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BY THE DUCHESS,
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CHAPTER II.
The ovcntful Friday at length ar
rived, and with It the unwelcome
Youngcs. They came by the late train,
which enabled them to reach King's
Abbott JUBt one hour before the dinner
bell rang, and so gnvo them sufficient
time to dress. Sir George met them
warmly, feeling Borne old, half-forgotten
sensations cropping up within his
lieart as ho grasped between his own
hands tho hard, brown ono of his el
devant school friend. Tho old man
ho now met, however, waa widely dlf
Jrjnt from the fnlr-halred boy and
lliht active youth he could Just barely
remember both at Eton and Oxford.
Indeed, Mr. Younge. oddly enough, did
strangely resemble tho fanciful picture
drawn of him by Miss Trevanlon, be
ing fat. "pursy." Jolly, and altogether
decidedly after the style of tho farm
ing gentry.
But, however right about him, Miss
Trevatiton's prognostications with re
gard to the others were entirely wrong.
Mrs, Younge, far from being fut, red
and cooldsh, was remarkably slight,
fragile, and very lady-like In appear
ance. Her daughter. Miss iiuciiei, re
sembled her mother strongly, though
lacking her gentle expression and the
quiet air of self-possession that sat so
pleasantly on her.
Hut in her description of Denzll Miss
frevnnlon had been very much at
fault Indeed. Any one more unlike a
"boor" could not bo well Imagined.
Denzll Younge was a very handnome
young man. Tall, fair and distin
guished looking, with just tho faintest
rKHomlilniien to his mother, he might
have taken his place with honor In
any society In Christendom. He wore
neither beard nor whiskers, simply a
heavy, goldon mustache, which cov
ered, but scarcely concealed, the almost
feminine sweetness of his mouth.
Miss Ticvanlon, having made up her
mind that there would be plenty of
time Just before dinner to gel through
tho Introductions, stayed in her own
room until exactly live minutes to
seven o'clock, the usual hour for din
ing at King's Abbott, when she swept
downstairs and Into tho drawing room
in her beautiful, graceful fashion, clad
in pure white from head to foot, with
the exception of a single scarlet rose,
fresh from the conservatory, In the
miri.iio nt hor Koldcn hair. And cer
tainly Mildred looked as exquisite a
creature that evening, as she walked
up the long drawing room to where
her father was standing, as any one
could wish to see.
"This is my eldest daughter unmar
ried," said Sir George, evidently with
great pride, taking tho girl's hand and
presenting her to his guest, who had
been gazing at her with open, honest
admiration ever since her entrance.
la it iniippd?" the old man nn-
swered; and then he met her with both
hands extended, nnd, looking kindly
at her, declared out loud, for tho bene
fit of tho assembled company, "She Is
tho bonniest lass I have seen for many
a day."
At this Mabel laughed out loud, mer
rily, without even an attempt at the
concealmont of her amusement, to
Lady Caroline's Intense horror and old
vnnnun'H lntenso delight. Ho turned
to Mabel Instantly.
"You like to hear your sister ad
mired?" he said.
And Mabel answered:
"Yes, always, when the admiration
is slncore as in your case because I,
too, think she Is the bonniest lass In
all the world."
"Right, right!" cried old Youngo,
approvingly; and these two becnm
friends on tho spot, tho girl chatter
inc to him pleasantly tho greater part
of tho evening afterward, although tho
old man's eyes followed Mildred's rath
er haughty movements with more
earnest attention than ho bestowed
upon those of hor more light-hearted
sister.
Miss Trevanlon, when Mr. Youngo
had called her a "bonny lass," merely
flushed a llttlo nnd flashed a quick
glanrn toward her mothor which said
plainly, "There, did I not tell you ho
Yorkshire farmer, pure and simple,
nnd all that?" and moved on to be
Introduced to the other members of
the unwelcome family. She could not
forget, oven for a moment, how In
trusive their visit was, and how un
pleasant In every sense of tho word.
