This hour of waning5 day marked a unique occurrence in the annals of the House of the Hostage’s Tears. Its nuns6 were too aged7 and infirm to go to the castle to offer welcome to the newly returned head of the family. So The O’Mahony came to them instead. He came like the fine old chieftain of a sept, bringing his train of followers8 with him. For the first time within the recollection of man, a long table had been spread in the reception-hall, and about it were gathered the baker’s dozen of people we have come to know in Muirisc. Even Mrs. Sullivan, flushed scarlet9 from her labor10 in the ill-appointed convent kitchen, and visibly disheartened at its meagre results, had her seat at the board beside Father Jago. But they were saved from the perils11 of a party of thirteen because the one-armed Malachy, dour-faced and silent, but secretly bursting with pride and joy, stood at his old post behind his master’s chair.
There had not been much to eat, and the festival stood thus early at the stage of the steaming kettle and the glasses so piping hot that fingers shrank from contact, though the spirit beckoned12. And there was not one less than twelve of these scorching13 tumblers—for in remote Muirisc the fame of Father Mathew remained a vague and colorless thing like that of Mahomet or Sir Isaac Newton—and, moreover, was not The O’Mahony come home?
“Yes, sir,” The O’Mahony said from his place at the right hand of Mother Agnes, venturing an experimental thumb against his glass and sharply withdrawing it, “wherever I went, in France or Spain or among the Turks, I found there had been a soldier O’Mahony there before me. Why, a French general told me that right at one time—quite a spell back, I should judge—there were fourteen O’Mahonys holding commissions in the French army. Yes, I remember, it was in the time of Louis XIX.”
“You’re wrong, O’Mahony,” interrupted Kate, with the smile of a spoiled, favorite child, “’t was nineteen O’Mahonys in the reign14 of Louis XIV.”
“Same thing,” he replied, pleasantly. “It’s as broad as it is long. There the O’Mahony’s were, anyway, and every man of ’em a fighter. It set me to figuring that before they went away—when they were all cooped up here together on this little neck of land—things must have been kept pretty well up to boiling point all the year round.”
“An’ who was it ever had the power to coop ’em up here?” demanded Cormac O’Daly, with enthusiasm. “Heaven be their bed! ’T was not in thim O’Mahonys to endure it! Forth15 they wint in all directions, wid bowld raids an’ incursions, b’ating the O’Heas an’ def’ating the Coffeys wid slaughter16, an’ as for the O’Driscolls—huh!—just tearing ’em up bodily be the roots! Sir, t was a proud day whin an O’Daly first attached himself to the house of the O’Mahonys—such grand min as they, were, so magnanimous, so pious17, so intelligent, so ferocious18 an’ terrifying—sir, me old blood warms at thought of ’em!”
The caloric in Cormac’s veins19 impelled20 him at this juncture21 to rise to this feet. He took a sip22 from his glass, then adjusted his spectacles, and produced the back of an envelope from his pocket.
“O’Mahony,” he said, with a voice full of emotion, “I’ve a slight pome here, just stated down hurriedly that I’ll take the liberty to rade to the company assimbled. ’T is this way it runs:
‘Hark to thim joyous23 sounds that rise.
Making the face of Muirisc to be glad!
’T is the devil’s job to believe one’s eyes—‘”
“Well, thin, don’t be trying!” brusquely interrupted Mrs. Fergus. As the poet paused and strove to cow his spouse24 with a sufficiently25 indignant glance, she leaned over the table and addressed him in a stage whisper, almost audible to the deaf old nuns themselves.
“Sit down, me man!” she adjured26 him. “’T is laughing at ye they are! Sure, doesn’t his honor know how different a chune ye raised while he was away! ’T is your part to sing small, now, an’ keep the ditch betwixt you an’ observation.”
Cormac sat down at once, and submissively put the paper back in his pocket. It was a humble27 and wistful glance which he bent28 through his spectacles at the chieftain, as that worthy29 resumed his remarks.
The O’Mahony did not pretend to have missed the adjuration30 of Mrs. Fergus.
