OF COStELLO tER OF DERMOtt, AND OF ttER tONGUE

    Costello oing  t, and considering toms of Elizabet of faso prevail among try, ill  cloak of tive Irisive outlines of ness of  body rengto a simpler age.  to  itself over tern o a oiled sloes and ttle and sed bagpipes o be seen distinctly in t,  sleeping you are, tumaus Costello, s on t we roads?

    Get up out of t, proud tumaus, for I  up out of t, you great omad of t weed of a man!

    Costello o , and as to , and lifting  of o the ground.

    Let me alone, let me alone, said t Costello still shook him.

    I ts daug fingers he piper rose gasping.

    tell me, said Costello, t you came from  have railed your fill.

    I  I  speak unless I am paid for my shaking.

    Costello fumbled at t ime before it  ream of Frenco t the coins before he would answer.

    t is rig is a fair price, but I  speak till I ection, for if tts lay ter sundo to rot among ttles of a ditc sycamore, aine four years. And o a bar of rusty iron t ared into the wall.

    I , said Costello, and no man dare lay , or t is tumaus Costellos.

    And I ell my message, said ttle Pot beside me, for ty, my forbears il t and ttle uries ago by t see on ttle eyes gleamed and thin hands clenched.

    Costello led o t rusrery, but a feudal gauntness and bareness, and pointed to t c do on t a great black jack of leat a torc slanted out from a ring in trembling turned tos daugo me, Duallach, son of Daly?

    Dermotts daug come to you, for  o c sell you t t . Jo of roto Namara of t, o you, tumaus Costello, and let all knole of gladness is in  you, for I sa;Blue Pigeonquot; in ty noggin toello,  like ter in to so a perieen.

    Finding t Costello made no reply, but sat in a dream,  out: Fill my noggin, I tell you, for no Costello is so great in t   upon a Daly, even travel tello y s, and a ello as  me a kind word from my love.

    For t feo raise a bodyguard, and every man  ory of Costello, ler raining at t t  about t lers back;  older o maneel  Drum?an?air because of a malevolent song t y; and of many anotrengt rust te and poor in a quarrel t of the Lake.

    tello  out er listening to many excuses and in many places, brougted fello farmer out cudgels, and Costello gave tol apiece, and kept t drinking Spanising at a urnip  on tream, and t ters, no ting, and no Costello because ter servants. tted felloomed to Duallac  t tello,  h a scolding piper.

    On t evening t out for Cool?a?vin, Costello riding a tolerable out cudgels under to o  on turf, celebrating to Dermotts  a fire, in t of  to be but fairies, dance no ot places. From t of candles and t dancing a dance of Elizabeth and James.

    tied to busied already s tables  t into t ted fellos  Costello made o ood een out of a porcelain jug into h silver rims.

    tumaus Costello, said to forget y and come to troter to Namara of the Lake.

    I come, ansello, because ello De Angalo my forbears overcame your forbears and after  a Costello migs and o every feast given by a Dermott for ever, and a Dermott s and o every feast given by a Costello for ever.

    If you come s and armed men, said tt fluster rong your o le and to s s of Mayo, and my ts ains; and he handle of a weapon.

    No, ansello, I but come to dance a fareer.

    Dermott dre over to a tall pale girl  a little he ground.

    Costello o dance a fareher again.

    ted  Costello, and in  trust of tle in t, ello led o t stately dance  t Irisry, teromimic dances of earlier days; and ter pity for one anot common ation of love. And ood a little from ting pensively and silently for to begin again and ts to leap up and to  long, and many stood still to cs came about tood t t tell ello dance ts daugelling tion of ancient romance; but t alking loudly and making foolis all migt of tener and oftener at to see if the dawn.

    At last  t to end er a dance, cried out from  er roto ood round in a ello close to to t, and tted man and t of a nicoasts of troteen out of a porcelain jug and o er omary o .

    So , and t voice: I drink to my true love, tumaus Costello.

    And truck here was a deep silence.

    ts no of tory?teller and poet, a last remnant of tter in Namaras kitc of rike at Costello, but in a moment a bloeel  ttering and sing from ts about t tts, but of t Loug t arms of tened t t give touter blo. Atty and sun and moon, and rengt. Atty or sun and moon.

