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the astonishing variety of scents, fury of the hero rushing to the rescue from goat to gombeen man, that pre- of the leading lady. It recalled the insented themselves. Of Flurry and his cidents that in the palmy days of the followers there was no sign.

Hippodrome gloriously ended in a “Get on, get on," reiterated Mrs. plunge into deep water, amid a salvo Knox, divining, no doubt, my feelings; of firearms. "we shall do no more harm than the In Flurry's wake came the rest of rest!"

the pack, and with them Dr. Jerome I gave the car her head, knowing Hickey. “A great morning's cubbing!" that whatever I did Flurry would have he called out, snatching off his old vel. my blood. In less than two minutes vet cap. "Thirty minutes with an old we were all but into Stephen Casey's fox, and now a nice burst with a jackgoats, who, being yoked together in ass!" body but not in spirit, required the full For the next three or four minutes width of the road for their argument. shrieks, like nothing much We passed Stephen Casey and the forked lightning, lacerated the air, as gombeen man cornering the disputed the guilty hounds began to receive calves in the sympathetic accord that that which was their due. It seemed such an operation demands.

As we

possible that my turn would come neared M'Sweeny, who brought up the next. I looked about to see what the rear, the body of the hunt, still headed chances were of turning the car and by the donkey, swept into a field on withdrawing as soon as might be, the left of the road. The fox, as might and decided to move on down the have been expected, had passed from road in search of facilities. We had the ken of the cur dogs, and these, in- proceeded perhaps a hundred yards toxicated by the incitements of their without improving the situation, when owners, now flung themselves, with my eye was caught by something movthe adaptability of their kind, into ing swiftly through the furze-bushes the pursuit of the donkey.

that clothed a little hill on the right of I stopped and looked back. The the road. It was brownish red, it slid leading hounds were galloping behind into the deep furze that crested the the car; I recognized at their heads bill, and was gone. Rattler and Roman, the puppies I had Here


peace walked, and for moment

offering! touched by this mark of affection. "Tally-ho!" I bellowed, rising in my The gratification was brief. They place and waving my cap high in the passed me without a glance, and with air. “Tally-ho, over!" anticipatory cries of joy flung them. The forked lightning ceased. selves into the field and joined in the “What way is he?" came an answerchase of the donkey.

ing bellow from Flurry. "They'll kill bim!" exclaimed Mrs. “This way-over the bill!" Knox, restraining with difficulty the The hounds were already coming to woolly dog; “what good is Flurry that the holloa. I achieved some very he can't keep with his hounds!" creditable falsetto screeches; I leaped

Galloping hoofs on the road behind from the car and cheered and capped us clattered a reply, accompanied by them over the fence; I shouted precise what I can only describe as impreca- directions to the Master and Whip, tions on the horn, and Flurry hurtled who

now, with the clamors by and swung his horse into the field proper to their calling, steeplechasing over a low bank with all the dramatic into the road and out of it again, fol-·





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lowed by two or three of the Field, becoming hysterical, and yearned for including the new District Inspector of Mullins as the policeman (no doubt) the Royal Irish Constabulary (recently yearns for the mother of the lost come from Meath with a high repu- child. tation as a goer). They scrambled On the road near the public-house and struggled up the hillside, through we came upon M'Sweeny, Goggin, and rocks and furze, in connection with Casey, obviously awaiting

I which I heard the new D. I. making stopped the car, not without relucsome strenuous comments to his Meath tance. hunter, the hounds streamed and "That will be all right, Goggin,” screamed over the ridge of the hill, the said Mrs. Knox airily; "we're in a riders shoved their puffing horses after hurry to get home now.” them, topped it, and dropped bebind The three protagonists looked at

The furzy skyline and the pleasant another . dubiously, and simulblue and white sky above it remained taneously cleared their throats. serene and silent.

“I beg your pardon, Mrs. Knox, I returned to the car, and my passen- ma'am,” began Mr. Goggin very deliger, who, as I now realized, had re- cately, “Mr. V'Sweeny would be thankmained very still during these excite ful to speak a word to you before you ments.

"That was a bit of luck!" I said "Well, let him speak and be quick happily, inflated by the sense of per- about it," returned Mrs. Knox, who sonal merit that is the portion of one seemed to have recovered remarkably who has viewed a fox away. As L from her moment of emotion. spoke I became aware of something “You must excuse me, Major fixed in Mrs. Knox's expression, Yeates," said Mr. M'Sweeny, chivalsomething rigid, as though she were rously selecting me as the person to repressing emotion. A fear flashed whom to present the business end of through my mind that she was over- the transaction, “but I'm afraid I tired, and that the cry of the hounds must trouble you about that little mathad brought back to her the days ter of the five pounds that we arranged when she too had known what a first a while ago,-I couldn't go back withburst away with a fox out of Killoge out it was settled" Wood had felt like.

