with you now, and
change the order; and I'll let Larry know that I'll keep the money for
you, and pay it out little by little as long as it lasts."

"Not at all, not at _all_," interrupted Dan, hastily and indignantly.
"Bedad, it isn't that we want yer reverence to do for us. Sure the
raison I'm afther givin' ye the ordher is for you to keep it safe, the
way we'll have it for the monyement."

"THE SPIDER AND THE GOUT"

Old Pat Clancy lived in a small cabin immediately beneath the Rock of
Donoughmor, and looked upon the ruined castle on the top as his
especial property, the legends concerning them being treasured by him
as jealously as though they were traditions of his own ancestors. A
proud man was Pat when piloting the occasional strangers who wished to
inspect the keep up the steep and slippery path which led to the
ancient portcullis, and conducting them thence to the banqueting-hall,
sparing the luckless pilgrim, in fact, no corner of the edifice or its
surroundings, and pausing only on the mossy slope to the rear, where,
his charge having duly admired "the view over three counties," he
would proudly point out the precise spots where Fin-ma-coul had
"wrastled" with and overthrown another "monsthrous joynt" of name
unknown, the traces of the encounter being yet visible in the short
turf.

"Ne'er a blade o' grass at all 'ud grow on them," Pat would cry,
pointing triumphantly to the irregular hollows in the soil supposed to
be the traces of the giant's mighty feet. These, by the way,
occasionally varied oddly in extent; during the summertime, when most
visitors were to be expected, being noticeably large, and much deeper
than at other seasons.

Poor Pat's devotion to his beloved ruins was the cause of his undoing.
One spring morning, when a late frost had made the grass unusually
slippery, just as he was expounding to an interested audience how the
Danes used to shoot "arrers through them little slits of windies in
the wall beyant," his foot slipped, and after rolling for a little
distance down the steep incline, he went over the precipitous side of
the crag, and fell some twenty feet on to the stones below. Many bones
were broken, and as surgical aid was difficult to obtain, and but of
poor quality when at last secured, most of them were badly set, and
the poor old fellow remained to the end of his days a cripple. How he
and his wife and their last remaining child, a son born to them when
Pat was alre