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STOREY Ml HE shtory I tould ye yisterdy respictin' me H ' uncle Lanty O Hoolahan s quare advin- I ture wid the Little People reminds me that I disremimber if I tould ye how the fairies showed ould Kitty Flynn the very idintical shpot where the trisure wor buried. "Is it shpot?" liz you. Sure there wor shpots enough for a bad case av the measles, an' plinty lift to make an illigant dhress coat for a leopard. It's thrue for ye, the trisure worn't in all thim shpots; but thin ye couldn't be so onrasonable as to expict a man to find riots av gould scatthered around as thick as butthercups, especially ns it wor a woman as wor a-searchin' for it, an' ould Mistress Flynn at that, who iverybody knows wor as short-sighted as me uncle whin he used to mate me on t he sthreet afther the fairies moil his fortin. An' if ye'll be sayin' that she wor, besides, as deaf as a post an' as wake as wather, it 's not incsilf as '1 be onpolite enough to conthradict ye. "But," siz you, "Phalim," siz you, "y'are wandlierin' from the p'int." Right y' are. honevs. siz I. an' that 's precoisely wli. t ould Kitty did afore she found the pot av po'.'.id. An', he the same token, she niver did find, that gould at all. Ah, but it's the mane ould miser she wor as rich as a money-linder! How ould she wor nobody knew; an' even they daren't revale the sacrct for fear av login' their carackther for truth an' veracity in the community. "Uncie," siz I," "Kiyy Flynn's an ixcadingly ould woman," siz I. fern, almost within rache av her arrum, wid hla head restin' on the top av a convenient toadstool an' his legs comfortably crossed over a leaf ay the bracken, lay wan av the Little People, fast .asleep. '"T is the fairy postman," mutthered she. "There 's the little leather mail-bag, ' an' the blue jacket wid brass buttons, an' the shtovepipe hat wld the gould band. Ah, but it 's the lucky woman I am tnts day," siz she. "The Little Man knows ivery crock av gould an' trisure that 's buried in the County Roscommon." An', houldin' her breath for fear av wakln' him, she crep' up shly, an' clutched him wid both hands. The Little Man kicked an' sthruggled, but it wor no good; for Kitty had him so tight that his heart leapt intil his mouth an' his ribs curled round his back bone. "An' what may ye be a-wantin' wid me, good woman?" siz he, whin he wor fairly awake. "Good woman yersilf," sit she, in a huff. "Misthress Flynn, madam, at yer sarvice, thin," siz he. "I want ye to lind the help av yer assistance to a lone widdy," siz Kitty. "I know nothin' respictin' the trisure," siz he. "Who axed ye?" siz she. "I see it in yer eye," siz he. "Troth, ye'll see it in me pocket afore we part company," siz she. "I don't know where it is," siz he. "Ye do," sit she. "'T is a long way off." siz he. "We '11 tramp it," siz she. "But I 'm late," siz he, "an' the king cxpicts me." MISTRESS FLYNW DISCOVERS A FAIRY PINO "Thin ye mane to sarcumtransmljrata ffa wuruld, ma'am," sit he, "seein' at it 'a on'y yer back asli'fscin' for home ." "Niver ye thronble yer haad naythtr about me face or me back," siz she. "They '11 tnoind their- silves," siz she. "Csn I carry it for ye?" six he. "Ye cannot' aiz she. "Ye can carry yersilf off, an' I '11 be thankful, an' good luck to ye." ."Joy go wid ye, thin," siz he. An' he wint away wondherin' at. her lack av appreciation ay his ira provin' an' intertainin' conversation. As soon 's his back wor turned, Kitty grabbed hould ay the collar av the fairy s jacket an' tuk mm out av the sack agin. "Is it much farther?" siz she. . "It is," siz he. "Ye bo along the road over an' beyant Benauchlan, an' whin ye rache t' oher side ay the hill, ye turn down the lane fornist Larry uarry houWin'. an' whin ve come to the Widdy Green' turfsktack, wid the little clamps av turf round it, ye cross the shtile, an' folly the pad road for a mile or so, through the church meadows, an past JJrum-moch-a-Vanaghan