She was only three or four years Ma
bel's senior, but in mind and feeling
did Miss Trevanlon think It worth her
while to look up and discover what
style of mnn sat bcaldc her. Glancing
then suddenly and superciliously at
him, she found that ho was the very
handsomest fellow she had over mob
well-bred looking, too, and, in ap
pearance at least, just such a ono as
she hnd been accustomed to go down to
dinner with even In tho very best
houses.
He was staring across tho table now
to where Mabel sat, laughing nnd con
versing merrily with old Younge, nnd
seemed slightly amused with the girl's
gayety. Was he going to fall In lovo
with Mab? Very likely, she thought.
It would lw Just tho very thing for an
aspiring cotton man to do to go and
lose his heart ambitiously to their
beautiful "queen."
Then Denzll turned to hor nnd said:
"You were not In town this Beason,
Miss Trevanlon?"
"No; mamma, did not care to go,"
she answered, reddening a little nt tlm
pious fib.
"1 do not think you missed much,"
Denzll went on, pleasantly; "It was the
slowest thing Imaginable; and tho op
eras were very poor. You are fond of
music, of course? I need hardly ask
you that."
"1 like good music, when I hear It,"
Miss Trevanlon said; "but I would
ralher be deaf to all sweet sounds than
to have to listen to the usual run of
so-called singers private singer's, I
mean."
"One docs now and then hear a good
prlvnte singer, though." Denzll re
turned. "There were several In town
last year."
"Lady Constance Dingwall was
greatly spoken of," Mildred said; "I
have heard her sing several times."
"So have I, and admire her voice Im
mensely; her pet song this season waa
Sullivan's 'Looking Hack,' and It suited
her wonderfully. Lots of fellows
raved about her. nnd old Douglas of
the Ulucs was said to hnvo proposed
to her on the strength of It. Sho re
fused him, however. Odd man, Doug
las; you know him, of course every
body does. He Is slightly crazy, I
fancy. Uy the bye, you have not told
me what you think of Lady Constanco's
hinging."
"I would quite as soon listen to a
barrel-organ, I think," Miss Trevan
lon answered, ungraciously; "there Is
Just as much expression In one ns In
the other. She has good nots. I grant
you, but she does not know in tho
very least how to use them."
"Poor Lndy Constance," he said;
"well, I am not a Judge of music, I
confess, but for my part 1 would go
any distance to hear her sing. Her
brother has managed about thnt ap
pointment I suppose you know?"
"Hns he? I am glad of thnt. No,
I have not heard. Hut what a disa
greeable man he Is! What a comfort
It must be to his friends or relatives,
rather to get him out of the coun
try!" "Is not that a little severe?" asked
Denzll. "Poor James has an unfortu-
nnto way of not getting on with peo
ple, but 1 put that down more to tho
wretchedness of his early training than
to his natural disposition, which I be
lieve to be good, though warped and
injured by his peculiar position when a
boy. It was lucky for Lady Coustanco
that the countess adopted her. May I
glvo you some of these?"
"No, thank you," Mildred answered,
nnd then fell to wondering by whnt
right this cotton merchant's son called
Lord James Dingwall by his Christian
name "James." Sho again recollect
ed that "this fcorl of person" generally
boasted outrageously about any Intim
acy with tho arlstocrncy. Miss Tre
vanlon's "hearings" upon this subject
had been numorous nnd profound.
"I think Lord James a very unpleas
ant man," she said, feeling curious to
learn how much more Denzll Younge
had to say about him.
"Most ladles do," her companion an
swered, coolly; "but then I do not con
sider ladles always the best Judges.
