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F. Purdon + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Candle and Crib + +Author: K. F. Purdon + +Illustrator: Beatrice Elvery + +Release Date: January 15, 2008 [EBook #24310] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CANDLE AND CRIB *** + + + + +Produced by K. Nordquist, Ronnie Sahlberg and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 357px;"> +<img src="images/frontc.jpg" width="357" height="600" +alt="Front cover" +title="Front cover" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h1>CANDLE AND CRIB</h1> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/001.jpg" width="250" height="340" +alt="Illustration" +title="Illustration" /> +</div> + +<h1>By K. F. PURDON.</h1> + +<h2>Illustrated by BEATRICE ELVERY.</h2> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><br /></p> + +<h3><a name="BY_THE_SAME_AUTHOR" id="BY_THE_SAME_AUTHOR"></a><i>BY THE SAME AUTHOR</i></h3> + +<h3>THE FOLK OF FURRY FARM</h3> + +<p><br /></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/006.jpg" width="400" height="573" +alt="Crying woman" +title="Crying woman" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">"AS SOON AS HE WAS GONE, DIDN'T THE WOMAN +THROW DOWN HER KNITTING, AND LAID HER HEAD +UPON HER KNEES, AND CRIED"</p> + +<p><br /><br /></p> + +<h3>MAUNSEL & COMPANY, LTD.</h3> +<h3>DUBLIN AND LONDON · 1914</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h2><a name="TOC" id="TOC"></a><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + +<table class="figcenter" summary="CONTENTS"> + +<tr><th></th><th style="text-align: left;">CHAP.</th><th><span style="margin-left: 10em;"> </span></th><th style="text-align: right;">PAGE</th></tr> + +<tr><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#CHAPTER_I'>I.</a></td><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Moloney's</span></td><td></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#Page_001'>1</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#CHAPTER_II'>II.</a></td><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Stable</span></td><td></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#Page_010'>10</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#CHAPTER_III'>III.</a></td><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Letter</span></td><td></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#Page_018'>18</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#CHAPTER_IV'>IV.</a></td><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Crib</span></td><td></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href='#Page_034'>34</a></td></tr> + +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_001" id="Page_001"></a><a href="#TOC">[1]</a></span></p> + +<h1><a name="CANDLE_AND_CRIB" id="CANDLE_AND_CRIB"></a>CANDLE AND CRIB</h1> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> + +<h3>MOLONEY'S</h3> + + +<p>It would be hard to find a pleasanter, more +friendly-looking place in all Ardenoo than +Moloney's of the Crooked Boreen, where +Big Michael and the wife lived, a piece up +from the high-road. And well might you +call the little causey "crooked" that led +to their door! for rough and stony that +<i>boreen</i> was, twisting and winding along by +the bog-side, this way and that way, the +same as if it couldn't rightly make up its +mind where it wanted to bring you. So +it was all the more of a surprise when you +did get to Moloney's, to find a house with +such an appearance of comfort upon it, +in such a place.</p> + +<p>Long and low that house was, and very +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_002" id="Page_002"></a><a href="#TOC">[2]</a></span> +old. You could tell the great age of it by +the thickness of the thatch, as well as by +seeing, when you were standing inside upon +the kitchen floor and looking up, that that +same thatch was resting, not upon common +planks, sawn with the grain and against +the grain and every way, but upon the real +boughs themselves, put there by them +that had to choose carefully what would be +suitable for their purpose, because there +were few tools then for shaping timber. So +that's how the branches were there yet, the +same as ever, bark and twigs and all; ay, +and as sound as the day they were put +there, two hundred years before.</p> + +<p>As for the walls at Moloney's ... mud, +I'm not denying it! but the thickness of +them! and the way they were kept white-washed, +inside and out! They'd dazzle +you, to look at them; especially in the +kitchen of an evening, when the fire would +be strong. And that was a thing that +occurred mostly always at Moloney's. For +Herself was a most notorious Vanithee; +and there's no better sign of good housekeeping +than a clean, blazing hearth. Sure +isn't that, as a body might say, the heart of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_003" id="Page_003"></a><a href="#TOC">[3]</a></span> +the whole house? Heart or hearth, isn't +it all the one thing, nearly? For if warmth +and comfort for the body come from the +one, doesn't love and pleasant kindness +come from the other? Ay, indeed!</p> + +<p>And now, here was the Christmas Eve +come round again, when every one puts the +best foot foremost, whether they can or +not. And so by Moloney's. The darkness +had fallen, and a wild, wet night it was, as +ever came out of the heavens. But that +only made the light seem the brighter and +more coaxing that the fire was sending out +over the half-door, and through the little, +twinkling bulls'-eyes windows, as if it +was trying to say, "Come along in, whoever +you are that's outside in the cold and +the rain! Look at the way the Woman +has the floor swept, till there isn't a speck +upon it! and the tables and stools scoured +like the snow, and the big old pewter +plates and dishes upon the dresser polished +till they're shining like a goat's eyes from +under a bed! Come in! Sure every one +is welcome here to-night, whether they come +or not!"