The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-03-13

iiuouSH Lie WINDOW, III the Vleol
moonlight, Darby marked weeds and
grass being trampled by invisible feet
beyond the furthest ring of holly.
| Suddenly broke a great cry. The gap
in the first ring was found. Signs
were plainly seen Of unaccountable feet
rushing through and spreading about
| the nearer wreath. Afther that howl
| of madness from the little men and
women. Darby had pulled his Irvine
| and the trap was closed, with five
| thousand Of the good people entirely
at his mercy.
| Princes, princesses, dukes, dukesses,
| earls, earlesses, and all the quality of
| Sleive-na mon We're PRISONERS. Not
| more than a dozen of the last to come
| escaped, and they few back to tell
| the king.
For an hour they ragged. All the bad
| names ever called to mortal man were
word. ''Pickpocket!" Sheep stayler!"
sMurtherin thafe of a blaggard!" were
| the softest words trun at him.
| By an by, howsumever, as it begun
| to grow near to cock-croW, their talk
grew a great dale civiler. Then came
| beggin', pladin', promisin and enthat-
| in, but the doors of the house stayed
| shut an it's windows down.
| Purity soon Darby's old rooster Ter
| ry came down from his perch, yawned,
| an tapped his wings few times. At
| that the terror and the screechin' of
| the good people would have melted the
1 heart of a stone.
| ALI of a sudden a fine clear voice
| rose from beyant the crowd. The king
| had come. The other fairies grew still
| listening.
! "Ye murtherin thafe of the wur-
ruld," says the king, grandly, what
| are We dom wild my people? '
| Keep civil tongue in yer head,
| Brian Connors," says Darby, sticking
his head out the window, for Pm as
good a man as you, any day." says
Darby.
At that minute Terry, the cock, flap
| ped his wings and croWed. In flash
j there sprang into full view the crowd
of Good People-dukes, earls, princes,
/ quality and commoners, with their Ia
| dies-jammed thick together about the
| house; every one of them with his head
trun back bawling and crying, and
1 tears as big as pigeon eggs rouling
| down their cheeks.
A few feet away, on a straw pile in
| the barnyard, stood the king, his goold
/ crown tilted on the side of his head,
his long, green cloak about him and his
rod in his hand, but thremblin' all
over.
In the middle of the crowd, but tow
ering high above them all, stood Maui
reen McGibney in her cloak of green
an goold, her purity brown hair fallin'
i down her chow1ders an sile-the crafty
vfllain-cryin' an bawlin' an abusin
! Darby with the best of them.
''What'l you have an let them go?"
VS. the king.
First an foremost" says Darby
take yer spell off that slip of a girl
there, an send her into the house"
In second Maureen was standing
4 inside the door, both her arms about
Bob's neck and her head on his collar
! bone.
/ What they said to aich other, an
| what they done in the way of embrace
| in an kissin' an cryin' I won't take
time in tellin' you.
Next" says Darby, ''send back Ro-
! sic an the pigs"
! Il expected that" says the king.
| And at those words they saw black
bunch coming through the air, and in
/ a few seconds Rosie and the three pigs
walked into the stable.
| snow" says Darby, promise in the
name of Ould Nick" Cts by him the
| Good People swear) ''never to moil nor
NEEDLE agin with any one or anything
from this parish
The king was fair put out by this.
Howsumever he said at last: you on
4. grateful SCOuuQTSi, III Tic ildltiS IL
Ould Nick promise"
so far, SO good" says Darby; 'but
the worst is yet to come. Now you
must raylase from your spell every
sowl you've stole from this parish;
and, besides, you must send me two
hundred pounds in goold.'
/ Well, the king gave a roar of anger
that was heard in the next barony.
eye high-handed, hard-hearted rob-
ho,- he cauS ssT,I1 poupr oOpSanti' saws
he.
PHASE yerself," says Darby. II see
Father Cassidy comm down the
hedge" he says, can he has a prayer
for we all in his book thatll burn We up
like wisps of sthraw if he ever catches
We here" says Darby.
With that the roaring and bawling
was pitiful to hear, and in few min
utes a bag with two hundred goold
sovereigns in it was trun at Darby s
threshold; and fifty people, young an,
some of them ould, flew over an stood
beside the king. Some OF them had
spent years with the fairies. Their rel
atives thought them dead and buried.
They were the lost ones from that par
ish.
With that Darby pulled the bit of
Irvine again, opening the trap, and 1t
wasn't long until every fairy was gone.
The green coat of the last one was
hardly out Of sight when, sure enough,
who should come up but Father CASH
| dy, his book in his hand. He looked at
the fifty people who had been with the
i fairies standin' fhere-the poor era
thures-thremblin an wondherin, an
i afeard to go to their homes
Darby tould them what had happen
ed.
/. Eye foolish man, says the priest,
'you could have got out every prisoner
| that's locked in Sieve mon, let
alone those from this parish
One could have sseraped with a knife
+ the surprise off Darbys face. s.sse
! Would your reverence have me let
i out the Corkonians, the Connaught
men and the Fardowns, ask yer he
Il says, hotiy. when Mrs. Maiowney
there goes home and finds that Tim
has married the Widow Hogan, yen
say / let out too many, even of this
parish, I'm thinkin'."
SaBaffr says the priest, we might
\ have got 5000 for aich- Of us"
IF aich had GEO, what comfort
would have in being rich 2" axed OAR
( by agin. "To enjoy well being rich
, there should be plenty of poor says
| Darby.
ssGod forgive We, selfish mani" says
t Father Cassidy.
There's another rayson besides
| says Darby. 1T never got betther nor
friendlier tbraterent tlan,T had from
the good people An the divii hair