929 "The grave-yard was a forlorn and barren spot on the hill-side, just the hither side of the fort: thirty or forty rough head-stones, few of which retained any semblance of the perpendicular, while many were so shattered and decayed as to seem nothing more than irregular natural projections from the ground. Who the black woman might be I knew not, and did not stay to inquire. I had never been subject to ghostly apprehensions, and as a matter of fact, though the path I had to follow was in places very bad go ed; many of the remainder are standing empty. All the people are poor, most of them abjectly so; they saunter about with bare feet and uncovered heads, the women in quaint black or dark blue cloaks, the men in such anomalous attire as only an Irishman knows how to get together, the children half naked. The only comfortable-looking people are the monks and the For priests, and the soldiers in the fort. there is a fort there, constructed on the huge ruins of one which may have done duty in the reign of Edward the Black Prince, or earlier, in whose mossy embra-ing, not to mention a hap-hazard scramsures are mounted a couple of cannon, which occasionally sent a practice-shot or two at the cliff on the other side of the harbor. The garrison consists of a dozen men and three or four officers and non-at the fort, and found no reason to regret commissioned officers. I suppose they are relieved occasionally, but those I saw seemed to have become component parts of their surroundings. I put up at a wonderful little old inn, the only one in the place, and took my meals in a dining-saloon fifteen feet by nine, with a portrait of George I. (a print varnished to preserve it) hanging over the mantel-piece. On the second evening after dinner a young gentleman came in -the dining-saloon being public property, of course and ordered some bread and cheese and a bottle of Dublin stout. We presently fell into talk; he turned out to be an officer from the fort, Lieutenant O'Connor, and a fine young specimen of After telling the Irish soldier he was. me all he knew about the town, the surrounding country, his friends, and himself, he intimated a readiness to sympathize with whatever tale I might choose to pour into his ear; and I had pleasure in trying to rival his own outspokenness. We became excellent friends; we had up a half-pint of Kinahan's whiskey, and the lieutenant expressed himself in terms of high praise of my countrymen, my country, and my own particular cigars. When it became time for him to depart I accompanied him for there was a splendid moon abroad-and bade him farewell at the fort entrance, having promised to come over the next day and make the ac'And quaintance of the other fellows. mind your eye, now, going back, my dear boy,' he called out, as I turned my face homeward. 'Sure 'tis a spooky place, that grave-yard, and you'll as likely meet the black woman there as anywhere else!' | ble over a ruined bridge that covered a deep-lying brook, I reached my inn without any adventure whatever. "The next day I kept my appointment it; and my friendly sentiments were abun- "I wish you could have been at that dinner with me! It was the essence of Irish good-fellowship. Dr. Dudeen was in great force; the major was better than the best of Lever's novels; the lieutenant was overflowing with hearty good-humor, merry chaff, and sentimental rhapsodies anent this or the other pretty girl of the neighborhood. For my part I made the banjo ring as it had never rung before, and the others joined in the chorus with a mellow strength of lungs such as you don't often hear outside of Ireland. Among the stories that Dr. Dudeen regaled us with was one about the Kern of Querin and his wife, Ethelind Fionguala― which being interpreted signifies the white-shoulder- | good state of preservation, and I thereed.' The lady, it appears, was originally fore ascribed it rather to the roughness of betrothed to one O'Connor (here the lieu- the road than to the smoothness of the tenant smacked his lips), but was stolen liquor, when, after advancing a few rods, away on the wedding night by a party of I stumbled and fell. As I picked myself vampires, who, it would seem, were at up I fancied I had heard a laugh, and that period a prominent feature among supposed that the lieutenant, who had acthe troubles of Ireland. But as they were companied me to the gate, was making bearing her along-she being unconscious merry over my mishap; but on looking -to that supper where she was not to eat round I saw that the gate was closed and but to be eaten, the young Kern of Querin, no one was visible. The laugh, morewho happened to be out duck-shooting, over, had seemed to be close at hand, and met the party, and emptied his gun at even to be pitched in a key that was rathit. The vampires fled, and the Kern car- er feminine than masculine. Of course I ried the fair lady, still in a state of insen- must have been deceived; nobody was sibility to his house. And by the same near me: my imagination had played me token, Mr. Keningale,' observed the doc- a trick, or else there was more truth than tor, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, poetry