Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-07-31
Con. Heffernan's Atonement.

In the village of Malby-by- the-Sea
there was no lad so brave nor so hand
some as black eyed Con Heffernan.
His frame was as bige as his face was
comely, for he stood more than six feet
from the sandy beach, where he
moored his boat and stretched his
brown nets to dry in the sun. In the
race none was swifter, nor more sure in
the hurly. Unvanquished, too, he was
In the wrestling, and none could WELD
the shilalah more deftly than he His
heart was kind, withal, save when the
hot blood of passion stirred it and
wrath stood on his temples like
cloud. Then timid mothers were
afraid for their daughters, lest Cons
brown face and soft voice-for at times
it was soft-should come wooing about
their cottages. But for all that, old
blind Phelim, the piper, could tell how
that Con had wept over his singing OF
love and beauty and death until his
mood changed at the sound Of battle
and the clash of arms and the shout OF
victory, for these, too, Phelim could
Now Eileen O'COnnOr was mother
less, and had no fear Of Con, for all
she heard of his doings, only lest his
words should prove bigger than his
deeds. And for this reason, and, per
haDs. because Eileen was cOmely and
straight as a rush, Con took notice of
her when she carried water from the
brook or came with other maidens to
watch the hurry. She did not blush, as
they did, when Con was near, but her
eyes met his fairly, so that he was
smitten with doubts of his courage,
and went seeking a quarrel to confirm
his confidence.
So it was when Phil Martin came to
Malbay. There was little welcome for
him at first, and many of the fisher
men grumbled that there was no space
to spare on the little strand for Mar
tins boat. But Martin had a soft voice
and a pleasant word for them, and
when they had mind to rail at him
because he had not chosen other fish
ing grounds, he would turn the edge OF
their wrath with a jest. And in time
they became glad that he had come to
dwell among them, and were proud Of
his singing and of his dancing, for
none showed more spirit in the jig
than he, not even Con Heffernan, when
the fishermen from Galway came
across the bay in their coracies to Wis
it them. He was good, too, at the
hurry, albeit neither so big nor strong
as Con Heffernan. Neither was he
like the others in Malbay, for his hair
was as the ripe corn in color, and his
skin fair, though the sun and the sea
wind made his face brown. And for
this they liked him none the less,
though his boat was the trimmest in
the bay and his sails without a patch.
He was sweet tmepered, too, and none
ever saw him angry, even when the
winds were boisterous and the waves
high, so that no boat could put out to
sea, and famine brooded over them
like a cloud
But Con Heffernan had no love for
him, and when others laughed at his
Jest, Con would stare gloomily before
him from under knitted brows.
So it happened that one evening
there was a singing match at Vesty
O'Connor's cottage, and the prize for
the finest singing was a piece of frieze
large enough to make coatamOre for
the biggest man in the village, and
that was Con himself. At these match
es old Phelim was judge, for he had
himself been a great singer in his day,
before the cold wind had weakened his
chest and made him as hOarse as the
raven. So today he sat by the hearth
with is pipes on his knee, and his
sightless eyes wandered around the
cabin as if in search of light, while
he young men gathered together out
side Round about the mud walls Of
he cabin crowded as many women as
,ould find a place. but Eileen sat be-
ore the old piper, watching his wrink
ed face and his sightless eyes.
Now the song was made by Phelim,
nd in it was much about blind Homer
nd about blind Phelim himself, and
f the siege Of Troy and of the hurly
Malbay.
Then the young men came into the
abin in their turn and sang, and
hen the song was finished the women