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P of Gold
FRED. D. 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.
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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
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me own turf all over the trisure field, an' 't will cost children grew to young maidens there were many offers
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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.
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