in the tradition that Halloween is 'ye're after passing that very house on the carnival-time of disembodied spirits. your way here. The one with the dark It did not occur to me at the time that a archway underneath it, and the big mull- stumble is held by the superstitious Irish ioned window at the corner, ye recollect, to be an evil omen, and had I rememberhanging over the street, as I might say-ed it it would only have been to laugh at "Go 'long wid the house, Dr. Dudeen, dear,' interrupted the lieutenant; sure can't you see we're all dyin' to know what happened to sweet Miss Fionguala, God be good to her, when I was after getting her safe upstairs—' “Faith, then, I can tell ye that my-recognize it; I could have sworn (except I self, Mr. O'Connor,' exclaimed the major, imparting a rotary motion to the remnants of whiskey in his tumbler. "Tis a question to be solved on general principles, as Colonel O'Halloran said that time he was asked what he'd do if he'd been the Dook o' Wellington, and the Prussians hadn't come up in the nick o' time at Waterloo. Faith,' says the colonel, 'I'll tell ye-' ་ "Arrah, then, major, why would ye be interruptin' the doctor, and Mr. Keningale there lettin' his glass stay empty till he hears The Lord save us! the bottle's empty!' it. At all events, I was physically none the worse for my tumble, and I resumed my way immediately. "But the path was singularly difficult to find, or rather the path I was following did not seem to be the right one. I did not knew the contrary) that I had never seen it before. The moon had risen, though her light was as yet obscured by clouds, but neither my immediate surroundings nor the general aspect of the region appeared familiar. Dark, silent hill-sides mounted up on either hand, and the road, for the most part, plunged downward, as if to conduct me into the bowels of the earth. The place was alive with strange echoes, so that at times I seemed to be walking through the midst of muttering voices and mysterious whispers, and a wild, faint sound of laughter seemed ever and anon to reverberate among the passes of the hills. Currents of colder air sighing up through narrow defiles and dark crevices touched my face as with airy fingers. A certain feeling of anxiety and insecurity began to take possession of me, though there was no definable cause for it, unless that I might be belated in getting home. With the perverse instinct of those who are lost I hastened my steps, but was impelled now and then to glance back over my shoulder, with a sensation of being pursued. But no living creature was in "Considering that it had been rather a sight. The moon, however, had now riswet evening in-doors, I was in a remarkably | en higher, and the clouds that were drift "In the excitement consequent upon this discovery, the thread of the doctor's story was lost; and before it could be recovered the evening had advanced so far that I felt obliged to withdraw. It took some time to make my proposition heard and comprehended; and a still longer time to put it in execution; so that it was fully midnight before I found myself standing in the cool pure air outside the fort, with the farewells of my boon companions ringing in my ears. ing slowly across the sky flung into the naked valley dusky shadows, which occasionally assumed shapes that looked like the vague semblance of gigantic human forms. "How long I had been hurrying on ward I know not, when, with a kind of suddenness, I found myself approaching a grave-yard. It was situated on the spur of a hill, and there was no fence around it, nor anything to protect it from the incursions of passers-by. There was something in the general appearance of this spot that made me half fancy I had seen it before; and I should have taken it to be the same that I had often noticed on my way to the fort, but that the latter was only a few hundred yards distant therefrom, whereas I must have traversed several miles at least. As I drew near, moreover, I observed that the head-stones did not appear so ancient and decayed as those of the other. But what chiefly attracted my attention was the figure that was leaning or half sitting upon one of the largest of the upright slabs near the road. It was a female figure draped in black, and a closer inspection-for I was soon within a few yards of her showed that she wore the calla, or long hooded cloak, the most common as well as the most ancient garment of Irish women, and doubtless of Spanish origin. "I was a trifle startled by this apparition, so unexpected as it was, and so strange did it seem that any human creature should be at that hour of the night in so desolate and sinister a place. Involuntarily I paused as I came opposite her, and gazed at her intently. But the moonlight fell behind her, and the deep hood of her cloak so completely shadowed her face that I was unable to discern anything but the sparkle of a pair of eyes, which appeared to be returning my gaze with much vivacity. "You seem to be at home here,' I said at length. 