The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-18

I hdAhE4 d4l AlEuN Over tt1E DAA fBa1N 4bd'A
of stone from ToombeOia heights. with
the endless knitting in her hands and the
back breaking load beneath her black
braideeu, is now passing from group 20
group among them. accompanied by unk-
I ling SOUNDS of liquid striking glass and
smaCkiug sounds of long lingering irish
lips 10 keep the grief and dread of want
from mother Dreen S heart, away back
there in the grewsOme home beside the
still while rising the hearts Of the
. Galway tshwives for their labors Of the
day
over beyond the ancient city square in
. a quiet side street behind where the
drowsy posting stations are, stands two
/ story, dOrmer-windOwcd structure, quaint
/ morning its shutters were drawn, though
/ the brand-uew sign of "Madigans Inn
I ElitteTcd like a gaudy mOckery in green
and gold above its door OF Irish oak.
1t IS because the clergy in the west Of
/ Ireland are more sympathetlcaily close to
/ the affairs and the hearts OF the people
/ than elsewher in all the Green Isle, that
/ after youngDan MadIgan had turned the
/ key in the lock of the inn door, having
! just left the silent hosiery with the
/ young parish priest his boyhOOd friend,
/ that the two walked away arm in arm
! Dan MadiEan's face, renowned for beam
/ ing kindness. now overcast with yeXa-
] blOAS HOW us, anu dLlltl I1DOoOu 3. grave
enough with sympathy, and not wholly
/ free from a roguish twinkle of the eyes
| Tin year on tn Galway fOOrce, lurkin'
! fur polchers, slatherin' up an down tn
| coorts an alleys fur thramps, separatin'
/ Claddagh brawlers an bearin thin diviis
o. Hshwives Dlisterin' tongues, via
scrimpin an savin like a miser, built
| this nest fur Ellie, dear. wild two hundred
| pound in tn stocks I nurse IL { a thrlvin'
| trade, Father Hobson!' came as a rueful
| outburst from Dan Madigans lips.
And Ellie Dreen'u not come to that
elegant home, then, Its great pity for
! you. Dan; - answered Father Hobson,
comfOrtingly.
'Indade an she'll not. I've implored
an entrayted her tn three month gone
got her once as fur as tn dure. IN not
20 in, Dan, says she; I'll not go in. Ye'd
come it DER me entirely wild yer swate
spache an yer fnery. TIL poor ould
mother uades me worser nor you, Dan .
An wild that she broke an scampered
away like a mad hare. Och, Father
Hobson, I'm done fur, widout Ellie
| Drecnw
You might leave off the Father
when we're by ourselves, DAM" said the
young priest kindly.
is it Teddy thin, your riverence2"
Yes, Dan; and Teddy without the
reverence besides - just the same as
when, years ago, we pOached salmon to-
gether in the Corrib, Dan"
God bliss We, Teddy, fur thin same
words.n
They had come TO the corner Of the
fish market square, and stood unobserved
but observant of the daily scene upon the
Galway quays. The ancient and pic
turesque Usquare, with gables leaning
over it, with arches like mighty hoods
opening upon it, with wicket windows
looking down into it, and with the Clad
dagh sails and spars like a wind whipped
autumn forest almost hiding the blue of
the sea beyond, was alive with startling
color, form movement and sound. The
dexterity of the fish-wives in handling
and cleaning the fish; the shrill, wild
callings from one to another; the wordy
wars between them aud the fishermen
| concerning weight, quality and lock, and
again between them and buyers as to
price; the bedlamitic ballads that were
hurled upon the air as the cleaning
| as the gleOminC knives flashed and the
fish scales flew like driven sleet and the
torrents of fierce, though secretly merry
| billingsgate and abuse, with passes of
fish knives as if for murder, cloutings
with conger cells, rushings and drubbings
bestowed upon innocent strangers or
meddlesOTne intruders, were something
marvellous, indescribabl awful and the
priests face really grew grave as he
quietly regarded it all.
She's therein tn thickest, av
coorse!' said Dan mournfully, while
craning his neck for better of the
"thickest' of the wriggling throng.
All right, Dan. Wen speak to Ellie
together. Come along, Dan, like the man,
now, that you are" This, as Dan Madi-
gan held back rebelliously.
Begin yer pard n, its not bein' man
L get meSelf an Ellie blaCkguarded from
the market, thatll ruin her little trade.
III not go"
You're right, Dan. I'll speak to Ellie
alone"
He stepped brisklv toward the densest
portion of the crowd. but, catching sight
of old fishwife Molly Noon employing a
glass of the "rale right sort" just from
| Flies hand, stopped, turned his back
upon them for a moment as if to leisurely
contemplate the quaint architecture of
the square, and then amid wheeling
words from the fshwives. close and far.
of Buy Eros Er-r-ings, tn morn, Father
Hobson, dear" walked straight to Ellie
Dreen, and with gesture of authority
and kindly, Come as YOU are Ellie. III
speak with you of the mother Nora and
Alaureen, - led her her cheeks suffused
and her eyes downcast, out of sight of the
harridans of the market-place, behind the
great arch opening from the square upon
4 the Spanish parade.
When the two were alone at the waters
edge, Father Hotson at once thrust his
hand within the huge basket beneath her
black braideen. Drawing forth a Jug he
shook 1t and found it empty Then hand
ing the girl two PENCE, he tossed the Jug
into the bay. Another empty jug and an
other two pence followed. The third and
last jug was partly filled with potheen. He
shook this one and asked the girl the
value of the spirits in it.
Tin pence, rightly sold, your river
ence,' she faitered.
He pulled the cork, emptied the potheen
upon the stones, crashed the frail delft
upon the quay edge, handed the girl a
shilling. and then said, sternly:
Ellie Dreen, you're far too likely lass
for this far too likely
Z Yes. Yer reverence"
You're all, all OF you, mind, under the
eye of the law at Toombeola."
Il fear it, yer reverence"
The 9anger's II sure be upon you then,
Ellie Dreen."
"Divil doubt it, Yer reverence"
And then you'll alI-you, Ellie, girl,
ana Nora, and Maureen and your mother
be rottng safely in Galway jail"
All o. that, yer reverence"
And your mOtherll die in Jail and the
heart of Dan Madigan-the finest lad in
Connaught-w be broken then, en-
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