They form their Ideas from the out
ward man genornlly, which In many
cases prevents fairness. Unless tho
person on trial he a lover or a relative,
they seldom do him the Justice to look
within. You think Dingwall very ob
noxious because he has red hair and
rough manners, and yet I have known
him to do acts of kindness which most
men would have shrunk from perform-
Was sho really na worthiest! as she
declared herself to be? Could those
handsome, cold blue eyes and faultless
features never soften Into tenderness
and womanly fcellng7
He qulto forgot how earnestly ho was
gazing until Mli Trovnnlon raised hor
cyca, nnd meeting his stendy stare,
blushed warmly angrily. Ho recol
lected himself then, nnd the ndmlrntloa
hla look must havo conveyed, and coin
orcd almost as deoply as she had.
"I beg your pardon," ho said, quiet
ly; "do not think mo rudo, but I am
strangely forgetful at times, and mi
Just then wondering whethor you real
ly meant all you said."
"Do not wonder any longer then,"
she retorted, still resenting tho expres
sion of his eyes, "ns I did perfectly
mean what I said. I detest with all
my heart lioors and Ill-bred people,
and parvenus, and want of 'birth gen
erally." And then Indy Carollno mndo tho
usual mystorlous sign, and thoy nil
rose to leave the room, nnd Miss Tre
vanlon becamo conscious thnt she had
made n cruelly rude speech.
Sho felt rather guilty and disinclined
for conversation when she had reached
the drawing room; so she snt down
and tried to find excuses for hor con
duct In tho remembrance of that last
unwarrantable glnnco ho hnd bo-
stowed upon her. A mnn should bo
taught mnniiora If he did not posses
them; nnd the Idea of his .turning de
liberately to stare nt her Mildred
Trevanlon publicly, was more than
any woman could endure. So she ar
gued, endeavoring to persundo her con
sciencebut unsuccessfully that hor
uncoiirteous remark had been Justly
provoked, anil then Mabel camo over
and sat down beside her.
"I liked your man at dinner very
much," sho said; "nt least what I
could see of him."
"He seemed to like you very much,
at nil events." Mildred returned; "he
watched your retreating figure Just
now as though he had never before
seen n pretty girl or a white-worked
grenadine."
"He Is nwfully handsome," went on
Mabel, who always Indulged In tho
strongest terms of speech.
"He Is good-looking."
"More than that; ho Is as rich ns
Croesus, 1 am told."
"What a good thing for the young
woman who gets hlm." Miss Trevanlon
remarked, and smiled down a yawn
very happily Indeed.
"Look here, Mildred; you may Just
as well begin by being civil to him,"
counseled Mabel, wisely, "because, as
ho Is going to inhabit the same house
as yoursolf for tho next six weeks or
so, It will be better for you to put
up with him quietly. You were look
ing nil through dinner as though you
were bored to death and, after all,
what good can thnt do?"
"I iather think yon will havo the
doing of the civility," observed Miss
Trevanlon, "as he Is evidently greatly
struck by your numerous churms."
"I shouldn't mind it In tho least, If
ho can talk plenty of nonsense, nnd
look ns ho looked at dinner," Mabol
returned. "Thero Is always something
so Interesting nbout a superlatively
rich man, don't you think?"
"Not when tho rich niun owns to
cotton."
"Why not? Cotton is a nice clean
thing. I should fancy; and nionoy is
money, however procured. I am a thor
oughly unbiased person, thank henven,
and a warm admirer of honest Industry."
"You had better marry Mr. Youngo,
then, and you will be able to admire
tho fruits of It from this day until
your denth," Mildred said.
"Not nt all a bad Idea," returned
"the queen;" "thanks for the sugges
tion. I shall certainly think about It.
If I like him sufficiently well on a
nearer acquaintance, and If ho Is good
enough to ask me, I will positively go
and help hlm to squander that cotton
money."
(To he continued.) ,
MAGGIE
DARJLIN'
St. Patrick's
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Uy EUllh Session Tippr ;)
SijS04X5SsviX9ti
white-robed novices, lie smelled the
Incense, ho heard the roll of the organ,
"Gee, Tom's In luck!" said Urry
Finn, ns ho wntehed two of the pret
tiest girls In the ward sail by the on
glno house nnd give Tom Urcunan, tho
handsomest fireman of hook and lad
der compnny No. a perfect fusllado
of eye adoration.
