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PAGE BY THE BARROW RIVER 1 "BENDEMEER COTTAGE" 17 A NIGHT WITH THE RAPPAREES 26 "WORSE THAN CREMONA" 39 MAURYA NA GLEANNA, OR REVENGED AT LAST 50 STORY OF THE RAVEN 64 THE SPECTRES OF BARCELONA 78 THE BLACK DOG 103 THE GHOST OF GARROID JARLA 112 TRUE TO DEATH 125 "THE LIGHT THAT LIES IN WOMAN'S EYES" 136 DEATH BY MISADVENTURE 146 A MESSAGE FROM THE DEAD 154 A VISION OF THE NIGHT 164 THE PRETTY QUAKERESS 175 MY FIRST CASE 200 A VISION OR A DREAM? 221 FROM THE JAIL TO THE BATTLEFIELD 234 ALL FOR A WOMAN'S EYES 241 THE RUSE OF MADAME MARTIN 268
NOTE.
Amongst the stories here given is the last story the author ever wrote, "The Ruse of Madame Martin." It was written in France during his last illness and is now for the first time published. It is one of the freshest and raciest in the volume. It has a vivacious sense of actuality as well as delightful humour, and it shows that the author's talent was at its brightest when death came to extinguish it.
BY THE BARROW RIVER.
"There are some who see and cannot hear, and some who hear and do not see, and some who neither see nor hear, and you are one of these last, Dermod, son of Carroll."
The speaker was a man of about forty years, a little above the medium height, of well-knit frame, of a sanguine complexion. His bushy brows, shaded pensive eyes, that one would look for in a poet or a dreamer rather than in a soldier, yet a soldier, Cathal, son of Rory, was, and one of the guards of Cobhthach Cael, the usurper, who reigned over Leinster; it was in the guard-room in the outer wall of the Fortress of Dun Righ that he addressed these words to one of his companions, a stripling of twenty, but of gallant bearing.
"But what did you see or hear, O Cathal?" said another of the guards, who numbered altogether some six or seven. "They say of you, Cathal, that the wise woman of the Sidhe came to you the night you were born and touched your eyes and ears, and that you can see and hear what and when others cannot see or hear."
"What matters it what I see or hear? What matters it what is seen or heard, Domhnall, son of Eochy, when the king is blind and deaf, and those about him also?" answered Cathal.
"Why say you blind and deaf, O Cathal?"
"And what else did you see, O son of Rory?"
"What else did I see? Was I not keeping watch on the ramparts of a night, when the young moon was coming over the woods, and looking at herself in the waters of the Barrow, and did I not see the Lady Edain in her grinan looking out and waving her white arm--whiter than the moon--and did I not hear her moaning, as the wind moans softly on a summer night through the reeds of the river, and, as I listened and watched, did I not see coming to the banks of the river, a woman with a green silken cloak on her shoulders, who sat down opposite the dun, and she was weaving a border, and the lath, or rod, she was weaving with was a sword of bronze?"
"And what do you read from that, O Cathal, son of Rory?"
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