The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-02-13
FARRACH FLYNN
AND THE:
REVENCEFUL LEpRECHAWN
DISH MOONEY was SO in

was making fun OF the fairies. When
Farragh heard it he burst out laughing
and said: 1.-The next time Molsh turns
herself into a hare I'll get me gun"
ITS little care for himself or his
gun. them" sneered Molsh, when the
story was brought to her. She knew
well that when she was under the ell
chantnent the only thing that could
hurt her ut all was golden bullet,
and sure gold was too scarce in Rath.
Na-Gar to so shooting bAres or rabbits
with 1t.
Farragh Flynn lived alone. all by
himself, on farm of his own, and as
there was Il big whitethorn tree and q
fairies rath III the corner of his gar
den, every one in the village knew it
wasn't right fer him to be making
game of the fairies.
All, he was the stubborn man en-
'urely. and him young man at that.
He wouldn't believe that Dominick
Doian saw the ghost that disappeared
In a fash O fire at cock-crow. and he
even wouldn't give in that ,here was
such thing as banshee, afser all the
village heard it tic night before the
big wind.
Well. it was bad enough to he so I'M
reasonable as to deny the evidence of
the senses, you might say, but when
Farragh dug up the big whitethorn
bush and leveled out the fairies rath
at the end of his garden for potato
patch everybody held his breath, know
ing the good people would soon have
their revenge on him.
The whitethorr bush was as old rs
the cliffs of Rath-Na-Car. No one
knew when . began growing, and
some thought maybe it never grew at
oil. but was rullt far back in the be-
ginning of the world by the fairies for
reasons best known to themselves. At
any rate it was well known to he the
meeting place of the good people, and
It was at its foot they always went into
their underworld and came out OF ii.
too.
When Dominick Dolan's COW was be
witched, and he caught hold OF her by
the tail to keep her from the fairies,
sure, didn't she disappear into that
same rath OF an evening, draggln"
Do linlck with her into the tines
country man ever laid eyes on.
small, pleasant-spoken man wanted to
: treat Dominick to q j6rum of punch;
but Dominicll knew well that IL he
took food or drink he would never
come back, and, greatly rs he liked TO
be sociable, he put the temptation be-
hind him, and that's why he came out
OF the place all right with his COW.
Rut the COW never was the 81 ne
since. She wouldn't give drop OF
milk excepting Wien the village piper
would play "The Coolin," or the
"Cruiskeen Lawn" Now it was
mighty unhardy to have to send for
the piper every time Domin!ck Dolan's
people wanted TO MIX their COW, and
when the piper died not n drop more
milk would she give. They tried Darby
Fogarty'- flute on her, but 1t was no
use; nothing but the pipes would move
her, and seeing there was no other
piper to be had, she went dry.
But that was neither here nor there.
It's Farragh Flynn I'm telling about.
When Phelim Tigue, the fisherman,
heard that Farragh turned the rath
into potato patch. he said: "Its
mescil that wouldn't like to ate wan
o. thin praties that'll grow there"
"An', shure. what hArum would it do
you, father?" asked his daughter Kath-
leen, the prettlest girl in all the viii
lage.
mo harm in the world, alanna," said
Nolsh Mooney, with knowing wink;
"for 1t isn't praties that will grow
there Mt all, but thsles."
maybe you don't like Farragh," says
Kathleen. with toss Of her pretty
head.
"I'm sorry for lin that does" and
Molsh spoke as ifs..ie knew Kathleen's
secret.
To tell the truth, Kathleen did love
Farragh, and Farragh loved her In re-
turn. but between themselves 1t was;
although Molsh limited many time
that It wasn't right to love man who
wasn't friendly with the good people.
Many's the time Kathleen went out
fishing with her father in his small
boat, or curragh, and 1t was good to see
her pulling on an car like the best,
while her black hair was blown about
her rosy cheeks by the salt sea breezes
Farragh Flynn didn't so out In the
boats very often, but he was fond of
Dream fishing from the great cliff OF
Rath-Na-Gar, which was nearly five
hundred feet high and mostly white
with sea gulls that had their nests
there.
ere he would fish for hours with
land line 50 close 70 the cdg? o, ~"
eli that II would make your head or
m dizzy to go so near, and listen to
tn sound of the sea far below.
happened of fine evening in
spring that FarrRgh. who was fishing