“That started off well enough, O’Daly,” he said; “but you’re getting too old to have to hustle31 around and turn out poetry to order, as you used to. I’ve decided32 to allow you to retire—to sort of knock off your shoes and let you run in the pasture. You can move into one of the smaller houses and just take things easy.”
“But, sir—me secretarial juties—” put in O’Daly, with quavering voice.
“There’ll be no manner of trouble about that,” said the O’Mahony, reassuringly33. “My friend, here, Joseph Higgins, of Boston, he will look out for that. I don’t know that you’re aware of it, but I took a good deal of interest in him many years ago—before I went away—and I foresaw a future for him. It hasn’t turned out jest as I expected, but I’m satisfied, all the same. Before I left, I arranged that he should pursue his studies during my absence.” A grimly quizzical smile played around the white corners of his mustache as he added: “I understand that he jest stuck to them studies night and day—never left ’em once for so much as to go out and take a walk for the whole twelve years.”
“Surely, sir,” interposed Father Jago, “that’s most remarkable34! I never heard tell of such studiosity in Maynooth itself!”
The O’Mahony looked gravely across the table at Jerry, whose broad, shining face was lobster-red with the exertion35 of keeping itself straight.
“I believe there’s hardly another case on record,” he said. “Well, as I was remarking, it’s only natural, now, that I should make him my secretary and bookkeeper. I’ve had a long talk with him about it—and about other things, too—and I guess there ain’t much doubt about our getting along together all right.”
“And is it your honor’s intintion—Will—will he take over my functions as bard36 as well?” Cormac ventured to inquire. He added in deprecating tones: “Sure, they’ve always been considered hereditary37.”
“No; I think we’ll let the bard business slide for the time being,” answered The O’Mahony. “You see, I’ve been going along now a good many years without any poet, so I’ve got used to it. There was one fellow out at Plevna—an English newspaper man—who did compose some verses about me—he seemed to think they were quite funny—but I shot off one of his knee-pans, and that sort of put a damper on poetry, so far as I was concerned. However, we’ll see how your boy turns out. Maybe, if he takes a shine to that sort of thing—”
“Then you’re to stay with us?” inquired Mother Agnes. “So grand ye are wid your decorations an’ your foreign titles—sure, they tell me you’re Chevalier an’ O’Mahony Bey both at wance—’t will be dull as ditch-water for you here.”
“No, I reckon not,” replied The O’Mahony. “I’ve had enough of it. It’s nigh on to forty years since I first tagged along in the wake of a drum with a musket38 on my shoulder. I don’t know why I didn’t come back years ago. I was too shiftless to make up my mind, I suppose. No, I’m going to stay here—going to die here—right among these good Muirisc folks, who are thumping39 each other to pieces outside on the green. Talk about its being dull here—why, Mother Agnes, ’t would have done your heart good to see old Barney Driscoll laying about him with that overgrown, double-barreled trumpet40 of his. I haven’t seen anything better since we butted41 our heads up against Schipka Pass.”
“’T will be grand tidings for the people—that same,” interposed Kate, with happiness in glance and tone.
The O’Mahony looked tenderly at her.
“That reminds me,” he said, and then turned to the nuns, lifting his voice in token that he especially addressed them. “There was some talk, I understand, about little Katie here—”
“Little, is it!” laughed the girl. “Sure, to pl’ase you I’d begin growing again, but that there’d be no house in Muirisc to hold me.”
“Some talk about big Kate here, then,” pursued the O’Mahony, “going into the convent. Well, of course, that’s all over with now.” He hesitated for a moment, and decided to withhold42 all that cruel information about episcopal interference. “And I’ve been thinking it over,” he resumed, “and have come to the conclusion that we’d better not try to bolster43 up the convent with new girls from outside. It’s always been kept strictly44 inside the family. Now that that can’t be done, it’s better to let it end with dignity. And that it can’t help doing, because as long as it’s remembered, men will say that its last nuns were its best nuns.”
He closed with a little bow to the Ladies of the Hostage’s Tears. Mother Agnes acknowledged the salutation and the compliment with a silent inclination45 of her vailed head. If her heart took grief, she did not say so.