    Costellos ed upon te, but norode to angrily and slo ttering and sing peasants, but some gladly and quickly, because t faces, and came o bused and bade  also and ride into ttle urned totle group of Dermotts and Namaras stood next to a more numerous group of countrymen, and cried: Dermott, you deserve to be as you are tern  a candle, a purse  a penny, a s ory?teller and to poor travelling people.  done before tts from tains ot  to to follorymen caugill gloicks from tes of the dawn.

    For t feello o tell er St. Jotle better or a little  migo s as usual, t upon turning from fairs and s

    Days, ttles and c e purposes of t roubled rouble; and try people still remember  ell, to ts, ty of traditional tales asmal o the dreams of his sorrow.

    Duallacen pause to tell , or arrior of ttle, or to tell rangers and most of t Costello cared only for tter o try of t, Oona alone endured t oer   o deliver from itudes clinging o t le tment t into ongue; and it le carved box,  from sundoo sunrise, and a a  kings spent years in o discover y in t ragedy in t  last tle , and ic steps oiled upstairs and to bed, and Costello o ttle delf font of er and begun to pray to Mary of tar?covered dress of ting in tion, and tts daugead; for tenderness in ts pure for love or for red as ots, and ion arrives, come to tter tumult, te Rood ordained for immortal passions in mortal s.

    One day a serving?man rode up to Costello, o reap a meadoer, and rode a a ter contained tumaus Costello, my daugo o ole by treact, tt.

    Costello t one of to  horse and Duallachs garron.

    o Dermotts  e afternoon, and Louged; and t a distance, dark figures moving about t less deserted tood ello knocked upon it again and again, so t a number of lake gulls fle of t there was no answer.

    tt of too proud to ello the Proud,

    and y, very old  tello kne it  Delaney, a deaf and dumb beggar; and sood up and made a sign to o folloo a closed door. S a little  do close to tello  and gazed upon inny sleeping upon a bed.

    upon a ced, and a long time passed and still s on, and tioned to o  ungovernable pity . Presently urned to Duallac is not rig I stay o blame tiful. And t doood at ted, but the evening wore on and no one came.

    It ello, Duallac last; ing and ing  a beggar to  is ello he would have called you.

    tello mounted and Duallaced, but ello tigand still. Many minutes passed, and t is no  you fear to offend Dermott of trong man and ready he Gael are upon his side.

    And Costello ans I urn t send after me before I pass t so very slo t dos began to fly over to t presently rode out into topped ed on a furter a good ime very bitterly: It o door, boo gentles and to serving?men.

    it ello rode tood beside  tered on to ts, and umaus Costello, I come to bid you again to Dermotts er inny arouble upon ook Dermott of t and brougo er. rouble upon o bring you the quicker.

    tello turned toaking  t lifted  of t a grey rock t rose up out of t o ters s over tongue  t be a story in mens ears in after time. to to, along t pause until o anoter.  irresolute, and to tains, and doo continually resting upon t ice of some boundless and pasmal  no spurring it to an extreme speed, fell o t tried to make it stand up, and failing in t on alone to; and came to t anc  ired and t very cold, and  into a so t smuggled a cargo of ing a favourable o set out again. A Spaniard offered  greedily and began talking wildly and rapidly.

    For some too great violence, and tayed drinking and talking and playing cards, and Costello stayed alking and playing more t tle money  from tain boreen, to a Spaniard, o a farmer from tains, and ts of soft leat last a gentle o to ted ttle urned o t  from near Lougo took a great cros and farmers, s and a group of ain of ts daugts and tumaus Costello who murdered her.

    Costello  on to anding anding t belongs to good  seemed impossible t a gentleness and a beauty ly opped and asked again ts daugo be buried in trinity, and tooped and picked up a stone and cast it at Costello, striking  over ello  on scarcely feeling to t to t of this coffin?

    tts from tains caugones and bid t t for ts would surely have been killed.

    ello began to folloance t, and t it get into ots, and ts move sloer to Insula trinitatis; and after a time s return and t seemed to  inny y, and t, calling to Oona to come to rembled, and all about e mote  flo odours drifted the dim air.

    niger, from time to time calling o come to  en,

    only kneo him.

    Just before das ly voice crying out, er of Dermott of t come to me I urn to trinity, and before  over t, ing drapery; and t no longer smiling gently, for sly and angrily, and as sruck urn.

    o toget silvery rose, faded into the ashen dawn.

    Costello got up from tanding not t  so go, and  into to so keep , and  tle ruggle, like a man passing into sleep and dreams.

    t day a poor fise lake sand  as to ed over ime rinitatis ar bets dauged above t in after days ogetrembling leaves.