Mr. Goggin coughed and looked at "Major Yeates," she said sepul. his boots; Stephen Casey sighed heavchrally, and yet with some inward ily. thrill in her voice, “I think the sooner At the same moment I thought I we start for home the better.”

heard the horn. I could not turn the car, but, "I'm afraid I haven't got it with rather than lose time, I ran it back- me,” I said, pulling out a handful of wards towards the cross-roads: it was silver and a half-sovereign. “I suppose a branch of the art in which I had eighteen and sixpence wouldn't be any not become proficient, and as, with my use to you?” bead over my shoulder, I dodged the Mr. M'Sweeny smiled deprecatingly, ditches, I found myself continually as at a passing jest, and again I encountering Mrs. Knox's eye, and heard the horn, several harsh and prowas startled by something in it that longed notes. was both jubilant and compassionate. Mrs. Knox leaned forward and I also surprised her in the act of wip- poked me in the back with some vioing her eyes. I wondered if she were lence.


"Goggin will lend it to you," she pleasantly. "But I declare she gave said, with the splendid simplicity of a them a nice chase! When she seen great mind.

the Doctor beating the hounds that's It must be recorded of Goggin that the time she ran!" he accepted this singular inversion of I turned feebly in my place and the position like a gentleman.


looked at Mrs. Knox. moved on to his house, and he went "It was a very natural mistake!" in with an excellent show of alacrity she said, again wiping her eyes; “I to fetch the money wherewith I was myself was taken in for a momentto stop his own mouth. It was while but only for a moment!" she added,

were waiting that a small wet with abominable glee. collie, reddish-brown in color, came I gave her but one glance, laden flying across the road, and darted in with reproach, and turned to at the open door of the house. Its M'Sweeny. tongue was hanging out, it was pant- You'll get the five pounds from ing heavily.

Goggin," I said, starting the car. "I seen her going over the hill, and As we ran out of Killoge, at somethe hounds after ber; I thought she thing near thirty miles an hour, I wouldn't go three sthretches before heard scald-crow laughter behind they'd have her caught!" said M'Sweeny me in the shawls. Blackwood's Magazine.

E. E. Somerville and Martin Ross.



He sat cross-legged on the roadside his eyebrows with the horrid stare of beside a heap of stones, and with slow a man who searches for apparitions; regularity his hammer swung up and he lowered them again to the bored down, cracking a stone into small blink of one who will not believe in pieces at each descent. But his heart apparitions even though he see them. was not in the work. He hit what- There was not even fairness. Perever stone chanced to be nearest. haps (and his bearing was mildly There was no cunning selection in his tolerant)-perhaps some people behammer, nor any of those oddities of lieved there was fairness, but he had stroke which a curious and interested his share of days to count by and worker would have essayed for the remember. Forty-nine years of here mere trial of his artistry.

and there, and in and out, and up and He was not difficult to become ac- down; walking all kinds of roads in quainted with, and, after a little con- all kinds of weathers, meeting this versation, I discovered that all the sort of person and that sort, and many sorrows of the world were sagging an adventure that came and passed from his shoulders. Everything he away without any good to it—"and. had ever done was wrong, he said. now," said he, sternly, “I am breaking Everything that people had done to stones on a by-way." him was wrong, that he affirmed; nor “A by-road, such as this," said I, had he any hope that matters would “has very few travellers, and it may mend, for life was poisoned at the prove a happy enough retreat." fountain-head, and there was no jus- "Or a hiding place," said he gloomtice anywhere. Justice! He raised ily.



We sat quietly for a few moments- does he signify more than a goat or

"Is there no way of being happy?”. a badger? We live by what folk said I.

think of us, and if they speak badly "How could you be happy if you of a man, doesn't that finish him for have not got what you want?" and ever?" he thumped solidly with his hammer. Do people speak well of you?" I

“What do you want?” I asked. asked.

“Many a thing," was his reply; “They speak badly of me," said he; “many a thing."

"and the way I am now is this, that I squatted on the ground in front I wouldn't have them say a good word of him, and he continued:

of me at all." "You that are always travelling, did “Would you tell me why the people you ever meet a contented person in speak badly of you?” all your travels ?"

