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custom of most writers who sail near the bold Terence swaggering down the wind in matters of decency. No Bond Street, with his head thrown man is freer of prudery ; yet the atmo- back, and his hat perched very much sphere of bis characters, whether they on one side, as his habit is when he is do wrong or right, holds no infection. at peace with himself and all the And though the South Seas send us world ; when, in other words, he has these fruits of his restored health
some spare cash in his pocket. Taking they never sent us more welcome mer- this as a happy augury, Dawson acchandise - it is impossible, it would be costed him, and was received with ungracious, to forget that this man for characteristic heartiness. years, during the long uphill labor of
It's a year
at least since I saw ye an art that to him at least did not and where have ye been hiding yourcome instinctively, strove with the self all this time? And when will ye ravages of disease ; and yet never in all dine with me at the club ? Name your that time did he let despondency infect own night, me dear fellow
any night his writings with an unmanly note, nor ye like — would to-night suit ye? At uttered for himself or for humanity the eight sharp ? There'll be half-a-dozen voice of despair.
of us, and all of us friends, and what STEPHEN GWYNN. more could any man want ?"
Dawson excused himself, pleading a previous engagement, and after con
gratulating him ou his recent good forFrom Temple Bar.
tune, asked if it would be convenient A WILD DRIVE IN IRELAND.
for him to settle that little matter of
the outstanding tenner. Terence's jaw SOME of you must surely know Ter- fell, and his whole demeanor underence O'Callaghan, and those of you went a trausformation as sudden and that do will agree with me that we complete as a gorgeous firework when could better spare a better man, as the the combustibles are exhausted. saying is, and join in hoping that his “Me dear fellow, me dear friend, shadow may never grow less. Good- why didu’t ye ask me yesterday? Or natured in every sense of the word, even this morning ?
Then I could humorous, jovial, and hospitable, he have done it for ye; now it's imposrealizes the achievement in which so sible. I parted with the last sovereign many of his compatriots fail, of being no later than ten minutes ago at the as good a fellow as he seems. His top of this very street, and it's on generosity is proverbial ; and if he is tick I'll have to go for the dinner this open to the imputation of occasional night. But ye needn't be afraid I'll reluctance to meet the just demands of forget it, for it's downright sorry I am his creditors, he atones for it by an to disappoint ye, and I thivk I can equal readiness to share his money, promise within a week, or ten days at wlien he is in funds, with any friend the latest, if that'll do
" and shakwho may be in need of it. It was only ing the crestfallen Dawson by the hand, the other day that I heard of a double- be swaggered on down the street. barrelled incident which comically Later in the afternoon Dawson saw illustrates both sides of his character him on the steps of his club, the in this respect.
centre of a group whom he was enterA fr of mine, Dawson by name, taining with some extravagaut sally or having learnt that Terence had landed other, and obviously on the very best a clear £300 over an outsider, thought of terms with himself. A happy init would be a good opportunity to re-spiration struck him : he brushed coup a tenner which he had lent him hastily past, quickly turned, and slot five months before on the assurance the beaning Irishman with, “ Can you that it should be repaid " within ten lend me £10, Terence ?" days at the very latest.” He espied Terence's band was deep in his
pocket on the instant, and pulling out a black books the longest day ye live large roll of notes
so that's a bargain now ?” "Is it a tenner? With all the pleas- I assured him again that, bar sudden ure in life, me dear friend,” he said in death, I should not fail to present mya breath. “Five and five is ten,” self punctually in time for dinner on picking out two £5 notes and thrusting Christmas eve ; and thereupon them into Dawson's hand ; but are parted. ye sure ten'll do? Hadn't ye better make it twenty while ye’re about it? There's plenty more where that came The following 24th December saw from, and shure ye're heartily welcome me on board the Milford and Waterto the half of what I have,”
ford packet, bound for the latter port Dawson thanked him suitably, but en route to the Castle (Cassel) my said a tenner was all he wanted, and friend Terence's residence, which is hurried off before it dawned on Terence situated in a wild part of the county of how he had been tricked into paying Tipperary. I am a bad sailor, and in his debt.
the whole course of a wide and unfor. Well, Terence and I are friends of tunate experience I never remember to many years' standing now, and he has have suffered so dreadfully from seaoften asked me to stay with him at his sickness. Before we left Milford, a place in the old country, but one thing fellow-passenger, an Irish ecclesiastic or another always prevented my avail- of most affable and prepossessing naning myself of his hospitality until this vers, prevailed on me to try an unfailtime last year.
