The morning times., 1896-02-23

as yerSelf, Terry. stayed behind TO
collogue wild himself in the dead coach
From that day TO this no one ever set eyes
on Peter Lanigan. The divil carried him
off in the dead COacb'-at least, that was
what ali the wise people said al the time
An what did yer grandfather say the
dead coach looked like?''
''Sure, an didn't / tell YEP" answered
Mehaul, somewhat testify. mo horses;
| only the ould boy himself steerin'. My
grandfather said it was the most terrible
he ever set his eyes on."
McditativeIy Terry Gaffagan picked his
way through the potatoes, scaled the fence,
| aud fond himself on the road the ''owld''
road he noticed with satisfaction. He
had been keeping very quiet of late, had
Terry; ard no "hairbreadth 'Scapes'' or
stirring adventures had come to disturb his
serenity. But this sort of peaceful eX-
isteuCe was growing monotonouS. He
| longed for something thrilling-Something
in the ghost or hobgobln line particu-
| larly.
Every since he had exposed the mystery
! surrounding the reputed King o. the
Cats" and practically Laid" the castle
ghost Terry had experienced q morbid
fondness for adventures of supernatural
character. Right in the nick of time
something had turned up. There was a
weird rumor in the Ballycarney Valley that
| the ghOStly dead coach had again made
| disappearance on the deserted main DAD. Lit
tie kittie Cleary had
| 1t Made Little seen the hideous veh-
| Katie Shiver. Gle whirling through
the dusk, dra wn by
| invisible steeds, and shedding a gbasty
| light over the hillside. Two Golfers re-
| turning empty of wagon but doubtless other
wise replenished, reported an encounter
| with the awful apparition after they had
| turned by mistake into the "owld'i road
tI,a
| worthy people had caught glimpses of the
| coach, heard its horrible rumbling, or fled
= in fright from the black demon who appeared
to guide its swift career. Hearing of these
| gruesome experiences, Terry had resolved
| to find out something about the dead
| COACH and if possible to see it for himself.
Frequent successes in the line of investi-
| eating the ghoStly, had given this small boy
| a heart daring in the extreme. So, he had
| betaken himself to the homestead of Mehaul,
| the sheannachie, for some preliminary in
| formation about the dead eoach.''
Terry, avick!" shouted the latter
worthy, as the lad scrambled through his
| fence to the road, sis it goin' to meet the
| dead coach tonight ye are?'
"That's where I'm going, honest man."
| answered Terrence sturdily.
"Wisha! wishal' exclaimed the shean-
nachie.
In Rallycarney and all through the
| County kilmore the patrol has it "wishai
| wtsha!'' and not "wirra! wirra!' as in
| the rest of Ireland.
"WiSha! wisha! 'Tis carried off yell
be, Terry. Remember poor Peter Liant
| gan, alannah."
Terry grinned. Clearly he was unterri-
| fled by the fate of the lamented Lanigan
"Well," sighed Mehaul, "if ye must go
| take a spell wild ye. Here's three slips
Of yew. They'll protect ye against the
ould boy so long as We keep a tight howld
on them.'
| Terry Gaffagan was not so far above
| Ballycarney superstition that he could
| afford to ignore a spell so powerful as
the Druidical yew; SO he accepted the gift
and went on his way amid the lameD tations
| OF the sheannachie.
Just at the brow of the hill Terry heard
| the sound OF the Angelus from the vii
lage church. 1t was O'Clock. Down sat
| Terry by the roadside and out came his