New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1899-01-25

the music. but it Is true what you have
been saying about the insult in my own
house, and / will be asking your par
don. as it becomes gentleman to do
You are q very proper lad, Dougal, and
i like you very well. but ! cannot go
back from my word Yet. if yon will
learn but one pibroch and play it to me,
yon shall have my daughter Helen to
wife. even if you never touch the pipes
again or learn another note. There ia
my hand on it, Dougalf' said he.
he two clasped hands, and Dougal
put on his bonnet and took his long gun
from the corner and went out. His heart
was black with sorrow, for he knew
that the learning of one pibroch would
be no easier to him than the learning
of a hundred So he went up into the
hills to be thinking Of his sorrow, and
little was he minding what way he was.
going His desire was but to be alone,
and he wandered on till something
made him suddenly come to himself,
and, raising his head with a start. he
found that he had come upon the moor
which is on the top of Ben Minor
The sunset was shining on the great
,airn, and. looking over at it. he saw
auge heather cat playing and springing
by itselfsamong the whin It never no.
ticed Dougal at all, bnt just kept on
with its diversion, and he was minded
to shoot it, but it came over him that
it was doing no harm and enjoying its
life in its own way. Which I cannot
be doing, said he, smiling sadly to
himself. So he lowered his gun and
turned away.
And then he noticed that there was
strange, deadly quiet in the air-a
weird, awesome kind Of stiffness. Sud-
denly it came upon him that this was
Hallow Eve, and there he was on the
top of Ben Minor, which, was very we'll
known to be favorite haunt Of them
we must not name ( God save us!) on
their own special day, with God knows
what watching all round him perhaps
in the heather It had been that very
night five years that one Sergeant Loft
us, that had come with search party
of the electors soldiers (my black curse
be upon themi) had gone up the noun
tain for wager, being drunk In the
face Of warning he had gone up, jest
ing and disappearing He came not
down that night, and in the morning
he was found lying dead on the moor
at the foot Of the cairn There was not
mark on his body, but upon his face
was such look of horror and fear that
they had to wraps plaid round his head
before carrying him down, and in that
manner he was buried.
Now, Dougal was not lad that
the waving Of bush would frighten,
but he knew we'll that the place was
not place to be delaying in at all. So
he turned to go down the mountain,
and as he did so there was a little old
man standing in front Of him looking
him in the face.
He was dressed in a long cloak Of
dark gray that looked like cats fur,
with red cap upon his head: The face
Of him was yellow and wien. and ont
OF it looked two green, fiery eyes, like
the eyes Of wildcat, and as Dougal
gazed into these eyes he knew that it
was no mortal creature that was there.
God save uEl
He wished to make the holy sign,
but there was no more power in him
than in a babe Of a day old. He could
not raise his hand. For moment ter
ror gripped cold to his heart, Then he
remembered who he was and the name
he bore and he looked into the green
eyes without fear
1t is late that you are upon the
hill, Dougal, said the little old man
OF the thing in the likeness Of one. His
voice was like the wind in the Chin
ney. and seemed as if it had come from
far away and was very weary in the
coming. And it is neither your long
gun, said he, nor your claymore that
has kept you from leaving your dead
body on the hill this night Well was
it for your fathers son, Dougal Mao
Pherson, that you kept from trying to
harm in wantonness that which had
never harmed you and from firing the
shot that would have been the ending
OF your good days upon this earth, and
well was it that you quailed not under
the eyes Of the cat Of Ben Mhori 1t is
your kind heart, said he, land your
courage that have saved you this night,
and now You must ask wish. and it
shall be granted to yon, and since you
are my namesake will be telling you
that it is according to what you shall
wish for that you shall thrive here
after Bad wish, bad fortune, said he,
and laughed, and his laugh seemed to
have come from farther away than his
voice and to be more weary.
Now. some there are that would
have been asking for lands and more for
gold. but all that was in the heart Of
Donegal was the thought Of the blue
eyes and the fair hair Of Helen Cam
eron IS.
S wish. aid he. to Be able q, play
'a pibrochi &
-. II i small aaking. aid the
thing, .but i las good one, and when
you shall have had yyour wish there
no