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breach of manners on their sympathetio interest in soldiers part. They overwhelmed me was only natural, for their son, with kindness and with food. Cornelius, had joined up for Though at first they inquired the war, and served with con. if I had been “harted,” all siderable distinotion. It struck further allusion to the me there had been no mention “ accident” was carefully of him so far—perhaps because avoided. The conversation I had omitted to inquire for daring & meal that must him. have lasted nearly an hour, “I hope Cornelius is well,” was skilfally directed into I said. Is he at home now?” safe and seasonable channels, Mr Fagan shot a repressive such as the weather, the joys glance at his wife. of Christmas, and the prob- “He is not,” he replied. able number of foxes in the “He got a notion to go to oountry.

England. Have you the old • Yet some instinot told me foxy horse still ?" my hosts were consumed by Formerly the subjeot of Cor& burning curiosity which I nelius was inexhaustible; now oould do nothing to quench, as his parents Bhrank from the I could not guess its origin. mere mention of his name. It The plain and simple faot of was my turn to feel ourions. my oar having broken down, Nevertheless the hint. I had and of the chauffeur having received was too definite to remained to look after it, be disregarded. I wondered, seemed 80 very plain and but asked no questions. simple that it surely could Mrs Fagan gave me a tidy give rise to no speculation, little room onde ocoapied by and certainly oalled for neither Cornelius. comment nor explanation.

She lingered after saying Just once Jamesy Fagan good-night. I guessed that, lapsed from his attitude of unbampered by her husband's caution and asked a question presence, she was on the verge bearing on the events of the of either asking or divalging night: “The shaffer that was something of importance. driving you, 'twas not the It is nover wise to question fellow you had a year or two my fellow - men except in. baok ?"

direotly, so all I could do to I told him that Twobig was help her was to repeat my & recent acquisition, and an thanks for her kindness and ex-soldier.

hospitality, and to express the “Ah, the poor good man! pleasure I felt at seeing her God pity him!” they both and Mr Fagan again. exolaimed.

“Indeed himself and me Raising & corner of the always had a great wish for tableoloth, Mrs Fagan wiped you since the time you'd come her eyes, while Jamesy gazed here with the foxy horse for gloomily into the fire.

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Reply was impossible, for I “the ways of the gentry !” was quite at sea.

I did not sleep well that “Did you get Father Heaphy night. Below in the street from Tabbernaphooka to him? the Clashagoppul Tin Band Could you get no'er a priest defied the New Year and the for him at all?".

R.I.C. well into the small I had a glimpse, as it were, hours of the morning. The of land.

discordant strains were 80I shook my head. “There companied by squeals and oatwas no need "I began; but balls, cheers for de Valera, and before I could say more she invitations to the police to grasped her thiok grey hair "come out and be shot.” Towith both hands and rushed wards morning a variation in out to Mr Fagan, who lurked, the noise was introduced by oandle in hand, on the landing. sharp whistles, words of com

“Oh, Jamesy," she cried, mand, and the measured “the shaffer was killed dead !tramping of Sinn Fein feet. I

It was no 088y matter to fell asleep eventually, and awoke convince the Fagans that to the sound of churob bells. Twohig was as much alive Mrs Fagan, dressed for early as I. From the first, ap. Mass, was standing by my bed. parently, they had put their She asked anxiously if I had own construction apon the heard the “musio” in the account I gave them, and had night, and assured me the poor taken for granted that we had fellows would have played been waylaid, and that Twohig loader only for a death in the was either lying wounded by village and they being very the roadside or had been soft-hearted! esoorted away by the raiders. I had told Twohig that

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breach of manners on their sympathetio interest in soldiers part. They overwhelmed me was only natural, for their son, with kindness and with food. Cornelius, had joined, ap for Though at first they inquired the war, and served with conif I had been “hurted,” all siderable distinotion. It struck further allusion to the me there had been no mention "accident” was carefully of him so far-perhaps because avoided. The conversation I had omitted to inquire for during & meal that must him. have lasted nearly an hour, “I hope Cornelius is well,” was skilfully direoted into I said. “Is he at home now?” safe and seasonable channels, Mr Fagan shot a repressive such as the weather, the joys glanoe at his wife. of Christmas, and the prob- “He is not,” he replied. able number of foxes in the “He got & notion to go to oountry.

England. Have you the old Yet some instinot told me foxy horse still ?" my hosts were consumed by Formerly the subjeot of Cor& burning curiosity whioh I nelius was inexhaustible; now could do nothing to quenoh, as his parents shrank from the I could not guess its origin. mere mention of his name. It The plain and simple faot of was my turn to feel oarions. my oar having broken down, Nevertheless the hint. I had and of the chauffeur having received was too definite to remained to look after it, be disregarded. I wondered, seemed 80 very plain and but asked no questions. simple that it surely could Mrs Fagan gave me a tidy give rise to no speculation, little room onoo ocoupied by and certainly called for neither Cornelius. comment nor explanation.

She lingered after saying Just once Jamesy Fagan good-night. I guessed that, lapsed from his attitude of anhampered by her husband's oantion and asked a question presence, she was on the verge bearing on the events of the of either asking or divulging night: “The shaffer that was something of importance. driving you, 'twas not the It is never wise to question fellow you had a year or two my fellow - men except inbaok ?"

dirootly, so all I could do to I told him that Twohig was help her was. to repeat my a recent aoquisition, and an thanks for her kindness and ex-soldier.

hospitality, and to express the “Ah, the poor good man! pleasure I felt at seeing her God pity him!” they both and Mr Fagan again. exolaimed.

