The suburban citizen., 1901-01-12

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from Dublin. On its summit
is a conspicuous Obclisk,
whence the traveller may en-
Joy rich reward for his toll in as
cending the mountain in the dlversi-
fed prospects of sea and land which
this situation commands. Hence may
be seen the bays of Dublin and KILL
ney, the Islands of Dalkey, Ireland's
Eye, Lambay and the Peninsula Of
Howth. Near the base of the hill, to
the right, is Mount Druid, mansion,
so named from a much-admired an
tiquity called the Druids Temple.
But / do not intend to give his
tory of Killiney, nor even a descrip-
ton of it or it's neighborhood. My sole
business at present is with a certain
Widow O'Reagan and her only Off
spring, Dermot who formerly took up
their abode in q neat thatched cabin,
near the foot of the hill in question.
Dermot was a pale, delicate yellow
haired boy, with a crooked back. He
was nicknamed the "Changeling' by
some of the peasantry. Others would
call him the Fairy Boy" in conse-
Quence of the reports which had been
circulated far and near that once, in
the dead of night, when the Widow
O'Reagan had gone into the garden to
draw a pitcher of water from the well
the cradle In which her child lay sleep
ing had been robbed by some thieving
sprlte of the mountain, and the mortal
babe witched away in exchange for
the disproportioned Dermot.
The poor youths lot was indeed a
hard one. He was Stunned by young
and old. His mother, whom he loved
better than his own life, was the only
friend he had In the world. She, in
turn, priced him as her souls jewel,
for her lone boys loneliness made him
more dear to her than the apple of her
eye Often would she press her lips to
his pale forehead with the warm glow
Of love which none but a mother can
ever know.
Some sixteen summers had passed
over yet the fragile boy would never
present himself at the wake, the fair
or the bridal, for he dreaded the
tboughtless cnes who delighted to jeer
and make sport of his shapeless back
His chief source Of amusement was
his loved harp, for Dermot was a min
strel, and often sought the seclusion Of
the dingle and caverned dell, hoping
| to commune with the viewless iChabit.
ants Of the fairy mounds and haunted
raths. Nor was he always alone in his
! sequestered retreat, for Una Mcbride,
| the fairest of Wicklow's daughters,
night by night had heard his exquisite
strains with that pure delight which
| that tuneful melody sometimes awakes
in the souls of the young, but Dermot
as yet had never seen the angel face
of his fair admlrer. One calm autumn
evening Una, who had become pretty
familiar with the bard's favorite
haunts, set out as usual, and with
! noiseless step succeeded in reaching
the shade Of the spreading Doughs of
an old oak tree, where he was engaged
in playing one of Carolan's famous old
airs. She could not resist the min
strePs power, and so she continued to
listen and love, and might have died
ere her love was known but for q
strange accident. The harper had
barely concluded the enchanting mel
Ody, when with death-llke face and
flashing eyes, Una Mcbride sprang
wildly from her place Of concealment
and fell like a corpse by the side of
young Dermot.
A famishod wolf in his nightly
: prowl had followed her, but before he
reached his intended prey young Der.
mots arm was dyed in the monster
blood, for his harp was cast aside and
his hunting-knife buried deep in the
fierce brute's heart. Again and again
the keen-edged blade was stoutly piled
at its deadly work, till at last the sav.
age wolf lay prostrate on the blood
enlpurpled heath.
Dermot's next task was to offer what
aid he could to the affrighted maiden
but as he approached the faintlng
form and gaZed upon the peerless face
Of the beauteous Una an agOnlzinl
pang of whitening dread chilled him tC
the heart, and, with streaming eye, hC
exclaimed: why should an object OF
contempt, such as l am, disturb the
angel She'll awake too soon--too soor
to lOathe and scOrn me-" There is m
anguish which no words can utter. II
must be felt when the solemn knell OF
hope rings sadly out, leaving it's victim
worse than dcnth-despalr Such grlei
was Dermot's. Hope died within hin
and he was desOlate. Tears, burning
tears, the hrst his manhood ever shed