The previous fifth of ing antidote. November, which is the anniversary of “The sea promises to be rough,” he the day on which he first saw the light, said, “but if you do as I advise you, I I had entertained him at dinner; and will guarantee that you'll be no more over our postprandial cigar and whis- seasick thau if it were as smooth as a key and soda, he was so pressing in mill-pond. Just eat a hearty meal, and bis invitation to me to come over and drink with it as much Guinness's stout spend my Christmas at “ The Castle" as ever you can hold. Then you will (pronounced “Cassel”), and so evi- lie down and go asleep, and it's odds dently sincere in his desire that I bụt what when you wake you'll be safe should do so, that I consented.
in Waterford Harbor." “ Then ye'll come on Christmas eve I followed his advice to the letter ; in time for dinner. Ye shall have the but, though I do not doubt that it was heartiest welcome in all Ireland, and given in good faith, it did not turn out ye'll stay over Christmas, and maybe happily for me. True, that very soon till the New Year, which will be better after the meal, which I consumed in still; and I'll give ye a reception that'll strict accordance with my worthy menastonish ye, and the best cock shooting, tor's directions, I succeeded in falling though I say it who shouldn't, that asleep, and on waking found that we ever yo've had iu the whole of your were in smooth water. So far so good, life. There's one wood, which Dan except that I also found that I had a writes me word he'd be scared to go racking headache, which was a feature into for fear of losing an eye with their in the programme that I had not been
So give me your hand ou that; led to expect. But worse remained and ye needn't bother to write or any- behind ; for while I was mentally dething, for I'll be expecting ye and bating which might be the graver evil, counting the hours till ye come. Only seasickness an aggravated head if ye're dead or dying, ye might send ache, I suddenly realized that I had an me a telegram, so that I may know ye ample opportunity of comparing them can't come. But if ye play me false, both, side by side, so to speak, for the me dearest friend, it's not me dear vessel began to pitch, and roll, and friend any longer ye'll be, but in meltoss, and jump, and heave, and wrig
gle, and perform every combination of “I didn't say any one had stolen my those aquatic gymnastics for which the bag," I interposed; “I only said Irish Sea affords such uurivalled facili- “ Did ye, or did ye not tell me your ties. It subsequently trauspired that bag was stolen, or lost, which is the while I slept, the caplain. liad put out, same thing anny way?” and found the weather so bad, that “ I told you that I saw my bag put after some hours he had been obliged into the van at Waterford, and that it's to put back ; and that on my waking he not here now.” was just beginning for the second time " Which bag ?” queried the porter. to attempt to cross to the other side. " If it was in the van, it's in the van Over the remainder of that passage it must be," anuounced the stationwe will, if you please, draw a veil. master, “ unless,” he added, by way of
Arrived at length, a length which afterthought, “ it's been taken out." seemed interminable, at Waterford, I “Shure, that's what I've bin after thought it well to telegraph to my saying to the gintleman meself, and I friend Terence, lest in the excitement tould him that it was meself that took of the festivities of the season he might all the luggage out of the van, and the forget to send his 'bus to meet me at divil a sign of a bag there was in it, Bally logue, the station at which you and that's why he's been saying that I get out for the “ Cassel.” He prides stole bis bag." himself on having an excellent mem- “I have told you a hundred times ory, and the boast, “I never remember " I began, with pardonable irritato have ever forgotten anything in all tion at his persistent misrepresentame life,” is as frequent on his lips as lion. “I'd have ye to kuow, sir, that I've “ 'Deed, an' ye have, and it's five forgotten a dashed sight more about it hundred times too often, and what's than ye ever knew, sir.” Neverthe- more, it's not the truth neither, but far less, I deemed it prudent, if only by from it,” replied the porter, who also excess of precaution, to wire : “ Ar- was fast losing his temper without any rive Ballylogue 4.10. Send 'bus, grey reason that I could sce. pair." In pressing his invitation on Here the station-waster closed the me he had promisel, amongst other in- discussion by saying with an air of ducements, that I should have his 'bus pleased discovery and conviction : and pair of greys to tool me over.
