The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-06-01

I his voice, "that I have no concern In the
O'Mahonys Carbery, or the OMnhohys
| Fonn-Iartarach, or any other? 90 ho'
take heed of Conogher of Ardintenant' Oh
Tiege of Rosbrim, or Donogh of Dunman-
u.s. or Donal of Leamcon VIII give then'
all my bidding to do. and they VIII DO IT.
or 1 will kill them and spoil their castles
You could not behold 1t. but you nave
| YOUR song from the words OF others now
| last wear fell upon Diarmaid Bhade ana
crushed him and his house. ana slew ms
| son and brought away his heras' Ills
fathers father and mine were prothers'
! He Is nearer to me In blood than the rest
| yet / would not spare him. l maze MS
| Ballydevllu n nest for owls and bats. Lot
| the others observe what l did. am III
Dunlogher. and am the O'Mahony here
| and l look the sun in the face ike an
eagle. Put that to your song!
The sound came to them from the walled
bawn and gateways beyond the Three Cas-
| ties, a hundred yards behind, of voices In
commotion. The old bard lifted his head.
and his brow scored itself in lines of lis
tening attention. If Murtogh heard he
! gave no sign, but gazed again In medita-
ton out upon the vast waste OF waters,
blackened now as the purple reflections OF
the twilight waned.
Blind men have senses that others
lack" he remarked at last. Tell me, you,
does the earth we stand on seem ever to
you to be turning round?'
Owny shuddered little at the thought
which came to him. when You led mo
out beyond here, and l felt the big round
sea pinks under my feet, and remembered
they grew only on the very edge he
began.
iAF m
my meaning. But at Rosbin there was a
book writ by Fineen. the son of Dlarmaid,
an uncle to my fathers father, and my
father heard it read from this book that
the world turned round one way, like Il
duck on spit. and the sun turned round
the other way, and thai was why we were
apart all night. And often l come here,
and l swear there is a movement under my
feet. But elsewhere there is none. not in
the bawn, or in the towers, or anywhere
else but just here"
The old man inclined his face, as II he
could see the ground he stood upon. but
shook his head after a moments waiting.
"It would not be true, Murty," he sug-
gested. "Od Fineen had II mighty schol-
arship, as | have heard, and he made an
end to edify the angels, but-but''-
Murtogh did not wait for the hesitating
q lad, in the chapel at Rosbrin. He was
laid at his own desire under weight of
stone like my wall here. l saw even then
how foolish il was. These landsmen have
no proper sense. How will they rise at
the blessed resurrection, with all that bur-
den of stone to hold them down? l have a
better understanding than that. I buried
my father, as he buried his father, out
yonder in the sea. And 1 will be buried
there, too and my son after me-and If
have other children'-he stole a swift
glance at the old mans withered face as
he spoke-'if l have others. l say, 1t will
be my command that they follow me
there when their time comes. l make you
witness to that wish, Owny Hea."
The bard hung his head "As If my time
would not come first!' he said, for the
mere sake of saying something. Then,
gathering courage. he pulled up the strong
arm which was still locked in his, and
raised his head to speak softly in O'Ma-
hony's ear.
IF only the desire of your heart were
given you, Murty,' he murmured; eff
only once could hold babe of yours to
my breast and put its pretty little hands
in my beard-Id be fit to pray for the
men who took my eyes from me. And,
Murty dear" his voice rose in tremulous
entreaty as he went on-"tell me, Murty-
I'm of an age to be your fathers father,
and I've no eyesight to shame you-is she
is your holy wife coming to see her duty
differently? 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 is. 1t Is not in the
power of your mind to imagine it. She is
not just flesh and blood like you, Owny,
or even like me. ] am a great lord among
men, Owny, and / am not afraid of any
man. I would put the MacCarthy, or even
the Earl of Desmond, over my cliff like a
rat, If he came to me here, and would not
do me honor. But whenever I come where
ened before a great shrine of Our Blessed
Lady, all with Jewels and lights and in
cense. I take shame to myself when she
looks at me that there are such things in
my heart for her to see'
Owny sighed deeply. 1.-THE grandest
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 q princess
or any mere woman at all. She Is
saint. Perhaps she Is more still. Listen,
Owny. DO you remember how took her