The San Francisco call., 1904-03-27

ing pins pulling whiskers and pinchins
wouldn't take lsug 20 tell In troth.
he was Just about 10 let 60 his hold
and take the chances OF fall when
the hillside opened and-vhiskl the COW
turned into The mountain Darby
found himself flying down wide, high
passage which grew lighter as he went
along He heard the opening behind
shut ike a trap. and his heart almost
stopped beating. for this was the
fairies home IN the heart OF SIeive-na-
mon He was captured by them,
When Rosie stopped so stiff were al
Darby's joints that he had great
trouble Ioossning himself 10 come down.
He landed among & lot OF angTY-fsced
little people. each no higher than your
hand every one wearing a green velvet
cloak aid a red cap. and in every cap
vas stuck a white evils feather
Wen take him 10 the King" says 4
red-whiskered wee chap Wat he'll
dc 10 the nlurtherin' spalpezn'H be good
and plenty
VITA that they marched eur bou,d
Darby. & prisoner. down the long pas
sage, which every second grew wider
and lighter ard fuller OF little people
Sometimes. though he met with hu-
man beings ike himself only the black
charm was on them, they having been
stolen ~ some time by the Good Peo-
pie He saw lost people there from
every parish in Ireland, both common
ers and gentry. Each was laughing,
talking and dlverting himself with an
other OF 70 the sides he could see
small cobblsrs making brogues tinkers
mending pans. tailors sewing cloth.
smiths hammering horseshOes, every
one nerfly 20 his trade, making 4 d.
varsfon out Of work
Down near the center Of the noun
tain was a room twenty times higher
ard broader than the biggest church in
the WorruId- As they drew near this
room there arose the sound OF a reel
played On bagpipes. The music was so
bewitchfng that Darby, who was the
gracefulest reel dancer in all Ireland
could hardly make his feet behave
themselves
Al the rooms edge Darby stopped
short and caught his breath. the sight
was so enhancing. Set over the broad
foor were thousands and thousands OF
the Coed People. facing this way and
that dancing 70 reel: while on a throne
in the middle OF the room sat ouId
Brian Connors. King Of the Fairies.
blowing on the bagpipes. The little
King. with 4 goold crown on his head,
wearing 4 beautiful green velvet coat
and red knee breeches. sat with his
legs crossed. beating time with his foot
70 the music.
There were many from Darbys own
parish; aud what was his surprise 70
see there Maureen McGibney, his own
wife's sister. whom he had supposed
resting dacintly in her own grave N
holy ground these three years.
As tould you before, I tell you
again. Darby was the finest reel dancer
II al Ireland; and he came from q
family OF dancers, though I say il who
shouldn't. as he was my mothers own
cousin Three things in the worruId
bsnish sorrow-love, whisky and mu-
sic So, when the surprise Of it all
melted little Darby's feet led him IN
to the thick Of the throng. right under
the throne Of the King. where he flung
care 70 the winds and put his heart and
mind into his two nimble feet Dar-
by's dancing was such that purity soon
those around stoc= .--- TO admire.
II wasn't long TIL half the dancers
crowded around admiring. elapping
their hands. and shouting encoura ge-
nent The ould King grew so excited
that he laid down the pipes. took up
his fiddle, came down from the throne,
and standing feminist Darby, began q
finer chune than the first.
The dancing lasted a whole hour, no
one speaking a word except TO cry out,
Foot IL. ye dfviI." "Aisy now, he's
threading on nowersl" 'Hooroo. hoo
rool hoorayl" Then the King stopped
and said:
well. that bates Banagher. and Ban
sRher bates the worruId, Who are you
and how came you here7"
Then Darby up and tould the whole
story.
When he had finished. the King Look
ed sayrious. TN glad you came. an
I'm sorry you came" he says. IF we
had put our charm on you outside TO
bring you in you'd never die till the ind
Of the wcrruld. when we here must all
20 10 hell But" he added. quickly,
there's No use IN worrying about that