The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-03

him. an yet he wasn't cold. for over
him seemed to be lyin' Maive's cloak o.
soft wool. But when he rose, it was
nowhere around.
Small use in stayin' here" thought
Eiveen; so afther givin' one more look
around. in search o. Naive, he turned
to the path by the river an went his
way.
Twas lonesome walkin', an all the
time he felt somethln' lackin', an not
KNOWN what it was. By an beyond,
as noon was near, he came to an inn
by the road, an asked in 1T for food
Have. We money to pay for i.?" ask
ed the man.
Then of a sudden Eiveen minded
that his money was in the nuntin' bag
over Maive's shoulders. He set IF
runnin' back by the way he'd come,
an when twas nigh dusk. he came
to the willows. An there was the dark
cabin, an the crone crouchin' on the
door-stone, an by her a slim, white
girleen.
"Maive!" he called. aren't YOU
comm with me?"
But she stepped back from him, an
the crone laughed. IT'S for the bag
We came, an not for Naive the Fair
Ask her for it, an co."
Eiveen went toward Naive, an right
then mist blew over his eyes an
there was naught but the birch tree,
an the huntin' bag on the grass by it.
He slung 1T over his shoulder an went
on again-not rachin' the Inn; so he
had to sleep on the road. An again
he thought the cloak covered him from
cold. But wakin' it was gone.
AT the inn he bought bread an meat;
an as he sat eatin' he couldn't put by
the thought O. Naive sharin her crust
with the crone. An he was full O.
wrath with the Little People for takin'
her from him. Presently by came rid
in troop o. men in armor, all shinin',
an the leader stopped an spoke to
Eiveen.
What mans man are YEP"
NO mans man." said Eivean, but
kings son."
What king is that?"
German without a Kingdom. His
second son am 1, named Eiveen the
Swift"
Then mount an ride with me. an
1t may be We'll find f1ghtin' a plenty,
an with great honor. Cathal O. the
mountain am l, an good comrade is
my hearts desire"
So Eiveen rode off to the north with
Cathal, on a horse that was given him.
But all through the day he was heark-
enin' for the sound O. Naive singin'.
an the road was long an weary want
IN 1T. At last, far in the afternoon.
Eiveen turned to Cathal.
tbs something l have left behind. %
said he. Il must go back and fetch
it,
60 then" said Cathal, IAN catch
us where we halt for the night, a bow
shot farther up this road"
Eiveen rode off swiftly across the
country arIf L.
dusk he came on the cabin. An Naive.
standin among the shadows, faded as
he came near.
Give me Naive, or twill go i'll with
ye! he cried in anger to the old crone.
Nay. Eiveen Cold Heart-not vet
warmed. 'Tis but wrath at losin' what
We thought was your own that brought
We back. CO."
An then the mist clouded all from
his eyes; so it was just to ride back to
Cathal
Next mornin' they all rode ON to the
north. An all day Eiveen kept seem
the brown eyes o. Naive in every
shadow. When they passed the apple
trees the flowers were like her white
hands, an the whish O. the wind was
like her steps on the grass.
Late in the day he turned to Cathal
an said:
Il must go back for somethin'. IT'S
i'll fortune that I left it,"
may" said Cathal, ''if We go again,
come not back"
said Eiveen. He sprang from the horse
an tossed the bride to Cathal
rake back your gift" said he. "'Tis
seekln my treasure I'll be-
SO on he went, across hill an valley
toward the river. An though twas
Eiveen the Swift, he was, the night was
gone an early morn breakin' when he
reached the willows again. Through
the trees he saw the cabin. an the old
woman, but Naive was not there.
"Maive!' he called. An "Maive!''
why have We Gomez" asked the
crone. Are We seekin' srvant to
carry your bag?''
Nay" said Eiveen, "'tis I would
serve her"
Then bring water from the river to
the birch tree, for tbs withering','
Then Eiveen took his huntin' bag an
filled it with water an poured it on the
roots. An for three days he went back
an forth. tryin' to keep it's green leaves
from fadin',
An on the third day, as he saw II
droopln', he knelt at its root, sorrow
in.
What would We If We had but one
wish to be granted?" asked the old
crone, plying him.
Naive" said Elveen.
AN not fortune an power?"
Nay, twas happier / was in Cor
macs cabin with neither" said Eiveen
An as he spoke, twas two hot tears
| dropped on the roots o. the little tree
Then Eiveen took his huntin' bag an
away, an the sun shone down on him
| for there by him stood Naive, with her
brown eyes lookin' laughin' into his
warm heart.
An together they went back across
the hills to the Tough o. the Eagle
KNOWN that the Little People were nc
more yexed.
THE VANISHING ELEPHANT.