“ Tim, the gintleman 'ull be wantin' “ Ye can come any time ye like," he his bag." had said ; “late or early, ye'll be " That's thrue, sorr,” assented the equally welcome ; and whatever hour porter,“ but it's not here it is." it may be of the day or the night, ye'll "Then,” rejoined his superior, with find my 'bus waiting for ye, and a pair an air of final decision, “the bag must of greys that'll land ye at me door be found.” almost before ye think ye've started.” " But where will it be found, sorr," The distance, he added by the way, queried the porter, 66 when it isn't
a few miles, just a nice dhrive.' there ?" It was dark when I reached Bally- At this juncture I descried an object logue, and on running my eye over my on the opposite platform, which, as paraphernalia I missed the Gladstone well as I could make out in the dim bag which I had myself seen put into light, resembled nıy missing bag, and I the van at Waterford. I was arguing mentioned the fact to the two officials. the matter with the porter, when the “It's not your bag that is at all," station-master came up and asked what was the porter's answer, the trouble was about.
that thrunk on that platform meself.” “ Shure, it's this gintleman who “ Your bag cannot be on that platowns all this luggage," said the porter, form, sorr," observed the station-mas" that sez the blackgyards have stolen ter," for it's the wrong platform it'ud bis bag on him.”
be, and you coming from Waterford.” LIVING AGE.
6 for I put
you would kindly bring it here, of ignoravce, for he assured me it was we might see,” I wildly suggested. months since he had seen
even the “And how could I be thormentin' sign of a 'bus ju them parts.”. other people's luggage?” asked the My position was now uncomfortable, porter, adding by way of clincher, in the extreme. The vight had fallen, more be token' at this time o' night it was very dark, chill, and blustering,
and it had begun to rain. Clearly I “ Your bag cannot be on that plat- should have a disagreeable drive of it, form," said the station-master, and he and my friend Terence of the unim-.. walked away, having apparently ex- peachable memory having forgotten for hausted the subject to his own satis- some reason or other, the excellence of faction, and shut himself into his which. I kuew he would not have the
slightest difficulty in demonstrating by Fearful of keeping the pair of greys and by, to send his 'bus, I should have standing longer, I crossed the line my- to fall back on some local vehicle, self, found, as I had expected, that the which as likely as not would prove to : object on the other side was my Glad- be no better thau an outside car. My stone bag, aud returned with it in my experience of the Irislı Sea had not hand.
done much to fit me for a drenching on “This is my bag,” I said to the a bitterly cold vight; and altogether porter in a tone of studied moderation, my feelings towards the magnificent " and now if you will bring the luggage Terence were anything but charitable. along, we will go to the 'bus."
66 And how on earth am I to get on, “It's not a bag at all,” was his reply, as the 'bus hasn't come ?" I asked the “it's a thruuk, and if ye'd asked for station-master, who, now that I was in your thruuk I'd liev kuown, and ye a difficulty for which his department could hev had it at onst — and what could in no wise be held responsible, 'bus 'ud ye be plased to be going to ?” had begun to assume a much more .
“Isn't there a 'bus waiting for me friendly attitude, and to take a personal, here outside ? A 'bus with a pair of interest in my movements. greys, belonging to Mr. O'Callaghan of “Indade, thin, yer honor, it's meself the Castle ? »
that doesn't know,
honor 6. Tlie sorra a 'bus I've seen for a walks."? fortniglit or more nor a pair of grey " And how far may it be to the harses rayther, if that's what ye mane. Castle ?” Ye're shure,” he went on with a “The Cassel, the Cassel - indade, I twinkle, “it's a 'bus ye do mane this hardly know, not rightly, an’ I wouldn't time?" My misdescription of my bag like to be desaving yer honor. Tim,
. evidently still raukled in his mind; a low far would the Cassel be, now? man who could call a Gladstone bag a Isn't it right the other side of Rathbag might obviously, in his opinion, be war-ra ?” guilty of misusing even such a plain “ 'Deed, and it is, whichever side ye word as 'bus. “If it's a 'bus, maybe goes to it,” was the enigmatic reply, Mr. Murphy ”
” (the station - master) and four sound miles beyant, and an" will know ; I'll go an’ ask him ; if other mile up the lane to the back of anny one will have it, it's himself," he that.” added with that proneness, so common “ Then, yer honor, the Cassel is not amongst Irishmen of his class, and one yard less than fourteen miles, and generally so wholly unwarranted by most of thim long ones, from this very fact, to invest third parties with desir- spot.” able or convenient attributes. But it “ Then I can't possibly walk it. proved on 'inquiry that Mr. Murphy Can't I hire a trap of some sort here ? knew no more about the 'bus than his A car, or a conveyance of any kind ? ' subordinate ; indeed, he even outran 66 'Deed, then, yer honor, I'd be that functionary in his negative wealth afraid that's what ye cannot do ; there
did used to be kyars and coaches and again soon enough," was the ambiguivery sort of convayniance, but that ous rejoinder ; “uiver fear but Dan was before the railroad came, bad luck knows how to manage him — he'll jist to it!"