"To the dlvll wld Tom," said Doolry
Ilrynn, shrugging his brawny shoulders
In downrlnht dlscuM. "He don't he
human. What alls hlm 01 duuno. All
the gurrlla In the parish crazy over
his dommed black eyes, an' he not no
tlcln thlm. lledad. Uirry, 01 cud
knock his head off for a stluipld, on-
feelln', graven Image."'
"Wns ho always so"" Inquired Larry.
"Ho was," returned Dooley, "Ivor
jlnco Mugglt Hnrilgan luk the veil."
"Oho!" said Larry.
"They were engaged," said Dooley.
enrnpturod with himself as a gossip,
"whin Magglo got the vocation. It
wns near klllln' Tom. Hut uv course
"ie couldn't do nothln'."
"He couldn't?" said Uirry. "Why
lldn't he carry her off?"
"Murthor' fot do ye be sayln'? 'Tin
fill
IMcturctqun Old 1'aitle.
Tourists who wish to seo tho castle
which Victor Chcrhullez, tho famous
French academlclnn, has pictured In
ono of the most popular novels, "Paulo
Mere," ought to visit Fossnrd. An elec
tric train runs from Geneva to Chene.
Thcnco It Is only a few minutes' walk
through a shady lane to the Chateau
des Terreaux, situated on the border of
the llttlo river which separates Switzer
land from France. The old building la
highly picturesque. Nothing has been
changed since tho celebrated author
wroto the description. At sunset tho
mountain Is a mass of changing color,
and visitors uro subject to a spoil
which will prevent them from over for
getting the llttlo hamlet of Fossnrd nnd
Its castle. Philip Jamln In Chicago
Record.
"THE CHILD FIRST. TOM."
the brldo of heaven sho Is. It's
ashamed of you 01 urn. ye baste. No.
Door Tom had to submit, but he's
nlvvor been tho same. 01 suppose
now," concluded Mr. Bryan, medita
tively, "If one of thlm mimbers nv
the Four Hunderred were to como by
and give Tom the glial eye ho'tl nlvvor
Incourage her. 'Tls sthrnngo thot the
nuts alius fall to the toothless divllB."
With which sage observation Mr.
Uryan betook himself to the burnish
ing of a hoso cart as u relief to his
overcharged emotions.
All was true. Since the day "Tom"
Hrennan tore hla manly heart out In
bidding nn eternal farewell to tho
beautiful girl who renounced hlm for
her vocation tho big fellow hud never
been tho same.
All women were like shadows to
hlm. He had loved one truly, devot
edly, nnd he had been forced to give
her up to heaven. He could never
lovo another. In vain wcro appealing
and languishing glances sent in the
direction of this superb young speci
men of Irish-American manhood.
"Tom" never noticed women. Ho
simply went nbout his business of sav
ing lives nnd property ns If there were
nothing else in tho universe for a big,
handsome, athletic fellow.
Often, as ho lay in his bunk nt tho
engine house, ns he rode tempestuously
through tho crowded streets, ns ho
fought the flames, he repeated to him
self the lust words ho had said to his
beloved: "I love you, Maggie, darlln'.
I would live for you or I would die for
you, nnd since you bid mo tenr out my
heart, I must do It." ,.i.-'v "
-" rttti,
St. Patrick's anniversary morplng
dawned the very one on which "Tom"
had hoped to lead his sweetheart to
the altar. Ho thought of her as he
roused from his dreams of her sweet
face. Life was over for him, ho said.
He saw again tho crowded church, tho
tho solemn voice of tho priest. He
shivered and, turning, burled his face
In his pillow.
Suddenly the nlarm roused him. He
listened He sprang from his bunk,
and n moment later was down the pole
and In his place on the truck. Ills face
was like tlm fare of the dead. As In
a dream he heard the cry: "Where
Is It 7" nnd tho answer from n dozen
lusty throats: "The convent!"
