The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-03-13


sprang into full view the crowd of Good
People-dukes, earls, princes, quality and
commoners, with their ladies-jammed
thick together about the house; every
one of them with his head turn back bawl-
ing and crying, and 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 thremlin' all over.
In the middle of the crowd, but towering
high above them all, stood Maureen Me
Gibney in her cloak of green an gold, her
purity brown hair fallin' down her ch)wld-
ers an she-the crafty villain-cryin an
bawlin' an abusin' Darby with the best
of them.
'What'l you have an let them go?''
says the King.
First an foremost" says Darby, take
yer spell og that slip of a girl there, an
send her into the house
In a second Maureen was standing
inside the door, her both arms about
Bob's neck and her head on his collar
bone.
What they said to ainh other, an what
they done in the way of embracin an
kissin' an cryin' I won't take time in tell
ing you.
Next says Darby, send back Rosie
and the PIGS
Il expected that says the King And
at those words they saw black bunch
coming through the air, and in few
seconds Rosie and the three pigs walked
into the stable.
Now; says Darby, promise in the
name of Ould Nick" Cts by him the
Good People swear, never to moil nor
NEEDLE again with any one or anything
from this parish
The King was fair put out by this.
Howsomever, he said at last: ''You on
grateful scoundrel, in the name of Ould
Nick / promise
so far so good says Darby; "but
the worst is yet to come Now you must
raylase from your spell ever sowl you We
stole from this parish; and, besides, you
must send me two hundred pounds in
@co!a
Well, the King gave a roar of anger
that WAS heard in the next barony.
Eye high-kanded, hard-hearted robber,
he Says, I'll never consent" says he.
"Phse yeself,' says Darby. Il see
Father Cassidy comm down the hedge, "
ne says. IAN he has prayer for We all in
his book that II 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 a few minutes a
bag of two hundred goold sovereigns in it
was trun at DarbSs thresholds; 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 relatives thought them dead and
buried They were the lost ones from
that parish.
With that Darby pulled the bit of Irvine
again, opening the trap, and it WASH 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 Cassidy,
his book in his hand. He looked at the
fifty people who had been with the fairies
standin' there-the poor crathures-
bin an woudherin' an afeared to go to
their homes.
Darby tould him what had happened.
"Ye foolish man., says the priest, you
could have got out every poor prisoner
shafts locked in Sleiye-na-mo let alone
these from this parish.
One could have scraped with a knife the
surprise off Darby's face.
would your Reverence lave me let
out the Corkonians, the Connaught men
and the Fardowns, / ask ye?" he says
holly when Mrs. Malowney there goes
home and finds that Tim has married the
Widow Hogan, yell say I let out toe
many, even OF this parish, I'm thinkin'
But says the priest, ''ye might have
got two hundred pounds for aich of U.S.
IF aich had two hundred pounds, what
comfort would have in being rich? p
axed Darby agin. ITO enjoy well being
rich there should DC plenty of poor, say
Darby
"God forgive We, We selfish man. sayi
Father Cassidy.
There's another rayson besides, says
Darby. Il never got betther nor friendliel
threatment than l had from the Coco
People. An the devil hair of theil
heads Id hurt more than need be" he
says
Some way or other the King heard Of
this saying, an was SO nightly pleased
that the next night a judge OF the finest
poteen was left at Darby's door.
After that, ndade, many's the winter
night, when the snow lay SO heavy that
no neighbor was stirrin, and when
Bridget and the childher were in bed
Darby set by the fire, a noggin OF hot
punch in his hand. argying an getting
news Of the whole worruld. A little man
with a goold crown on his head, a green
cloak on his back and one foot trim
over the other, sat feminist him by the
hearth.