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GWEEDORE, Monday, Feb. 6. Another very beautiful morning as a farmer said with whom I chatted on my morning stroll, "A grand day, sorr!"

I said, dropping into Mulvaney's speech, when we were alone, "it's you that have the Tongue!" He looked at me wearily; his eyes were sunk in his head, and his face was drawn and white, "Eyah!" said he; "I've blandandhered thim through the night somehow, but can thim that helps others help thimselves? Answer me that, sorr!" And over the bastions of Fort Amara broke the pitiless day.

The whiskey was lent and returned, but Dinah Shadd, who had been just as eager as her husband in asking after old friends, rent me with 'I take shame for you, Sorr, coming down here though the Saints know you're as welkim as the daylight whin you DO come an' upsettin' Terence's head wid your nonsense about about fwhat's much better forgotten. He bein' a civilian now, an' you niver was aught else.

"Indade I will, sorr," answered the mate cheerily; and then, all struck work for the day and retired into the tent, not sorry to have another easy night's rest. Every one was anxious to turn in, for really there was nothing else to be done.

A sergeant who could speak a little Sioux came riding back to the camp, a grin on his sun-blistered face. "Well, sergeant, what'd he say?" asked the staff officer. "He said would I plaze to go to hell, sorr," was the prompt response. "Won't he tell who they are?" "He won't, sorr. He says we know widout askin', which is thrue, sorr.

"Well, now, fwhat do ye think av that? Tex, ye danged owld sand rat, ut's proud av yersilf ye should be to be the uncle av sich a darlin'. An' tell us now, Sorr, fwhat's this I hear about yer buildin' a power plant for electric lights, or street cars, or somethin'? We thought that the lad here left the danged counthry for good, an' sarves thim danged yellow-legs that boss the Company right for not knowin' a man whin they see wan."

He was standing upon his trolly, haranguing a gangman, and his shoulders were as well drilled, and his big, thick chin was as clean-shaven as ever. 'I'm a civilian now, said Mulvaney. 'Cud you tell that I was iver a martial man? Don't answer, Sorr, av you're strainin' betune a compliment an' a lie. There's no houldin' Dinah Shadd now she's got a house av her own.

The voices died out in the swimming-bath. 'Oh, Terence! I said, dropping into Mulvaney's speech, when we were alone, 'it's you that have the Tongue! He looked at me wearily; his eyes were sunk in his head, and his face was drawn and white. 'Eyah! said he; 'I've blandandhered thim through the night somehow, but can thim that helps others help thimselves? Answer me that, Sorr!

The lad, I gathered from the talk, drew on you after he'd cried quits." He turned hastily. "You spoke, madam? Anything wanted?" The trumpeter orderly plucked me by the sleeve. He was a squat, sun-scorched little man, and his red-rimmed blue eyes squinted at me with painful interest. He whispered harshly from covert of bronzed hand. "Beg your pardon, sorr. Mrs. Montoyo, be it that lady?" "Yes."

Put these forward, under cover. Has everything been seen to, so we can start at once?" "Ay, ay, sorr," was the gruff response, in a strong Irish brogue. "Lord knows we've hid toime enough, fer we've bin waitin' here fer yer a wake, er more. It's a month since the lether came." "We have had a slow voyage, Carr. So all I ordered is aboard?"