bog, ontil ye come till a large tin acre field wid a fairy fort in the cinter av the mid dle av it," siz he. An', be the same token, I may as well be ex plainin' to yez that a fairy fort is in the nayture av a mound wid an ilivated deprission in it, undernathe which the Little People hould their court. "An in that field," si the Little Man, "in a shpot I '11 direct ye to, ye'll find the gould." "Sure," siz Kitty " 't is me own field ye 're afther describin'." For Kitty minded the fairy ring she had seen early that mornin'. "Thin," siz he, "yer title to the trisure 11 be the cl'arer." "Shmall thanks to ye," siz she, "for givin' me what 's me own a'ready." Well, afther a long an' tajus walk, they kem to the field; an' whin the Little Man p'inted out the place, she shcraped up a little hape av earth, and set the turf indways on the top av it. "I '11 be sure to raycognize it ag'in," siz she. "Ye will," siz he; "an' now me conthract 's com plate, I '11 be l'avin ye, av ye pl'ase." "Do n't be onaisV!" siz she. "I 'm not," siz he, "but ristless. "I 'm expicted at the king's court." "Tell 'em ye wot subpanied as a spictatin' witness in another coort," siz she. "But I 've letthers to deliver," siz he. "An' I 've letthers to resave," siz she; "an" they 're printed round the rim av a gould piece, an' whin I rade thim ye can go," siz she. "What '11 ye be doin' wid me?" siz he. "Takin' care av ye for the night," siz she, "an' seein' ye do n't overshlape yersilf as ye did the day." An' away they wint, an' in course av time they rached Kitty's house, whin, siz she to the Little Man, "Av ye '11 give me yer word not to Tave the room, but t.o deliver up to me in the mornin', I '11 let ye loose for the night." siz she; "but fcv ye do n't I' 11 tie ye, hand an', fut, to the hidpost." The Little Man gave his word, an' afther a bit they sat down quoiet an' paccable over a big bowl av stirabout an' but thermilk. As Kitty wor cl'arin' off the dishes aftherwards she chanced to p.ipe out av the windy, whin, turnin' to the Little Man, she siz: "Consale yersilf! There 's that mischavous ould gossfp Bridget O'Hara a comin. Sure av she'd stayed till she wor wanted she 'd wait ontil all the sands in Ould Father Time's hour-glass wor scat thered over Bundoren Beach," siz she. "Good avenin'," siz Bridget O'Hara, as she lifted the latch and opined the door, "an' good avenin' till ye, Misthress Flynn." "Good avenin'," siz Kitty. "An' how d' ye find yersilf the day?" siz she. "Tired wid a hard day's worruk," siz Kitty, "and longin' for shlape!" "It 's mesilf as wont be hinderin' ye," siz Biddy, "but I heard a foolish shtory from Mike Lanigan the day, an' I thought it me duty to be tellin ye av it." "What w'u'd ye expict from a donkey but a hee haw?" siz Kitty. He siz that ye 've bin poachin' In Drumdarra wood, an' he mit ye wid a sackful ay hares an' rab bits an' wid a brace av phisants undher yer arrum," sit she. This put Kitty in a quandary; for she see Biddy wor jist aten up wid curiosity, an' she did n't know how to be explainin' the bag, whin the Little Man helped her out sv the schraps by upsettin' the sthool on which Biddy wor a'ated, and topplin' her over on the flure. "Sure yer house is bewitched," siz she, as she picked heTsilf up and flew out av the room in a rage. THF. nixt afore the fii Little cordin' II. HF. nixt mornin' Kitty wor up, an' sthirrin' - tienaucnian top wor a blushin at first wink av sunrise. She tuk the Man, who delivered himsilf up ac- in to aRramint, an' put him undher a milkpan on the dure, wid a big sthone on the top for a solid foundation. Thin she shouldhered a shpade an' nied shtraight for the trisure field. But, begorra! she c'u'd scarce belave her eyes at the sight that mit her whin she got there. The field wor covered from ind to ind, an' from cinter to diamether, wid little hapes av earth, each wid a turf on top exactly like the wan she nied the night afore. "Millia murther!" she screamed. "Ch'atin'l