakes, the more bountifu
the harvest and the greater the gifts OF
plenty and happiness which were certain
TO be bestowed upon the valley folk.
In silence they passed down the noun
tain side. They crept like wraiths of the
night through the copses and hogs of the
valley. They crossed the Owenreach like
| a hnef If ci1apf oh