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AN IRISH CHRISTMAS CAROL. HOW ANDY BEG BECAME A FAIRY : BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE QUEEN OF CONNAUGHT." ID you ever get sight of it yerself, Cuileagh, when you were passing Rhuna Hanish, on a Christmas night like this, on your way to the chapel to hear the midnight Mass?" "Get sight of it? Troth, then, I never did; and 'tis aisy seeing that same, for sure, then, if I had got sight of it, 'tis not here I'd be sitting now, but I'd be lying in my grave as dead as-as-as-"and finding himself unable to discover a simile, the speaker bent over the fire, squeezed some burning ashes into his pipe bowl, and began puffing vigorously. He was a short, thick-set man, with little prepossessing in his appearance. His face was, at first sight, hard and most repelling; and this, his neighbours said, was the true index to his character. Caileagh Clanmorris was a most unpopular man in Storport. Instead of mixing with his fellows and showing his face at fairs and weddings and wakes, he worked like any beast of burden all the year, and on Sundays and feast-days, and at Christmas tide, when he had a few hours to spare, instead of enjoying his leisure as a mortal should do merely stepped into his neighbour Dunloe's, and smoked his pipe in the VOL. I. 6 ingle, and told weird stories and fairy legends to that child, which, as the population would have it, was no human child, "but only a bit of a fairy itself." And, in sooth, there was something about little Andy, or, as he was called in Irish, Andy Beg, which was extremely fairy-like and weird— a strange, old-fashioned wonder and wisdom, which had convinced the peasantry, and some of the child's relatives too, that he was no ordinary being. He was an only child. His mother was the Widow Dunloe, who had lived all her life in Storport; and who since that night when Manus Dunloe had lost his life off the Rhuna Hanish, had dwelt in the little cabin on the beach, with only her old father and Andy. Andy was eight years old, yet he had none of a child's ways, and no desire for childish companionship. The being for whom he cared most was his grandfather, an old man of ninety years, who habitually sat in the ingle, with his grey head bowed, and his bony hands clasped upon his knees, in a state of mental torpor, from which, it seemed at times, an earthquake could not have roused him, but who, at the slightest sound of Andy's voice, stirred and lived, his dull, heavy, lustreless eyes gleaming with a ray of human light. From the very first, these two had been drawn together by a strange fascination. Ever since the day when he first began to walk with some steadiness across the floor, Andy had taken his stand between his grandfather's knees, had prattled to him in that strange, old-fashioned way of his, had attended to him assiduously in all his wants, until, as time went on, the child's life seemed to get interwoven, as it were, with that of the old man, and at length, to the wonder of all, it was discovered that he who, during his life, had been singularly hard, callous, and cruel, had got all his affections aroused by this quaint little companion of his old age. He was very old-fashioned, was Andy Beg; he had a pleading, pinched look in his face, and a strange light in his eyes, and a quiet, uuchildlike gentleness in his voice, which aroused the darkest fears in his mother's breast. He was not meant for this world, she said, but he was a little fairy, with a human voice, and human eyes, and maybe a human soul; he had come to them, and had been a blessing to them, but he was surely not destined to stay. Andy Beg was not a strong child. Once or twice during his short life he had been stricken down, and had lain at death's door; and at those times the old man had awakened from his torpor, and had sat beside the bed, with his dull eyes fixed in agony, as if his life hung upon the |