'Can you tell me where I am? "Hereupon the mysterious personage broke into a light laugh, which, though in itself musical and agreeable, was of a timbre and intonation that caused my heart to beat rather faster than my late pedes trian exertions warranted; for it was the identical laugh (or so my imagination persuaded me) that had echoed in my ears as I arose from my tumble an hour or two ago. For the rest, it was the laugh of a young woman, and presumably of a pretty one; and yet it had a wild, airy, mocking quality, that seemed hardly human at all, or not, at any rate, to be characteristic of a being of affections and limitations like unto ours. But this impression of mine was fostered, no doubt, by the unusual and uncanny circumstances of the occasion. "Sure, sir,' said she, 'you're at the grave of Ethelind Fionguala.' "As she spoke she rose to her feet, and pointed to the inscription on the stone. I bent forward, and was able, without much difficulty, to decipher the name, and a date which indicated that the occupant of the grave must have entered the disembodied state between two and three centuries ago. 'But "I'm called Elsie,' she replied. where would your honor be going November-eve?' "I mentioned my destination, and asked her whether she could direct me thither. "Indeed, then, 'tis there I'm going myself,' Elsie,replied; and if your honor 'll follow me, and play me a tune on the pretty instrument, 'tisn't long we'll be on the road.' "She pointed to the banjo which I carried wrapped up under my arm. How she knew that it was a musical instrument I could not imagine; possibly, I thought, she may have seen me playing on it as I strolled about the environs of the town. Be that as it may, I offered no opposition to the bargain, and further intimated that I would reward her more substantially on our arrival. At that she laughed again, and made a peculiar gesture with her hand above her head. I uncovered my banjo, swept my fingers across the strings, and struck into a fantastic dance measure, to the music of which we proceeded along the path, Elsie slightly in advance, her feet keeping time to the airy measure. In fact, she trod so lightly, with an elastic, undulating movement, that with a little more it seemed as if she might float onward like a spirit. The extreme whiteness of her feet attracted my eye, and I was surprised to find that instead of being bare, as I had supposed, these were incased in white satin slippers quaintly embroidered with gold thread. "Sure, I live by myself,' she answered; and if you'd be after knowing how, you must come and see for yourself.' "Are you in the habit of walking over the hills at night in shoes like that?' "And why would I not?' she asked, in her turn. 'And where did your honor get the pretty gold ring on your finger?' "The ring, which was of no great intrinsic value, had struck my eye in an old curiosity shop in Cork. It was an antique of very old-fashioned design, and might have belonged (as the vender as sured me was the case) to one of the early kings or queens of Ireland. "Do you like it?' said I. "Will your honor be after making a present of it to Elsie?' she returned, with an insinuating tone and turn of the head. "Maybe I will, Elsie, on one condition. I am an artist; I make pictures of people. If you will promise to come to my studio and let me paint your portrait, I'll give you the ring, and some money besides.' "And will you give me the ring now?' said Elsie. "Yes, if you'll promise.' 666 'And will you play the music to me?' she continued. "As much as you like.' "But maybe I'll not be handsome enough for ye,' said she, with a glance of her eyes beneath the dark hood. "I'll take the risk of that,' I answer ed, laughing, though, all the same, I don't mind taking a peep beforehand to remember you by.' So saying, I put forth a hand to draw back the concealing hood. But Elsie eluded me, I scarce know how, and laughed a third time, with the same airy, mocking cadence. "Give me the ring first, and then you shall see me,' she said, coaxingly. "Stretch out your hand, then,' returned I, removing the ring from my finger. 'When we are better acquainted, Elsie, you won't be so suspicious.' "She held out a slender, delicate hand, on the forefinger of which I slipped the ring. As I did so, the folds of her cloak fell a little apart, affording me a glimpse of a white shoulder and of a dress that seemed in that deceptive semi-darkness to be wrought of rich and costly material; and I caught, too, or so I fancied, the frosty sparkle of precious stones. 