roguery! rascality! villainy!" siz she. "Thim thaves the Little People have bin here the night atV ch'ated me out av me hard-aimed gould. I '11 niver find it undher all thim hapes. av 1 dig for a cintury," siz she. An' she ran about the field like wan possessed, shtumblin' over the hapes an' rlinsin' the turvts around, thryin' to find the idinitcal shpot she marked the pravious afthernoon. But it stands to sinse she c'u'd n't. The Little People wor too cunnin' for that. Ivery hape wor as much like his brother as two pays, an' av coorse it wor onposible to indicate a turf, wid thousands av 'em shtuck all over the field like plums in a puddin'. "At all evints." siz she, "I '11 take it out av that desavin' little vilyun at home," siz she. ""I '11 tache him to chate me out av me trisure," siz she. "I 'II mark a shpot 'on him that he won't be apt to mis take." An' she totthered to'rds home ag'in, wid her limbs thrimblin' undher her, br'athin' dipridation an' vingince on him. 'T is no good me tellin' ye, honeys, for ye won't belave me! But whin she got home, an' lifted the pan,, there wor n't enough lift undher it "to fill a crack in the eye av a needle. The Little Man wor gonel She s'ated hersilf on the flure, an' wailed an' laminted like a keener at a wake. An' all over the house undher the bidstead, an' in the corners, an' among the crockery, an' up the chimleys she c'u'd hear the Little People dancin' and patterin', and I'apin' about and mockin' her wid lafture an' mirri ment at the cliver way they 'd turned the tables on ould MisthVcss Flynn! "At anny rate," siz she, whin her aggravation had gone down a bit, "av I can't find the gould, the lit tle ribels have lift me good turf enough for next winther's fuel widout me disthurbin' me own," siz she. "He, he! Have they, though!" siz an invisible v'ice be her elbow. "Luk at yer turfshtack!" Kitty flew to the door, gave one luk, an' sunk all av a hape be the threshold. " 'T is the last shtroke av an evil fortin on a poor lone widdy, siz she. The blaggards hev scatthered But Gunga wasted her husband's wages in buying fine clothes for herself and for her baby, Rami, white Anunda saved all the money the could for the benefit of her husband and their baby, Sita. After some years, when the two little girls were about five years old, Gunga's husband reproached hit wife constantly, because by her extravagance he wat till poor, while Anunda's husband had been able to purchase cows and goats with the money which she had saved. Gunga could bear her husband's reproach no longer," She became violently jealous of her sister, whom both the men praised, and at last she resolved to kill her. So one day, when the sisters were drawing water front' the talao, or large deep tank, on the edge of which they bathed, Gunga pushed her sister into the deepest part, where she seemed to drown. But the god Krishna changed her so that her soul went into the body of a large tortoise which lived in that tank, and every day, when the two children bathed there alone (for Gunga was afraid to bathe again in that tank) the old tortoise swam to little Sita, and gave her pood things to eat, which made her very strong and plump. Gunga asked her daughter : "What makes your ' cousin so plump, while your are so lean? Do I not give her only the scraps, while you have always the best food, as much as you can eat?" Little Rami then told her mother about the. tortoise ; which fed her cousin, and Gunga's anger was great. ' She told her daughter to feign sickness, and to ask her father (when he inquired about her health) to kill the big tortoise rnd to make soiip for her of its flesh. Sita heard, and ran in distress to the tank. Finding the tortoise, she cried : "Oh mother, they will kill vou to make food for tnv cousin!" "Never mind," said the tortoise. "I know they will kill me, and they will give Rami my flesh for food, and to you only a small bone. Take that bone and . plant it in the yard, and visit