These Irish Fakirs, or sacred fraternity of beggars, lead a pleasant, thoroughly1 idle life. They carry a wallet and a staff, and being looked on as holy men endowed with strange spiritual gifts, they are entirely2 supported by the voluntary gifts of the people, who firmly believe in the mysterious efficacy of their prayers and blessings3 and prognostics of luck.
One of these Fakirs towards the end of his life was glad to find shelter in the poor-house. He was then eighty years of age, but a tall, erect4 old man, with flowing white beard and hair, keen eyes, and of the most venerable aspect.
A gentleman who saw him there, being much struck with his dignified5 and remarkable6 appearance, induced him to tell the story of his life, which was marked by several strange and curious incidents.
He said he was a farmer’s son, but from his earliest youth hated work, and only liked to spend the long summer day lying on the grass gazing up into the clouds dreaming and thinking where they were all sailing to, and longing7 to float away with them to other lands.
Meanwhile his father raged and swore and beat him, often cruelly, because he would not work. But all the same, he could not bring himself to be digging from morning to night, and herding9 cattle, and keeping company only with labourers.
So when he was about twenty he formed a plan to run away; for, he thought, if the stupid old Fakirs who are lame10 and blind and deaf find people ready to support them, all for nothing, might not he have a better chance for getting board and lodging11 without work, since he had youth and health and could tell them stories to no end of the great old ancient times.
So one night he quitted his father’s house secretly, and went forth12 on his travels into the wide world, only to meet bitter disappointment and rude repulse13, for the farmers would have nothing to say to him, nor the farmers’ wives. Every one eyed him with suspicion. “Why,” they said, “should a great stalwart young fellow over six feet high go about the country begging? He was a tramp and meant no good.” And they chased him away from their grounds.
Then he thought he would disguise himself as a regular Fakir;245 so he got a long cloak, and took a wallet and a staff, and hid his raven14 black hair under a close skull15 cap, and tried to look as old as he could.
But the regular Fakirs soon found him out, and their spite and rage was great, for all of them were either lame of a leg or blind of an eye, and they said; “Why should this great broad-shouldered young fellow with the black eyes come and take away our chances of living, when he ought to be able to work and earn enough to keep himself without robbing us of our just rights?” And they grumbled16 and snarled17 at him like so many dogs, and set people to spy on him and watch him.
Still he was determined18 to try his luck on every side: so he went to all the stations round about and prayed louder and faster than any pilgrim or Fakir amongst the whole lot.
But wherever he went he saw a horrible old hag for ever following him. Her head was wrapped up in an old red shawl, and nothing was seen of her face except two eyes, that glared on him like coals of fire whichever way he turned. And now, in truth, his life became miserable19 to him because of this loathsome20 hag. So he went from station to station to escape her; but still she followed him, and the sound of her stick on the ground was ever after him like the hammering of a nail into his coffin21, for he felt sure he would die of the torment22 and horror.
At last he thought he would try Tobar-Breda for his next station, as it was several miles off and she might not be able to follow him so far. So he went, and not a sign of her was to be seen upon the road. This rejoiced his heart, and he kneeled down at the well and was saying his prayers louder and faster than ever when he looked up, and there, kneeling right opposite to him at the other side of the road, was the detestable old witch. But she took no notice of him, only went on saying her prayers and telling her beads23 as if no one were by.
Presently, however, she stooped down to wash her face in the well, and, as she threw up the water with her hands, she let the red shawl slip down over her shoulders, and then the young man beheld24 to his astonishment25 a beautiful young girl before him with a complexion26 like the lily and the rose, and soft brown hair falling in showers of curls over her snow-white neck.
He had only a glimpse for a moment while she cast the water in her face, and then she drew the red shawl again over her head and shoulders and was the old hag once more that had filled him with horror. But that one glimpse was enough to make his heart faint with love; and now for the first time she turned her burning eyes full on him, and kept them fixed27 until he seemed to swoon away in an ecstacy of happiness, and knew nothing more till he found her seated beside him, holding his hand in hers, and still looking intently on his face with her glittering eyes.
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“Come away,” she whispered; “follow me. We must leave this crowd of pilgrims. I have much to say to you.”
So he rose up, and they went away together to a secluded28 spot, far from the noise and tumult29 of the station. Then she threw off the shawl, and took the bandage from her face, and said, “Look on me. Can you love me? I have followed you day by day for love of you. Can you love me in return, and join your fate to mine? I have money enough for both, and I’ll teach you the mysteries by which we can gain more.”
And from that day forth they two travelled together all over the country; and they practised many strange mysteries and charms, for Elaine, his wife, was learned in all the secrets of herb lore30. And the people paid them well for their help and knowledge, so that they never wanted anything, and lived like princes, though never an evil act was done by their hands, nor did a word of strife31 ever pass between them.
Thus they lived happily for many years, till an evil day came when Elaine was struck by sickness, and she died.
Then the soul of the man seemed to die with her, and all his knowledge left him, and sad and weary, and tired of all things, he finally came to end his days in the poor-house, old, poor, and broken-hearted. Yet still he had the bearing of one born for a higher destiny, and the noble dignity as of a discrowned king.
Such was the strange story told to the gentleman by the aged8 Fakir in the poor-house, a short time before his death.
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