Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-11-16

a-squint for the time. he would
go to where the others hid.
1T Is not because his face Is
twisted that the men of Ulster
should disown King Fergus" the
dwarf would say. but because
he fed from the monster of Loeb
Rury."
And the buffoon would say:
What's a twist to the face"
the had one himself) IF one has
a good tongue in ones head and
can keep the people in humor?"
And the juggler who had been
born on the Sligo Midluachra,
the road TO Tara, would say:
What is IL TO me whether this
province has prosperity or not?
There are other provinces in
Ireland and there are other kings
beside Fergus Weymouth"
The dwarf would become en-
ragged at this kind Of talk, and
ne would say:
They who are of the breed of
jugglers and buffoons do not
understand that nothing wakes
except around a waxing man.
But I'm of the breed of farmers
and know that crops and the
kings condition go together"
The kings condition is good,
the buffoon would say, for
there's corn in the acre and milk
in the churn, and any man can
eat his fill of blackberries."
And. indeed, the land continued
10 be prosperous. The only thing
that kept IL from being altogether
fortunate was that the people
did not have the messes of cells
that they delighted in and that
they were noted for. The Shee-
mach on the top of the loch kept
cells out of their pots that year.
LING FERGUS attended the
~ fairs and assemblies, and
hunted the deer and wolf and
boar. He came 10 be happier out
side his royal house than inside II.
For things there were not as they
were wont to be. The fcasts that
he gave did not have the cheer
that they used 10 have. He told
company Of ale@drinkers about
his encounter with the Sheenach
OF Loeb Rury Instead Of for
getting their ale they buried their
faces in their mugs. And when
they set them down again they
looked like men to whom a sor-
rowful story has been told.
And Ailinn, his queen, was
taking il on herself more and
more to dispose of the household.
she had sent away his juggler.
his buffoon. and his dwarf. but
she would not admit that she had
done this. One evening as he sat
at the hearth-fire beside her he
thought he would speak out what
was on his mind so that there
would be no more disturbance
Of the household.
King Fergus was gloomy; Noel
the chess-player had been play
ing this while back as If his mind
were not on the board. He had
even become forgetful of his
place. Last evening he told his
royal partner to move. not in the
unassuming voice that one uses
in speaking to king, but CURLY,
like one telling a fisherman where
to cast a line or a net. So Fergus
had forbidden Noel the private
chamber and had taken from him
the custody VI the board. And
now he was without anyone to
entertain him.
He could not play chess that
evening that was the fault of
Noel. But he did not have his
juggler, his buffoon. or his dwarf
and that was the fault of her
who sat beside him at the hearth
fire. He would speak to her about
this and then say no more.
But at that moment his man
Of smoke" his fire-tender, came
to draw out the stones that were
heating on the hearth.
Where do these stones go ?"
Fergus asked.
ITO the queens BATH" the
imam of smoke" answered.
"And the kings bath?" asked
Fergus. My feet are yet un-
bathed."
1T is long now, my king" the