the place for three days. Then you shall find me again in another form." Everything happened as the tortoise foretold. She ; was killed and made into broth. The meat was eaten" by Gunga and her child; and a bore was given to Sita. who concealed it and at night planted it in the garden. Next day she prayed and wept there; and as ,: her tears fell upon the ground, to htr great astonish ment a young mango-tree six feet high rose from the earth. On the second day the rrie was twenty feet high; and when the child prayed with her little arms round the stem, the green flowers opened on the branches. On the third day the tree was full grown,' and as soon as Sita came to say her prayers under its . shade, the fruit ripened, and the leaves rustled and whispered kind words to her from her mother. Sita brought her basket and held it under the tree while the beautiful ripe fruit fell into it. Then she took the basketful to her aunt and cousin. Gunga " then went to the tree; but no fruit fell into her basket, and when she sent a man to pick the mangoes they all withered in his hands". So the farmers told the women and children: "Let no one pick this fruit but Sita; for it is plain that the' gods have given her this tree for herself." There was never such a tree in the world. Every day in the year it furnished her with a large basket of ripe mangoes, somegf which she gave to the family, and the rest she sold. Her father kept the money for her, and when the me eiirhteenpince a load to get em Home agin. Ochone! Ochone! I 'm desthroyed an' ruined intirely." What 's that ye 're sayin', acushla? Did she iver find the gould? Faith, me darlints, that 's a quary I 'm onable to answer yez! All I know is that she died amazin' rich, an' an ould rusty iron pot wor dis kivered in the barn which iverybody said wor the wan she found the trisure in. So yez see that, afther all, the matther remains what the gintleman av the legal profission w'u'd call an opin question! "Ould!" siz he. "She wor an ould woman whin yer grandfather, rest his sowl, wor a boy, an' she's an infant in arrum s now to what she wor thin. She's a dale oulder nor what she appears to be," siz he. "Bedad," siz I, "she Inks it." Have yez iver taken notice, childher, that the less toime an ould man has lift to spind the money, the more grady he is to be graspin' av it? Av( coorse ye haven't; but it's thrue for all that, an' quare enough for a conundhrum. If it wor mesilf, now, I'd be for skamin' the half av me life to lay hould av the cash, an' the l'ave av it for shcrapin' the time togither to spind it aisily an' plisintly. Now the reverse av the conthrairy av that wor the way wid ould Kitty. Niver at rest but whin she wor toilin'. an' nioilin' afther money an' lands an' tini mints Well, as I wor on the ave av informin' ye, ould Kitty wor trampin' home from Bengoi! wan blazin' hot day in July, hungry as a bear, wid rheumatism in her i'ints an a big market-basket in her arrums an' all beca'sc shr wor too mane to pay ould Malone the c.irricr a cohtimptible thrippenny bit for a ride, an' he ow'in' her a matther o' tin shillin' for praties, wid no more chance av gettin' out av debt than he had av gettin' into Parliament. It was tremindous hrM, so Kitty tuk the short cut through Drumdarra wood 10 avoid the hate. She wor a bit narvous too, for she had come be a bit av her property sitooated close be the outskyarts av Bengoil, intindin' to see how Tirrince Fahay wor gettin' along wid a job o' ditch-rliggin' she had set him at. Ould mn Murphy, bavin' nothin' else to do, accompanied her, an' w'u'd ye belave it? there in the middle o' the field, right forninst Tirrince, an' he not a-noticin' it, wor a rale fairy ring. Now Kitty had not seen a fairy ring since she wor a little gal, an' the sight o this wan made her a bit narvous which wor not onr'asonable. ye mast, admit. But Kitty found it wor no betther in the shade nor in the sun, for the trees kep' out ivery breath av sir, an' made it ss close an sulthry as a Dutch oven. Siz she to hersilf, at ahe put down the basket an' s'ated hersilf on a lof to rest awhile, siz she, "Quoth the Cook to the Duck, "Which w'u'd ye prefer: to be roasted afore the fire, or stewed in a ssucepan?' Siz the Duck to the Cook, siz he. 