let him run to the fut of the hill, and Here the porter, who, like the good- there he'll turn him, unless the reins humored fellow he was when he wasn't break, and then he'll go all quiet and in the wrong, and consequently angry, aisy into the ditch.” had by this time forgiven me for his A very cheering description of a own blunder and for what I had never thoroughly safe horse and driver ! I. said, suggested that possibly Dan Lo- was half wishing that the reins might gau might come to the rescue.
break, and the whole concern be landed “ He has but the one harse,” ob- “ quiet and aisy" in the ditch, so as jected the station-master, “ an' hic was to prevent my entrusting myself to a way yisterday at Cock-na-luisl, and at its tender mercies, when the performLarry Hogan's wake all the night, and ance of a few minutes before was rehe didn't git home till this afthernoon, peated in the reverse direction, with and it's tired he'll be, an' his baste the exception that this time the driver too, if not dbrunk. Anyhow, he'd be succeeded in pulling up opposite the wantin' good pay for the job.”
station. " Well, it's aisy to run an’ ask him,” “ Bedad, that's the way to do it, yer. said the now friendly porter, and suit- honor,” cried Dan Logan, as he half ing the action to the word, lisappeared jumped, half rolled on to the ground; at a run in the darkness.
" and it's yerself that'll be wantin' to After about a quarter of an hour ago to the Cassel ?” wild “hurroosh" was heard in the dis
“ Ye-es," I answered, with no retance ; this was succeeded by the noise sponding enthusiasm,
think of horse's feet clattering in most irreg- your horse can take me so far.” ular cadence, and then there emerged “Is it my harse ? Av'why wouldn't from the gloom a very high, cadaver- he, when he knows ivery inch of the ous, cock-throppled white horse, with way? Shure there isn't a hill between a very low outside car bumping and this and there that he hasn't galloped jumping behind him, on one side of down many and many's the time.” which Tim was crouching, while the I looked at the brute's fore legs, and . driver, on the other, held on by the if I know anything about a horse's reins and stamped his feet on the foot- legs, it would be difficult to find an board. With a rush which all but animal whom it more urgently beloved ended in a fall, they flashed past the to take heed unto his ways; which side of the station, and were lost in the was perhaps the reason why he carried night almost as soon as they had ap- his head like a giraffe, and persistently peared.
stared at the stars. Assuredly the in“ That's a wonderful barse," ob- ability mentioned by Mr. Murphy, to served the station-master, by way of see which way he was going, was not explaining this manæuvre ; “his owner confined to the onlookers. wouldu't have called the lord-listinant “Ye’ll not be findin' any fault wi' his cousin when he was young – he that harse ? ” his driver went on, as I was the most illigant canal-lepper that remained silent. “Maybe yer honor'll iver was dropped, and sorra one be thinkin' he hasn't bone enouglı ?” could see which way he went in the “ More bone than blood perhaps,” I steeplechases."
suggested, in the weak hope of raising It occurred to me that there was a myself in his estimation by impressing similar difficulty now that he was en- him with my knowledge of horseflesh. gaged in the humbler role of drawing “Is it blood, ye mane?” he almost a car, and I said something to that screamed. “Well, then, I'll tell ye effect.
what it is. That's the bloodiest harse “Oh! yer honor'll see him backlin all Oireland. Il's clane thorough