The convent and the Orphans Home
adjoining were ablaze. It was evident
at a glance that the buildings were
doomed. The main bupliioM was to
save the sWters and the children.
The bravery of the nuns and their
proteges w.is only second to that of
the magnificent fellows who fought for
the lives of thee helpless people. Ev
eryone recalls the amazing fortitude
and courage displayed at this frightful
hour. The children had been drilled
for Just such a moment of peril, nnd
nobly did they now obey their In
structors. Such deeds of heroism as
were done that bitter morning are
never lost Their memory remains ah
an eternal Inspiration.
"Tom" Hiennan thrust a ladder up
to a window of the dormitory Just be
neath the huge glided cross that sur
mounted the roof of the convent.
In this window, seteno, calm. Ihm
lips moving In prner. stood a Hweot
faced sister, holding In her arms u
tiny crippled boy. So symbolic was the
attitude of this holy woman that not
one heart In the vast ciowd below
failed to respond.
"It Is Sister Mnry Itentrlco!" moaned
the mother superior. She knelt upon
the hare ground and crowned heiself.
When Tom llrennitn. his face black
"lied with smoke mid his eyes blazing
with heroic excitement, renclieU tin
window. Sister Mnry Beatrice looked
steadfastly at hlm with her old sweet
smile.
He held out his arms.
"The child llrst, Tom." she said, as
she laid the llttlo boy on the broad
hi east of the (Woman.
A mighty shout went up from the
crowd below. All hnd h-ou that sub
lime net. All realized what It meant.
A dozen hnnds received the child nnd
Tom Hrennnn turned back up the lad
der.
lie lifted Sister Mary Heatrlce from
the window.
For one Instunt ho held her on his
heart.
Then as tho frenzied spectators
groaned nnd cursed nnd prayed the
convent walls swayed In.
And nt the foot of the cross Tom
Urcunan died for his "Maggie darlln'."
tho penitence nnd punlnhmont of a ooth
tain knight of King Stephen of Wng
land. Thla knight, Sir Owaln (tho
n n mo Is spelled In mnny ways), seems!
to have been ono of tho most nppnll
Ingly wicked men that ever lived. Ac--coidlng
to the story of Henry, ho en
tered a envo In the tiny Island of
Lough, and there passed through thoi
experlenres of purgatory. The critloj
of folklore may deem tho experiences
of Sir Owaln ns being only the work ot
n vfvlil linnslnntlon or a vision of
fever, which wrought n deep Impros-i
slon upon his soul. Tho circumstan
tial nature of the descriptions, how
ver. Impressed the religious world
profoundly, nnd tho narrative of thai
knight's vision of purgatory piusea
Into other lands. One hundred nndl
twelve years after tho nppoarnncc of
Henry's narrative Dante was born. lrj
'l'S ' inrerno nis ocseripiions oi pur-
gftlory are much the same ns Henry's,
In fstt, It Is Impossible to believe that
tho great Italian poem wns not In
spired lnrgely by the strange, unearth
y nurratlvo ot the monk ot Saltrcy.
The great work which made IuighJ
Derg familiar to the literary world,,
however, was not the poem of Dante.,
hut the drama of tho Spanish poet
Oalderon, entitled "Saint Pntrlck'a!
Purgatory." This was written In IMG,
when the author was !!4 years of ago.i
2)
I A Famous Irish SHrlne
Away up In tho north of Ireland, In
County Donegal, Is Lough Derg which
contains by far the oldest anil most
famous shrine of all the laud of Erin.
Foi centiules untold It hiw been the
iecoit of pilgrims, nnd every year,
from June 1 to August 15, It Is
thronged with penitents.
