The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-06-02

a. 4 NegNeF
your 1ong from the wrsrss - CO
D. -" AS year I fefs uxy,rs rsa--sa3s
tsoe an1 crushed him ana bfs hnr,ss
81 sew his son and brouxht ara -
t..-s.-iiis ta,ners father ard rus-1e z.~.
tie - nearer 70 re IN s,so~,a
~ .o~ rest. YET I would not ~rszre kf-r
made his gailyzsevErs : rs-s. - 80
stsi pats Let the Others observe 49,
10 am IN Da1lozh@g. ana 7 a., -.
= S'snon. here. ard took re s.sr i,
song ''Aae - s@3F
The sogn9 came 10 taer, ,-o a..
~4a'fh nas~n and zateways h4vorA -ha
IHtte TASTES. a hundred yards hs=hsns
- foAaes n e1somottou. The ho1s gss-i
tftiea MS head. and his brow scors-f tss~,f
80 sH'ss OF listening aftsnsion II Nur-
- nsasl ne gave no sign. but gazed
asaln IN meditation sott u7~y1 the vast
vase OF waters. biaekessesl now as the
psflsss reflections OF the twihxhs wnre<s.
DhHq msM have senses that Others
haos' ne remarked al last Tell me-.
80, noes ne earth We stand on seem
ewes 70 you 20 be turn8ax roonHy''
Owny shudderef little A. the though,
which came to him When .a,a, sa-s r,e
out t~yord here. and / felt the big
n0'Esd sea Tanks under my feet and re-
Hse'nnersd they grew oziy on the very
edxe--' ne began
Not thai" the chief broke IN. '~tfz not
there
ocok writ by Ffneeu. tha son az r,sar-
maid, an uncle 10 my fathers father. and
NY rather heard e read from this book
mat me world turned rousli one way.
ike duck on "A sptf, and she sun turned
round the other way and that was why
We were apart all night And often I
come here and swear there Is a move
rnent under my feet. But elsewhere there
Il none, not IN the bawn or IN the tow
ers. or anywhere else bat Just here"
The Old man sncknei his face aH II he
cousd s~e ssie ground he stood upon but
sn9ok his head after moments waiting.
1T would not be true. M4xrtv" he satg-
gested. 'Old Ftneen had a mighty s-Nol-
arship. as I have heard. and ne made
an end TO eiify the angels. ntf;-baFt----''
MUrtogh did not wast for the hesi;ae-
ing conslusion. II saw his tomb when
/ was a lad. N the chapel al Rosbrin.
He was laid at his own desire under a
wesght OF stones Hike my wall here
saw even then how foolish IT was These
lsntfSrnen have no proper sense How
VIII they rise at the blessed resurrecs Ion,
with all that burden OF stone TO hold
them doswn7 ! buried my father as he
buried his father. out yordsr an the sea
And will he buried there too and my
son after me-and IL I have other chill
dren''-he stole a swift glance al the Old
mans withsred face as he spoke--'tf l
have others. | say. tr VIII be my COM
mand that they shall follow me there
when their time comes. ] make you wit
ness to that wish, Owny Hea."
The bard hung his head. las II my
time would not come firsr' ne said. for
the mere sake Of saying something. Then
gathering courage, he pulled upon the
strong arm which was still locked In his.
and raised his head to speak softly b.
the OMahony's ear.
IF ogfy the desire Of your heart were
given you, Murty." he murmured: If
only once could hold babe OF yours
10 my breast. and put its pretty little
hands In my beard-Td be fit TO pray for
the men who took my eyes from me And
Murty dear" his voice rose IN tremulous
entreaty as ne went on--'telI me. Murty
I'm OF an age TO be your fathers IA
Their. and I've no eyesfsht TO shame you
is she--is your holy wife coming 10 see
her duty dirferently7 Have You any
hope that-that---''
Murtogh turned abruptly on his heel,
swinging his companion round with him.
They walked a dozen PAGES toward the
sea gate Of the castles before he spoke.
You have never seen her, Owny"' he
said gravely. You do not know at all
how beautiful she Us It Is not IN the
power of your mind TO ina fne H. There
is no one like her in all the world. She
is not just flesh and blood like you,
owny, or even like me. | am a great
lord among men. Owny. and l am not
afraid OF any man. l would put the No
Carthy, or even the Earl Of Desmond,
over my chm like a rat. If he came TO
me here. and would not do me honor.
But whenever / come where she sits |
am like a little dirty boy, frightened be-
fore a great shrine Of our Blessed Lady,
all with jewels and lights and incense. l
take shame to myself when she looks at
me that there are such things IN my
heart for her 10 see.
Owny sighed deeply. The grsndest
princess in the world might be proud TO
be mated to you. Murty," he urged.
True enough responded Murtogh.
with candor But she is not a princess
or any mere woman at all. She is
saint Perhaps she Is more stlN. Listen.
owny. Do you remember how took her
how / swan tor her through the break
ers-and snapped the bone OF my arm TO
keep the mast OF the wreck FROM crushing
her when the wave flung II upon US. and
stu made land with her head on my
neck and hung To the bare rock against
all the devils OF the sea sucking 20 pun
me down"
lis IL not all IN my song" said owny,
with gentle reproach
''Owny. man, iisten"' said Murtogh,
hating and giving new impressiysGess to
his tone. Il took her from the water.
Her comranions were gone: their vessel
was gone. Did We ever see sign OF them
afterwards And her family--ths Siger-
sons OF that island beyond Tiohrad-
when men Of mine sailed thither and
asked for Hegh. son OF Art, were they