'If it's all the same to yersilf, I'd sooner be biled in a shtrame ay cold wather' "An' if I had the full ay a cup av that same cold wather at the prisint moment." siz she, "I'd be more thankful an' less thirsty. Me heart's broke." siz she. ''wid the load an the fatigue an' the hate." Purty soon she began to ret drowsy, an' wor in the act av composia' hersilf for a napr whia sbt sat up suddin-like an' sit: "Wtishtr siz she. "What 's that beyant T An well the might; for right undher the shade ay a big "Av ye don't show me the shpot," siz she "ye 11 not on'ly be late, but late laminted." (Which, as yersilf can see, wor a joke.) "Lave me go," siz he, "an' I '11 tell it to ye." "I '11 lave ye go, siz she "whin ye show it to me." "Thin come along," siz she. "I will that," siz she. An' off they started, she carryin' him, her two hands clasped round his waist wid a grip av iron, an' wid a bag slung over her back to hould the gould in. "Which way do I go?" siz she. "Shtraight be yer nose," siz he. "D' ye mock "me?" siz she. For, sure, her nose p'inted shtraight upwards in a line wid the north star. "Niver a bit," siz he. "T is right before ye as ye go." An' she forgot the hate an' the hunger, an' the provisions in the market-basket, an' hobbled along like a paydistrian at a walkin' match. They had been thravelin' for some time, whin who should happen along but Mike Lanigan, the hedge schoolmaster. V hin Kitty sec him, she siz to the Little Man: "Here 's that interfarin' blatherskite, Mike Lanigan, a-comin'. For fear he '11 be obisrvin' ye, I '11 jist drop ye intil the bag," siz she. An" widout aven a "by yer l ave" or an "axin' yer pardon," she dropped him in, keepin' all the time a sharp holt on the mouth ay the sack. "Good mornin', Misthress Flynn," siz Mike, wid an illigant flourish. "Mornin'," aiz she, shortly, for she ached to (t rid av him. "Pax taycum," siz he, purlitely. for he wor a very edicated gintleman, an' so l'arned that he aven used to dhrame in the dead languages. "What packs o' tay come?" siz she. "I niver ordhered anny, an' whoiver siz I did 's an imposthor, an' I won't take 'em!" "Ye miscomprehind me, ma'am," s1z he, wid a wave ay his hand. " 'T is a cotation from the ancient Latin, an' it manei. Pace be wid ye." siz he. Troth. I d a dale rather that p'ace 'd be wid me." siz she. "than Mike Lanigan or anny sich jabberin' haverilL" siz she. "Ye re complimenthary. ma'am." sis he, for he wor n't aisy to orhnd. "An' what have ye in yer sack, (f I majr make o bodd?" siz he. 0mA lig ay pork," siz she "T ii i lively lig." siz he, for he see the Little Man s-scjuirmin' in the sack, "an' would make the fortin ay a race-horse' av he could match it" "I mint a tackin' pig." i she. "Is it dhressedr siz he. T is alive," siz she. "Where may ye be taken it?" siz he. "Home," siz she. Tke Transmigration, op JhTl v n. . - 1;-., ,. m Mr w f - - Xjt ft" 1 L ONG, long time ago, an ancient Hindu myth relates, there lived two pretty orphan sisters,' who had infutnously supported themselves by spinning since the death of their parents. The elder sister w named Gunga; and as ih was the handsomer. he was rsther vain, and spent more money on dressing herself than wa needed by her younger and patient sister Anunda. One evening, as they were sitting spinning at their eottiae door, and regretting that none of the yillafe young men came to pay them attrition, because they were poor, tmo fine younjj iarm-labore rs passed their way. and asked for a drink of water. Gor.ga sat and COPYRIGHT T TMC CKftTURY COMPANY me own turf all over the trisure field, an' 't will cost children grew to young maidens there were many offers 1. . : 1 .... .4 . . ' . r : . i c:. . i . i . l vi marriage lor ine prcuy iia, wnu was iuue ricn; but none for her cousin Rami. This maddened Gunga, who got up, one night, and cut down the tree. Her husband was very angry, but as it could not be helped, there was nothing for it but to use the wqod to feed the fire. Sita managed to save one cluster of green leavet from the tree, and this she bound up with a beautiful bunch of flowers, and, sorrowing, cast it into the river as an offering to the god Krishna. The god pitted her devotion, and as the flowers floated down the stream a voice called to her : "Return to-morrow." Now she knew that this was no mortal voice whifch spoke to her; so the next day she returned and cast another offering of flowers upon the stream; and before they touched the water, a hand rose oat : of the river and grasped them. When this disappeared Sita perceived a lotus-flower floating on the stream auch a flower as never was seen before, for it shone like the moon and sparkled as the stars. The girl then knew that the gods had helped her again to recover her mother in another form; for when she entered the stream the glorious flower approached her and rested on her shoulder, where it spoke sweet, motherly words to her. The fame of the flower went into all the country, and thousands came to see it; but no one except Anunda's child could approach it, for when any one else tried to touch it, it closed its leaves and vanished under water. But Gunga was happy, because there were no more suitors for her niece, now that the mango-tree was dead. At last the Prince heard of the wondrous flower, and came to the river to see it. He sent in his servant to pluck it but in vain. The whole army went after it, but none of thtm could even touch the lotus. At last the Prince said: "I will make any man my vizr, who can gather that enchanted timer; if a woman; plucks it, I will give her a handsome dowry; and if a maiden brings it to ire, I will make her my wife.' So Sita covered herselt troni head to foot in a veil, and walked up to her waist into the river. The flower immediately shone brighter then ever, and approached ' the girl in the water. When the soldiers saw it approaching, they rushed in to gather it; but it again receded, until the Prince ordered them to come out and to leave the veiled woman alone In another minute the flower w as in her hand, and she, still yeiled, Stepped Out of the river and offered the lotus to the Prince. He took the flower, and as he did so he raised her veil, exclaiming "Here is a blossom still more beauti ful than the enchanted lotus!" Then he married the maiden, and they placed the flower in a golden vase on a bracket between their thrones, and there the flower bloomed e'1 their haffy lives. Sita. the Pr'ncess, did not punish her cruel Au-f Gungs, because ot hfr own affection for her on ls and for her little cousin; but she f tbra a esi-i and sent them to live on a fertile island, so that Curs a ' should not come near to hart her. The Princ took good care of her father, t i when her eldest son r to be twenty yeart c!i, r piously performed tht obsequies cf the old man, wv. 1 died at that thwe And if yon look at the carved rrory thrri h t' palaces of Travaneore, yoe can e bow th r?r lotus is care4 on them all. which shws tvt t wonderful siry has been believed for nury ytft the land of ilindastaa. talked to the young men, while Anunda fetchec! fhera some fresh milk in a lota, or cup. - The vourg fellows admired the girls very much, and told them they were traveling in -search of work, Then the sisters told them the Rajah wanted gardeners for his orchard, on which the men replied: "If we obtain that employment through your kindness, we shall come a-courtir.g you, for it is km since we.havt met maidens so beautiful and so kind." The Rajth enraerd them both; and as they were excellent gardeners, he soon gave them good wages, and then they lost no time marryirg the two pretty orphans. r