666 the first time that we were standing near the middle of a ruined bridge which spanned a rapid stream that flowed at a considerable depth below. The parapet of the bridge on one side was broken down, and I must have been, in fact, in imminent danger of stepping over into empty air. I made my way cautiously across the decaying structure; but when I turned to assist Elsie, she was nowhere to be seen. er. "What had become of the girl? I called, but no answer came. I gazed about on every side, but no trace of her was visible. Unless she had plunged into the narrow abyss at my feet, there was no place where she could have concealed herself-none at least that I could discovShe had vanished, nevertheless; and since her disappearance must have been premeditated, I finally came to the conclusion that it was useless to attempt to find her. She would present herself again in her own good time, or not at all. She had given me the slip very cleverly, and I must make the best of it. The adventure was perhaps worth the ring. "On resuming my way, I was not a little relieved to find that I once more knew where I was. The bridge that I had just crossed was none other than the one I mentioned some time back; I was within a mile of the town, and my way lay clear before me. The moon, moreover, had now quite dispersed the clouds, and shone down with exquisite brilliance. Whatever her other failings, Elsie had been a trustworthy guide; she had brought me out of the depth of elf-land into the material world again. It had been a singular adventure, certainly; and I mused over it with a sense of mysterious pleasure as I sauntered along, humming snatches of airs, and accompanying myself on the strings. Hark! what light step was that behind me ? It sounded like Elsie's; but no, Elsie was not there. The same impression or hallucination, however, recurred several times before I reached the outskirts of the town-the tread of an airy foot behind or beside my own. The fancy did not make me nervous; on the contrary, I was pleased with the notion of being thus haunted, and gave myself up to a romantic and genial vein of reverie. "After passing one or two roofless and moss-grown cottages, I entered the narrow and rambling street which leads through "I looked round, and became aware for the town. This street a short distance 'Arrah, mind where ye tread!' said Elsie, in a sudden, sharp tone. lady after the Kern had brought her home 66 down widens a little, as if to afford the wayfarer space to observe a remarkable old house that stands on the northern side. The house was built of stone, and in a noble style of architecture; it reminded me somewhat of certain palaces of the old Italian nobility that I had seen on the Continent, and it may very probably have been built by one of the Italian or Spanish immigrants of the sixteenth or seventeenth century. The moulding of the projecting windows and arched doorway was richly carved, and upon the front of the building was an escutcheon wrought in high relief, though I could not make out the purport of the device. The moonlight falling upon this picturesque pile enhanced all its beauties, and at the same time made it seem like a vision that might dissolve away when the light ceased to shine. I must often have seen the house before, and yet I retained no definite recollection of it; I had never until now examined it with my eyes open, so to speak. Leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the street, I contemplated it for a long while at my leisure. The window at the corner was really a very fine and massive affair. It project- Hereupon, having retuned the instrued over the pavement below, throwing a ment, I launched forth into an old Spanheavy shadow aslant; the frames of the ish love song, which I had met with in diamond-paned lattices were heavily mull- some mouldy library during my travels, ioned. How often in past ages had that and had set to music of my own. I sang lattice been pushed open by some fair low, for the deserted street re-echoed the hand, revealing to a lover waiting be- lightest sound, and what I sang must neath in the moonlight the charming reach only my lady's ears. The words countenance of his high-born mistress! were warm with the fire of the ancient Those were brave days. They had passed Spanish chivalry, and I threw into their away long since. The great house had expression all the passion of the lovers of stood empty for who could tell how many romance. Surely Fionguala, the whiteyears; only bats and vermin were its in-shouldered, would hear, and awaken from habitants. Where now were those who her sleep of centuries, and come to the had built it? and who were they? Prob- latticed casement and look down! Hist! ably the very name of them was forgotten. see yonder! What light-what shadow is As I continued to stare upward, how that that seems to flit from room to room ever, a conjecture presented itself to my within the abandoned house, and now mind which rapidly ripened into a con- approaches the mullioned window? Are viction. Was not this the house that my eyes dazzled by the play of the moonDr. Dudeen had described that very even- light, or does the casement move-does it ing as having been formerly the abode open? Nay, this is no delusion; there is of the Kern of Querin and his myste- no error of the senses here. There is simrious bride? There was the projecting ply a woman, young, beautiful, and richwindow, the arched doorway. Yes, be-ly attired, bending forward from the winyond a doubt this was the very house. I dow, and silently beckoning me to apemitted a low exclamation of renewed in-proach. terest and pleasure, and my speculations took a still more imaginative, but also a more definite turn. "Too much amazed to be conscious of amazement, I advanced until I stood directly beneath the casement, and the lady's 'What had been the fate of that lovely face, as she stooped toward me, was not |