Tho lough, or lake, Is six miles In
length and four In breadth. It contains
several small Islands, two of which
uro known respectively as Saints' Is
land and Station Island. The scenery
for many miles nround Is neither beau
tiful nor is It foi bidding. It is simply
dreary inexpressibly dreary. There
uro no trees, no broken or graceful
hills, but only slopes of desolate, un
relieved moorland.
t ...r-TTr
This unpromising spot attracted the
attention of tho British world In tho
middle of the twelfth c.ontury, when
one Henry, n Benedictine monk of tho
Abbey of Sultroy, In Huntingdonshire,
wrote n marvelous book descrclblng
1 Qratfc oi $. Pa-Trick f
sho might so to speak, havo boon her lug. In tho same way you would con
mother When sho remembered how fclder n fellow down near us the groat
u.i.iio, nhmv. rnnnlred money, and I est boor you over met In your life. I
w,iiiin niwavs renulred money, and
how difficult they found It to send
Charles regularly his allowance nnd
still to keep up tho old respectable ap
pearance In the county, sho almost
hated the newcomers for the expenses
their coming would ontnll.
Miss Trevanlon raised her head half
an Inch higlior. and went through her
Inclinations to tho others with a mix
ture of grnco nnd extreme hauteur that
made her appear oven more than com
monly lovely, nnd caused Denzll
Younge to lose his place In the lan
guid conversation ho hnd been holding
with Eddlo Trevanlon. Sho had not
so much aB deigned to rnlso her eyes
when bowing to him, so ne nau ueen
fully at liberty to make free uso of his
own. and ho decided, without hesita
tion, that nothing in tho wide enrth
could bo more exquUlto than tlih girl
who he could not fail to seo troated
them all with open coolness.
Ho took her In to dinner presently,
but not until soup had beon removed
daro say, becauso ho has nothing to
recommend hlm but his Innnto good
ness of heart."
"I daro say," responded Miss Tre
vanlon. "Hut would you not bo civil to n
man whom you know to be boyond
expression estlmablo, If only for tho
sake of his goodness, no matter how
rough a diamond he might bo?" asked
Denzll Younge, feeling somewhat eager
in his argument, and turning slightly,
so as more to face his adversary.
"Surely you would; any woman most
women would, 1 fancy. One could not
fnll to appreciate the man I spoak ot."
"I might nppreclate him nt a dis
tance," Miss Trevanlon returned, ob
stinately, "but I would not bo civil to
him; nnd I should think hlm a boor
Just tho samo, whether he wore a
black shoep or a white."
"Oh!" exclaimed Denzll, and stared
curiously at her beautiful, now rather
bored faco,
Kaittor In tlm Now Century.
In tho century just begun thore will
be 5,217 Sundnys. In that which wo
havo hardly yet learnod to speak of
as last Eastor Sunduy hns occurred
onco on Its earliest posslblo date
March 22, 1818 but this will not re
cur till tho twenty-third century. Tho
earliest Eastor In tho now century will
bo March 23, 1913. Easter Sunday will
fall onco on Its lntcst day April 25,
In 1943. This also occurred onco in
May, but on thr-.-e occasions in tho past
century It occurred in June, and In
tho now century this will happen four
times.
Hem N I lit; urn In IlernillnR.
Tho falls of Niagara cat back tho
cliff at tho rato or bout ono foot n
year. In this way a deep cleft has
been cut right back from Qucenstown
for a distance ot seven miles to tho
plnce where the falls now nre. At this
rate It has taken moro than 35,000
years for tho soven-mllo channel to
lio mndo.
After ages of neglect the traditional
costing plnco of tho remains of Ire
land's patron saint in tho cathedral
graveyard In Downpatrlck has been
covered with a memorlnl stone, n
rough, weather beaten bowldor of
granite, weighing nbout soven tons,
from tho mountain sldo of Sllove-nu-Larglo,
whero It rested at a height of
GOO feet. Upon tho upper surfaco of
this bowlder Is cut an Irish cross,
faithfully reproduced from one cut on
nn cquully rough, unhewn stono found
O'i 'ho Island of lnlsclothran, ono of
tho Islands of Lough Ree, whero St.