"You are travelling down the road," "Yes," said I, “I met a man yester- said he, "and I am staying where I day, three hills away from here, and

We never met before in all the he told me he was happy."

years, and we may never meet again, "Maybe he wasn't a poor man?" and so I'll tell you what is in my

“I asked him that, and he said he mind. A person that has neighbors had enough to be going on with.” will have either friends or enemies, I wonder what he had."

and it's likely enough that he'll have "I wondered too, and he told me. the last, unless he has a meek spirit. He said that he had a wife, a son, an And it's the same thing with a man apple tree, and a fiddle."

that's married, or a man that has a “There's people bave

than brother. For the neighbors will spy that."

on you from dawn to dark, and talk "He said that his wife was dumb, about you in every place, and a wife his son was deaf, his apple tree was will try to rule you in the house and barren, and his fiddle was broken." out of the house, until you are bad

“It didn't take a lot to satisfy that gered to a skeleton, and a brother will man."

ask you to give him whatever thing “And he said that these things, be you value most in the world.” ing the way they were, gave him no He remained silent for a few mintrouble attending on them, and, that utes, with his hammer eased on his being so, he was left with plenty of knee, and then, in a more heated time for himself.”

strain, he continued: “I think the man you are telling “There are three things a me about was a joker; maybe, you are doesn't like. He doesn't like to be a joker yourself, for that matter." spied on; and he doesn't like to be

"Tell me," said I, “the sort of things ruled and regulated! and he doesn't a person should want, for I am like to be asked for a thing he wants young man, and everything one learns himself. And whether he lets himself is so much to the good.”

be spied on or not, he'll be talked He rested his hammer and stared about, and in any case he'll be made sideways down the road, and he re- out to be a queer man; and if he lets mained so, pursing and relaxing his his wife rule him he'll be scorned and lips, for a little while. At last he laughed at, and if he doesn't let her said, in a low voice:

rule him he'll be called a rough man; “A person wants respect from other and if he once gives to his brother people. If he doesn't get that, what he will have to keep on giving for



ever, and if he doesn't give at all he'll get the bad name and the sour look as he goes about his business."

"You have bad neighbors, indeed," said I.

"I'd call them that."

“And a brother that would ask you for а thing you

wanted yourself wouldn't be a decent man?"

"He would not."

"Tell me," said I, “what kind of a wife have you?"

"She's the same as anyone else's wife to look at, but I fancy the other women must be different to live with."

“Why do you say that?”

"Because you can hear men laughing and singing in every public-house that you'd go into, and they wouldn't do that if their wives were hard to live with, for nobody could stand a bad comrade. A good wife, a good brother, a good neighbor—these are three good things, but you don't find them lying in every ditch."

If you went to a ditch for your wife!" said I.

He pursed up his lips at me.

"I think," said 1, "that you need not mind the neighbors so very much. If your mind was in a glass case instead of in a head it would be different, but no one can spy on you but yourself, and no one can really rule and regulate you, but yourself, and that's well worth doing.”

"Different people," said he shortly, “are made differently."

“Maybe," said I, "your wife would be a good wife to some other husband, and your brother might be decent enough if he had a different brother."

He wrinkled up his eyes and looked at me very steadily

“I'll be saying good-bye to you, young man,” said he, and be raised his hammer again and began to beat solemnly on the stones.

I stood by him for a few minutes, but as he neither spoke nor looked at me again I turned to my own path, intending to strike Dublin by the Paps of Dana and the long slopes be yond them,

James Stephens.

The Nation.


It is of little use asking if Carnegie is, for anyone except Mr. Carnegie libraries are a boon and a blessing; himself or his private secretary-as they are there—"right there," as Mr. they are to be found in many parts of Carnegie's private secretary would say. the world, from the South Seas to the But it is only reasonable to suppose Northern Ocean. Dr. Johnson's famous that if the peoples of the localities definition of all-embracing space does had not wanted them they would not not apply here, as neither the Chinese have had them; whether or not the nor the Peruvians have benefited to institutions are good depends largely any great extent. Mr. Carnegie's first upon the way in which they are used, step in the direction of the particular for which Mr. Carnegie cannot be branch of philanthropy he has made expected to accept any responsibility. his own was the gift of a “bay” or These, again, sentiments


book-stack full of books to the old MeBertram would echo. Just


chanics’ Institute of Pittsburg, or Allemany library buildings Mr. Car- gheny, as this particular district was negie bas paid for it is impos- then designated, of which his father sible to say at any given moment that had been a member, and where he


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