The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-05-02

Consssssd from SsssstA Psss.

King Bfian Connon himself told h ous
evening TO tho Rev Father CAsidy. From
this account we learn that the fairies ORIG.
nally lived In Heaven, and In the great battle
between the good angels and the bad they
took neither side. but were merely lookers-
on When the fight was over and the bad
angels had all been hurled 10 the bottom =
less pit, the fairies had to be attended 70
and this Is how the Angel Gabriel disIosed
OF them
Well King Brian Connors.' says he.
hope you see that there's suoh thing
a. being too wise and too cute and to o
tic,lIsh OF yourself can't send you TO
the stars, bekase they're full. and l won't
send you to the bottomiess pit as long as
can help 1t. III send yez all down TO the
world We're going to put human beans
q II purity soon, though they're going to
turn out to be blaggards, and at last we'll
have TO burn the place up After that. II
you're still there. you and yours must 60
to partition for It's the only place left for
you.
'Howsumever. III let ye settle in any
part OF the world ye like, and IN send there
the kind OF human beans ye'd most wish
for Now give your ORDER he says to me.
mako for you the kind OF people you'd like
to live among
Well says l. I'd like the men honest
and bravo, and the women good.
"'Very WE'LL he says. writing it down.
I've got that-go on
".And I'd like them full Of Jollity and
sport, fond of racing and singing and hunt
ing and fighting and all such innocent
diversions
you'll have no complaint about that.
Gays he,
And says 1. I'd like them poor and
parseouted, bekase when man gets rich
there's no more love in him
yes. III fix that, Thrue for you says
the Angel Gabriel. writing
.'And don't want them to be Christians
says /, make them haythens or pagans,
for Christians are too much worried about
the Day Of Judgment
.'Stop there! Say no more! says the
saint. II make as fine a race Of people
as that won't send them TO hell to place
you Brian Connors.
@'At laste says l, make them Jews.'
III I made them Jews, he says, slowly
screwtng up one eye TO think, how could
you keep them poor? No. noP he said.
shutting up the book, go your ways; you
have enough
u clapped me hands, and all the Little
People stood up and bent over the edge.
their fingers pointed like swimmers going
to dive One, two. three l shouted, and
with that we took the leap.
we were two years and twenty-six
days falling before We reached the world.
On tho morning of tho next day we began
our search for place to live. We travelled
from north to south and from ayst to west.
Some grew tired and dhropped OF in Spain,
some in France, and others agin in differ
ent parts Of the world But the most OF
us travelled ever and ever till we came to
. lovely island that giimmered and laughed
and sparkled in the middle of the say
We'll stop here I says: we needn't
search farther. and we needn't 60 back to
Itsiy or Switzerland, for Of all places on
the earth this island Is the nearest like
heaven; and in It the County Glare and the
County Tipperary are the purtest spots
Of all So we followed out tho great
Sleive-na-mor for our home, and
there We are till this day.
THE King stopped while. and sat
houldin' his chin in his hands. That's
the thrue story he says. signing pitiful.
We took sides with nobody. we minded
our own business. and we got trun opt for
IT, says he"
Good stories all are these. Full Of the
olv unot,louS humor of the race