Ireland -- Emigration and Immigration -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
afraid to go to buy anything in Cahill's shop; even the boys who were
most mad after Julia were afraid to speak to her, and her own father
put her out. No one in the parish would speak to her; they were all
afraid of Father Madden. If it had not been for the blind woman you saw
in the chapel to-day, sir, she would have had to go to the poor-house.
The blind woman has a little cabin at the edge of the bog, and there
Julia lived. She remained for nearly two years, and had hardly any
clothes on her back, but she was beautiful for all that, and the boys,
as they came back, sir, from the market used to look towards the little
cabin in the hopes of catching sight of her. They only looked when they
thought they were not watched, for the priest still spoke against her.
He tried to turn the blind woman against Julia, but he could not do
that; the blind woman kept her until money came from America. Some say
that she went to America; some say that she joined the fairies. But one
morning she surely left the parish. One morning Pat Quinn heard
somebody knocking at his window, somebody asking if he would lend his
cart to take somebody to the railway station. It was five o'clock in
the morning, and Pat was a heavy sleeper, and he would not get up, and
it is said that she walked barefooted all the way to the station, and
that is a good ten miles."
"But you said something about a curse."
"Yes, sir, a man who was taking some sheep to the fair saw her: there
was a fair that day. He saw her standing at the top of the road. The
sun was just above the hill, and looking back she cursed the village,
raising both hands, sir, up to the sun, and since that curse was
spoken, every year a roof has fallen in."
There was no doubt that the boy believed what he had told me; I could
see that he liked to believe the story, that it was natural and
sympathetic to him to believe in it; and for the moment I, too,
believed in a dancing girl becoming the evil spirit of a village that
would not accept her delight.
"He has sent away Life," I said to myself, "and now they are following
Life. It is Life they are seeking."
"It is said, your honour, that she's been seen in America, and I am
going there this autumn. You may be sure I will keep a look out for
her."
"But all this is twenty years ago. You will not know her. A woman
changes a good deal in twenty years."
"There will be no change in her, your honour. She has been with the
fairies. But, sir, we shall be just in time to see the clergy come out
of the cathedral after the consecration," he said, and he pointed to
the town.
It stood in the middle of a flat country, and as we approached it the
great wall of the cathedral rose above dirty and broken cottages, and
great masses of masonry extended from the cathedral into the town; and
these were the nunnery, its schools and laundry; altogether they seemed
like one great cloud.
When, I said, will a ray from the antique sun break forth and light up
this country again?
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