"Ma.s.s of the days that were gone."
On the ceremony being concluded, the scene, however, was instantly changed: the lights were waved and scattered promiscuously among each other, giving an idea of confusion and hurry that was strongly contrasted with the death-like stillness that prevailed a few minutes before. The gabble and laugh were again heard loud and hearty, and the public and shebeen houses once more became crowded. Many of the young I people made, on these occasions, what is I called "a runaway;" (* Rustic elopement) and other peccadilloes took place, for which the delinquents were "either read out from the altar," or sent; probably to St.
Patrick"s Purgatory at Lough Derg, to do penance. Those who did not choose to stop in the whiskey-houses now hurried home with all speed, to take some sleep before early Ma.s.s, which was to be performed the next morning about daybreak. The same number of lights might therefore be seen streaming in different ways over the parish; the married men holding the torches, and leading their wives; bachelors escorting their sweethearts, and not unfrequently extinguishing their flambeaux, that the dependence of the females upon their care and protection might more lovingly call forth their gallantry.
When Mike Reillaghan considered with due attention the hint which Darby More had given him, touching the necessity of collecting his friends as an escort for Peggy Gartland, he had strong reasons to admit its justness and propriety. After Ma.s.s he spoke to about two dozen young fellows who joined him, and under their protection Peggy now returned safely to her father"s house.
Frank M"Kenna and his wife reached home about two o"clock; the dance was comparatively thin, though still kept up with considerable spirit.
Having solemnized himself by the grace of so sacred a rite, Frank thought proper to close the amus.e.m.e.nt, and recommend those whom he found in the barn to return to their respective dwellings.
"You have had a merry night, childher," said he; "but too much o" one thing"s good for nothin"; so don"t make a toil of a pleasure, but go all home dacently an" soberly, in the name o" G.o.d."
This advice was accordingly followed. The youngsters separated, and M"Kenna joined his family, "to have a sup along wid them and Barny, in honor of what they had hard." It was upon this occasion he missed his son Frank, whose absence from the dance he had not noticed since his return until then.
"Musha, where"s Frank," he inquired: "I"ll warrant him, away wid his blackguards upon no good. G.o.d look down upon him! Many a black heart has that boy left us! If it"s not the will o" heaven, I fear he"ll come to no good. Barny, is he long gone from the dance?"
"Troth, Frank, wid the noise an" dancin", an" me bem" dark," replied Barny, shrewdly, "I can"t take on me to say. For all you spake agin him, the sorra one of him but"s a clane, dacent, spirited boy, as there is widin a great ways of him. Here"s all your, healths! Faix, "girls, you"ll all sleep sound."
"Well," said Mrs. M"Kenna, "the knowledge of that Darby More is unknowable! Here"s a Carol I bought from him, an" if you wor but to hear the explanations he put to it! Why Father Hoolaghan could hardly outdo him!"
"Divil a-man in the five parishes can dance "Jig Polthogue" wid him, for all that," said Barny. "Many a time Granua an" I played it for him, an" you"d know the tune upon his feet. He undherstands a power o" ranns and prayers, an" has charms an" holy herbs for all kinds of ailments, no doubt."
"These men, you see," observed Mrs. M"Kenna, in the true spirit of credulity and superst.i.tion, "may do many things that the likes of us oughtn"t to do, by raison of their great fastin" an" prayin"."
"Thrue for you, Alley," replied her husband: "but come, let us have a sup more in comfort: the sleep"s gone _a shraugran_ an us this night, any way, so, Barny, give us a song, an" afther that we"ll have a taste o" prayers, to close the night."
"But you don"t think of the long journey I"ve before me," replied Barny: "how-and-iver, if you promise to send some one home wid me, we"ll have the song. I wouldn"t care, but the night bein" dark, you see, I"ll want somebody to guide me."
"Faith, an" it"s but rasonable, Barny, an" you must get Rody home wid you. I suppose he"s asleep in his bed by this, but we"ll rouse him!"
Barny replied by a loud triumphant laugh, for this was one of his standing jests.
"Well, Frank," said he, "I never thought you war so soft, and me can pick my steps me same at night as in daylight! Sure that"s the way I done them to-night, when one o" Granua"s strings broke. "Sweets o"
psin," says I; "a candle--bring me a candle immediately." An" down came Rody in all haste wid a candle. "Six eggs to you, Rody," says myself, "an" half-a-dozen o" them rotten! but you"re a bright boy, to bring a candle to a blind man!" and then he stood _a bouloare_ to the whole house--ha, ha, ha!"
Barny, who was not the man to rise first from the whiskey, commenced the relation of his choicest anecdotes; old Frank and the family, being now in a truly genial mood, entered into the spirit of his jests, so that between chat, songs, and whiskey, the hour had now advanced to four o"clock. The fiddler was commencing another song, when the door opened, and Frank presented himself, nearly, but not altogether in a state of intoxication; his face was besmeared with blood; and his whole appearance that of a man under the influence of strong pa.s.sion, such as would seem to be produced by disappointment and defeat.
"What!" said the father, "is it snowin", Frank? Your clothes are covered wid snow!"
"Lord, guard us!" exclaimed the mother, "is that blood upon your face, Frank?"