Dalrmld founded IiIb famous ecclesi
astical settlement about the middle of
tho sixth century. Under tho cross tho
name "Patrlc" Is cut In Irish clinine
tors copied from tho earliest known
Celtic manuscripts. This simple treat
ment Is considered to bo tho nenrnst
approach to the form of monument
which would havo been constructed
about tho year 4fl9. the supposed dato
of St. Patrick's death.
IHMNS OF THE OLD MONASTERY.
Eight years before n book entitled)
"Tho Life and Purgatory of St. Pat
rick" had been printed In Spain. and
thlH Is what gave tho dramatist ht
materials.
In this day of Spanish study In Am
erica thero Is the beginning of a re
vival of Spanish literature nnd doubt
less Calderon will become more famil
iar to American readers. No other
. . .. In.
iirnmn imin nis pen win pruvu nu -tercstlng
to American readers. Th
author perpetrates an anachronism br
making Sir Owaln (whom ho call
"Enlo") a contemporary of Uio Irish
saint. Otherwise he adheres closely
to tho accepted nccountB of the Uve
of both. In the drama Patrick nnd
Enlo uro both wrecked upon tho Irish,
const and brought befoic tho king
tho former receives only contempt,
while the latter is favored by tho mon
arch. Enlo elopes with nnd murders)
the king's daughter, while Patrick con
verts his hearers to the Christian faith.
Tho Impious king demands an ocular
demonstration of heaven, hell nnd pur
gatory, and enters the envo In tho Islet
of Long Derg, fiom which ho novor
emerges. Enlo, returning to Ireland
(ufter his lllght therefrom) to commit
n murder, is prevented nnd tonneutoii
night after night by n niyBtroloiiH fig
ure, heavily cloaked nnd muflled, with
whom the wicked knight proposes, nt
Inst, to fight. Tho lattor finds, how
ever, thnt his sword only cuts the ulr.
Ho pursues the figure, nnd tears off Its
cloak, only to find a skeloton, while
a spectral voice exclaims; "J, nl(H.
am I-Jsilo, Ifow-doal thou full to rccoga'
nlzo thine own self?" J
After this tho unique adventuro, so
suggestive of the later known Rubalyat
of Khayyam, Enlo Is penitent, and
seeks the Bulnts In tho cavern. On hlB
way ho meets tho king's dnughtor, re
stored to life. Ho enters tho cavern,
from which tho Impenitent nover re
turned. But to tho Joy of all ho again
comes forth purified from all crime,
and l elates tho strango scenes through
which ho bus passed In tho nether
world.
Tho drnmn Is ono of great powor and
of nbsorblng Interest. It will repay a
perusal, oven In tho imperfect transla
tions now to be found in tho market.
It 1b claimed that the original mon
nstery on Saints' Island was erected
by St. Daveog, a disciple of St. Pat
rick. This was destroyed by the
Danes In tho ninth century. In tho
thirteenth century tho Islnnd was al
ready very famous. In 1497 tho plnce
was devastated by order of Pope Alex
ander VI., but It wns restored by order
or Popo Plus III. Twico has tho sanc
tuary been suppressed by law onco in
1032 nnd ugnln In 1704. Howovor, no
law lias been able to lessen tho inter
est In this singularly fascinating spot,
with Its strnngo history and associa
tions. At tho present tlmo about 4,00
people visit Stntlon Island nnnually. It
Is but 130 yards long and sixty broad,
but It contains two chapels, a bell tow
er, a presbytery, a hotel or "hospice"
of sixty bedrooms, and six lodging
JioiiHL'b. Saints' Island, near by, con
tains tho ruins of tho old, old monas
tery, destroyed In 1oj2. Tho cavorn,
likewise, wns destroyed.
Woinim rri'iniiulernto In Norway.
In conscquenco of emigration there
Is u greator propondorunuo of women
In Norway thnn In almost any othor
country In Europe. Tho census ot
1S91 showed that thero was nn excess
of women over men of almost 70,000,
wlillo In 1S7G this oxcesa only amounts
od to 43,000. '
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