“And your new secretary—” put in Cormac, diffidently yet with persistence46, “has he that acquaintance an’ familiarity wid mining technicalities and conthracts that would fit him to dale wid ’em satisfactorily?”
A trace of asperity47, under which O’Daly definitely wilted48, came into The O’Mahony’s tone.
“There is such a thing as being too smart about mining contracts,” he said with meaning. Then, with a new light in his eyes he went on: “The luckiest thing that ever happened on this footstool, I take it, has occurred right here. The young man who sits opposite me is a born O’Mahony, the only son of the man who, if I hadn’t turned up, would have had rightful possession of all these estates. You have seen him about here for some weeks. I understand that you all like him. Indeed, it’s been described to me that Mrs. Fergus here has quite an affection for him—motherly, I presume.”
Mrs. Fergus raised her hand to her hair, and preened49 her head.
“An’ not so old, nayther, O’Mahony,” she said, defiantly50. “Wasn’t I married first whin I was a mere51 shlip of a girl?”
Sister Ellen looked at Mother Agnes, and lifted up both her hands. The O’Mahony proceeded, undisturbed:
“As I’ve said, you all like him. I like him too, for his own sake, and—and his father’s sake—and—But that can wait for a minute. It’s a part of the general good luck which has brought him here that he turns out to be a trained mining engineer—just the sort of a man, of all others, that Muirisc needs. He tells me that we’ve only scratched the surface of things roundabout here yet. He promises to get more wealth for us and for Muirisc out of an acre than we’ve been getting out of a townland. Malachy, go out and look for old Murphy, and if he can walk, bring him in here.”
The O’Mahony composedly busied himself in filling his glass afresh, the while Malachy was absent on his quest. The others, turning their attention to the boyish-faced, blushing young man whom the speaker had eulogized so highly, noted52 that he sat next, and perhaps unnecessarily close, to Kate, and that she, also betrayed a suspicious warmth of countenance53. Vague comprehension of what was coming began to stir in their minds as Malachy reappeared. Behind him came Murphy, who leaned against the wall by the door, hat in hand, and clung with a piercing, hawk-like gaze to the lightest movement on the master’s face.
The O’Mahony rose to his feet, glass in hand.
“Murphy,” he said, “I gave her to you to look after—to take care of—the Lady of Muirisc.”
“You did, sir!” shouted the withered54 and grimy old water-rat, straightening himself against the wall.
“You’ve done it well, sir,” declared The O’Mahony. “I’m obliged to you. And I wanted you in particular to hear what I’m going to say. Malachy, get a glass for yourself and give one to Murphy.”
The one-armed servitor leaned gravely forward and whispered in The O’Mahony’s ear.
“I don’t care a button,” the other protested. “You can see him home. This is as much his funeral as it is anybody else’s on earth. That’s it. Are you all filled? Now, then, ladies and gentlemen, I am getting along in years. I am a childless man. You’ve all been telling me how much I’ve changed these last twelve years. There’s one thing I haven’t changed a bit in. I used to think that the cutest, cunningest, all-fired loveliest little girl on earth was Katie here. Well, I think just the same now. If I was her father, mother, sister, hired girl and dog under the wagon55, all in one, I couldn’t be fonder of her than I am. She was the apple of my eye then; she is now. I’d always calculated that she should be my heir. Well, now, there turns up this young man, who is as much an O’Mahony of the real stock as Kate is. There’s a providence56 in these things. They love each other. They will marry. They will live in the castle, where they’ve promised to give me board and lodging57, and when I am gone, they will come after me. I’m going to have you all get up and drink the health of my young—nephew—Bernard, and of his bride, our Kate, here, and—and of the line of O’Mahonys to come.”
When the clatter58 of exclamations59 and clinking glasses had died down, it was Kate who made response—Kate, with her blushing, smiling face held proudly up and a glow of joyous affection in her eyes. .
“If that same line of O’Mahonys to come stretched from here to the top of Mount Gabriel,” she said, in a clear voice, “there’d not be amongst thim all the ayqual to our O’Mahony.”
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