"It is snowin", and it is blood that"s upon my face," answered Frank, moodily--"do you want to know more news?"
"Why, ay indeed," replied his mother, "we want to hear how you came to be cut?"
"You won"t hear it, thin," he replied.
The mother was silent, for she knew the terrible fits of pa.s.sion to which he was subject.
The father groaned deeply, and exclaimed--"Frank, Frank, G.o.d help you, an" show you the sins you"re committin", an" the heart-scaldin" you"re givin" both your mother and me! What fresh skrimmage had you that you"re in that state?"
"Spare yourself the throuble of inquirin"," he replied: "all I can say,"
he continued, starting up into sudden fury--"all I can say, an" I say it--I swear it--where"s the prayer-book?" and he ran frantically to a shelf beside the dresser on which the prayer-book lay,--"ay! by him that made me I"ll sware it--by this sacred book, while I live, Mike Keillaghan, the husband of Peggy Gartland you"ll never be, if I should swing for it! Now you all seen I kissed the book!" as he spoke, he tossed it back upon the shelf.
The mirth that had prevailed in the family was immediately hushed, and a dead silence ensued; Frank sat down, but instantly rose again, and flung the chair from him with such violence that it was crashed to pieces; he muttered oaths and curses, ground his teeth, and betrayed all the symptoms of jealousy, hatred, and disappointment.
"Frank, a bouchal," said Barny, commencing to address him in a conciliatory tone--"Frank, man alive----"
"Hould your tongue, I say, you blind vagabone, or by the night above us, I"ll break your fiddle over your skull, if you dar to say another word.
What I swore I"ll do, an" let no one cra.s.s me."
He was a powerful young man, and such was his temper, and so well was it understood, that not one of the family durst venture a word of remonstrance.
The father arose, went to the door, and returned. "Barny," said he, "you must content yourself where you are for this night. It"s snowin"
heavily, so you had betther sleep wid Rody; I see a light in the barn, I suppose he"s after bringing in his bed an" makin" it."
"I"ll do any thing," replied the poor fiddler, now apprehensive of violence from the outrageous temper of young Frank.
"Well, thin," added the good man, "let us all go to bed, in the name of G.o.d. Micaul, bring Barny to the barn, and see that he"s comfortable."
This was complied with, and the family quietly and timidly retired to rest, leaving the violent young man storming and digesting his pa.s.sion, behind them.
Ma.s.s on Christmas morning was then, as now, performed at day-break, and again the Roman Catholic inhabitants of the parish were up betimes to attend it. Frank M"Kenna"s family were a.s.sembled, notwithstanding their short sleep, at an early breakfast; but their meal, in consequence of the unpleasant sensation produced by the outrage of their son, was less cheerful than it would I otherwise have been. Perhaps, too, the gloom which hung over them, was increased by the snow that had fallen the night before, and by the wintry character of the day, which was such as to mar much of their expected enjoyment. There was no allusion made to their son"s violence over-night; neither did he himself appear to be in any degree affected by it. When breakfast was over, they prepared to attend ma.s.s, and, what was unusual, young Frank was the first to set out for the chapel.
"Maybe," said the father, after he was gone--"maybe that fool of a boy is sarry for his behavior. It"s many a day since I knew him to go to ma.s.s of his own accord. It"s a good sign, any way."
"Musha," inquired his mother, "what could happen atween him an" that civil boy, Mike Reillaghan?"
"The sorra one o" me knows," replied his father: "an" now that I think of it, sure enough there was none o" them at the dance last night, although I sent himself down for them. Micaul," he added, addressing the other son, "will you put an your big coat, slip down to Reillaghan"s, an" bring me word what came atween them at all; an" tell Owen himself the thruth that this boy"s brakin" our hearts by his coorses."
Micaul, who, although he knew the cause of the enmity between these rivals, was ignorant of that which occasioned his brother"s rash oath, also felt anxious to ascertain the circ.u.mstances of the last quarrel.
For this purpose, as well as in obedience to his father"s wishes, he proceeded to Reillaghan"s and arrived just as Darby More and young Mike had set out for ma.s.s.
"What," said the mendicant, "can be bringing Micaul down, I wondher?
somethin" about that slip o" grace, his brother."
"I suppose, so," said Mike; "an" I wish the same slip was as dacent an"
inoffensive as he is. I don"t know a boy livin" I"d go farther for nor the same Micaul.--He"s a credit to the family as much as the other"s a stain upon them."
"Well, any how, you war Frank"s match, an" more, last night. How bitther he was bint on bringin" Peggy aff", when he an" his set waited till they seen the country clear, an" thought the family asleep? Had you man for man, Mike?"
"Ay, about that; an" we sat so snug in Peggy"s that you"d hear a pin fallin". A hard tug, too, there was in the beginnin"; but whin they found that we had a strong back, they made away, an" we gave them purshute from about the house."
"You may thank me, any how, for havin" her to the good; but I knew by my dhrame, wid the help o" G.o.d, that there was somethin" to happen; by the same a token, that your mother"s an" her high horse about that dhrame.
I"m to tell it to her, wid the sinse of it, in the evenin", when the day"s past, an" all of us in comfort."
"What was it, Darby? sure you may let me hear it."
"Maybe I will in the evenin". It was about you an" Peggy, the darlin".