“Indeed himself and me Raising & corner of the always had a great wish for tablecloth, Mrs Fagan wiped you since the time you'd come her eyes, while Jamesy gazed here with the foxy horse for gloomily into the fire.

& oup of tea," she said. “Sure That they should take a didn't me heart stop dead

when I heard you'd met an should somehow expose myself accident! Thank God you to the imputation of giving were not hurted, anyway." The evidence against Sinn Fein! smile left her face all at once. Yet the Fagans are most "Tell me," she asked in a loud superior people, intelligent whisper," was he anointed ?loyalists, and aoquainted with

Reply was impossible, for I “the ways of the gentry!” was quite at sea.

I did not sleep well that "Did you get Father Heaphy night. Below in the street from Tubbernaphooka to him? the Clashagoppul Tin Band Could you get ne'er a priest defied the New Year and the for him at all?"

R.I.C. well into the small I had a glimpse, as it were, hours of the morning. The of land.

discordant strains were 80I shook my head. “There companied by squeals and oatwas no need— "I began; but oalls, oheers for de Valera, and before I could say more she invitations to the police to grasped her thiok grey hair "oome out and be shot." Towith both hands and rushed wards morning a variation in out to Mr Fagan, who larked, the noise was introduced by oandle in hand, on the landing. sharp whistles, words of com

“Oh, Jamesy," she oried, mand, and the measured “the shaffer was killed dead /tramping of Sinn Fein feet. I

It was no easy matter to fell asleep eventually, and awoke oonvince the Fagans that to the sound of churoh bells. Twohig was as mooh alive Mrs Fagan, dressed for early as I. From the first, ap. Mass, was standing by my bed. parently, they had put their She asked anxiously if I had own construction apon the heard the “musio" in the 2000ant I gave them, and had night, and assured me the poor taken for granted that we had fellows would have played been waylaid, and that Twohig loader only for a death in the was either lying wounded by village and they being very the roadside or had been soft-hearted ! esoorted away by the raiders. I had told Twohig that

On learning that he was an should he not turn up with ex-soldier, all possibility van. the oar by nine o'olook I would ished of his life being spared, take steps to get baok to the and the one remaining point spot where I had left him. of interest was whether he had So, while the Fagans were at been killed instantaneously or Mass I went across the road had survived long enough to to the police station and tele800 a priest. Even after I had phoned to various garages and gone over the whole episode oar-owners in the neighbouring again and again, enlarging towns. But the reply was the apon every detail, I found they game in every case-either the still thought I was trying to drivers had refused to apply hide the truth with elaborate for permits, or the owners and circumstantial lies, lest I were afraid to take out their cars. I wondered whether world - wide of that picture," Danny Herlihy might be per- went on Mrs Fagan. “Didn't suaded to run me out in his he buy it in London the first Ford oar; but the police leave he got after the King sergeant, whom I consulted, visiting the Army in Flanders, thought it would be a pity to and a grand gold frame to go let the poor decent fellow risk round it, and a Union Jack flag the polt of a bullet after him to hang over the top! Sure on New Year's Day. “Maybe every one in the country did ho'd have bad luok the whole be admiring it!” year if he'd get shot on New I reoalled the pioture thenYear's Day," he said solemnly. a large and gaudily - coloured

Just then the Head Con- portrait of King George V. stable at Dunreagh rang up "It was a beautiful pioture,” to ascertain my whereabouts. I said. “Did Cornelius take it It was most opportune, for I to England with him ?". explained the situation and “He did so," said Mr Fagan, was told in return that an ex- settling himself into his wife's soldier oar-owner in Danreagh ohair by the fire, for the shopwould come to Clashagoppal bell had rang suddenly and for me in a couple of hours. she hurried away. “'Faith, it

The matter being settled, I was on account of the piotare spent the morning in the he went. And I'm glad he's Fagans' comfortable sitting- gone, though Herself and me room. Daylight is & great is lost without him." He roviver of courage, and I found lowered his voice, and, leanthat muoh of the oxution dis- ing towards me over the arm played overnight by my hosts of his obair, went on: “I had melted away in the sun wouldn't say a word last shine. Moreover, they had night, for I didn't know almost succeeded in believing whether them that stopped you I had told them the plain on the road mightn't be after truth about my adventure! you still ; and 'tis best to

I was anxious to solve the know nothing, the way you'd mystery surrounding Cornelius. be giving them do oocasion to Mrs Fagan herself aotually led take your life. God knows up to the subjeot.

I'd not be telling you a lie “'Tis seeking the pioture, on New Year's Day, but if you are ?” she said. “Indeed, Cornelius would be here now 'tis after leaving a great gap he'd be dead!” on the wall.”

He launched into a long deNow that my attention was soription of the vicissitudes of drawn to it, something cer- Cornelius after he had been tainly was missing from the demobbed. With bis wife wall faoing the window- & and little boy he had infaot emphasised by the square tended settling permanently at of wall - paper showing its Clashagoppul to help the old original unfaded colour.

people with the farm and “Cornelius thought the shop. He had counted on a

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