</p> + +<p>And still in all...! +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_004" id="Page_004"></a><a href="#TOC">[4]</a></span></p> + +<p>Well, one look round would tell you, +with half an eye, that something was wrong +at Moloney's, Christmas Eve and all as it +was. For Big Michael himself was standing +there in the kitchen, cracking his red, +wet fingers one after the other, and looking +most uncomfortable. The wet was running +down from his big frieze coat, but it wasn't +that he minded. He was too well used to +soft weather to care about wet clothes. +Beside him upon the floor was the big +market-basket, with all manner of paper +parcels, blue and brown, sticking out from +under the lid that wouldn't shut down, he +had brought home so much from Melia's +shop. But that basket had a forgotten look +about it, because there beside it stood Herself, +and she not asking to unpack it or do +a thing with it. She was a little bit of a +woman, that you'd think you could blow off +the palm of your hand with one puff of +your breath. As thin as a whip she was, +and as straight as a rush; and she was +looking up now at Michael with flaming +cheeks and eyes like troubled waters.</p> + +<p>"No letter!" she was saying; "and is +it that you brought home no letter, after +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_005" id="Page_005"></a><a href="#TOC">[5]</a></span> +you being to the post! Sure it can't be +but they wrote to say were they coming +or not, after they being asked here for +the Christmas! Sure I thought you'd +surely have word to say when to expect +them; and was thinking even that they +might be coming with yourself! Only I +suppose the little ass and dray wouldn't +be grand enough for the wife! Of coorse +I didn't think of <i>her</i> writing; she may +know no better, and isn't to be blemt if +she has no manners; she can't help the way +she was brought up! But Art! Sure +there must be a letter from him...!"</p> + +<p>"Wait and I'll try again!" said Big +Michael slowly; and then he took to feel +through his pockets again for the letter +their son was to have sent them. But +when he had done this, he could only shake +his head, so that the rain-drops fell from +his hair and beard—turning brackety grey, +they were, Michael being on in years.</p> + +<p>"No, in trath! not as much as one letter +have I this night!" he said slowly.</p> + +<p>At this the Woman began to laugh, in +spite of the great annoyance that was on +her. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_006" id="Page_006"></a><a href="#TOC">[6]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Sure," she said, "if Mrs. Melia had a +letter for us, wouldn't she have given it to +you? What use would <i>she</i> have for it? +And if she hadn't, and told you so, where's +the sense in you feeling your pockets over +and over? A body'd think you expected +letters to grow there, the same as American +apples in barrels! How could you have +there what you didn't put there? But let +you go on off ou'er this now! Look at the +state you have the clean floor in, with the +rain dreeping from your <i>cota-mor</i>!"</p> + +<p>"Coming down it is, like as if it was out +of a sieve!" said Michael; "and wasn't +it God that done it, that I took the notion +to cut the holly'n'ivy while the day was +someways fine, afore I started off to the +shop! Has it safe below ... so I'll just +go for it now, the way we can be settling +out the Crib and all ..."</p> + +<p>"There'll no holly'n'ivy go up on these +walls to-night, if I'm to be let have a say +in the business!" said Mrs. Moloney. "Sich +trash and nonsense! making mess and +trouble for them that has plenty to do +without that! And as for the Crib, let it +stop where it is ..." +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_007" id="Page_007"></a><a href="#TOC">[7]</a></span></p> + +<p>On the word she went back to her stool +in the chimney-corner, where she always +sat bolt upright, and took up her knitting, +the same as if it wasn't the Christmas Eve +at all. For Art, their only child, that +stocking was meant. But her hands were +shaking so much that she dropped more +stitches off the needles than she made, and +still she persevered. Big Michael looked +at her for a bit, very pitiful; even opened +his mouth once, as if he wanted to say +something; a nice, silent person he was, +very even-going in himself. But he must +have thought better of it, for he only shook +his head again, and turned and went off out +of the door into the wild storm and darkness, +with the wind howling and threatening +all about the bog and country-side, the +shockingest ever you knew.</p> + +<p>And as soon as he was gone, didn't the +Woman throw down her knitting, and laid +her head upon her knees, and cried and +cried, till her blue checky apron was like +as if it was after being wrung out of a tub +of suds.</p> + +<p>"Och, Art!" she'd cry, "isn't this the +queer way for you to be going on! To say +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_008" id="Page_008"></a><a href="#TOC">[8]</a></span> +you never answered the letter that was wrote +to you! This very day five-and-twenty +years you came here to us! as lovely as a +little angel you were! The grand big blue +eyes of you! and the way you'd laugh up +at me and put out the little hand...! +And you the only one ever God sent us! +And never a word between us, only when +you took the notion to go off to Dublin; sure +it near broke our hearts, but what could we +do, only give you our blessing! And ... +and then hearing the good accounts of the +way you were going on.... But it's +the wife that done it all, and has him that +changed...! Too grand she is, no doubt, +for the likes of us! Och, grand how-are-ye! +no, but not half good enough for Art! +He that was always counted a choice boy +by all that knew him! And any word +them that saw the wife beyant in Dublin +with him brought back, was no great +things. A poor-looking little scollop of a +thing, they tell me she is; and like as if +she'd have about as much iday of taking +butter off a churn, or spinning a hank of +yarn, as a pig would have of a holiday! +What opinion could any sensible body have +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_009" id="Page_009"></a><a href="#TOC">[9]</a></span> +of that kind of a wedding, without even a +match-maker to inquire into the thing, +to see was it anyways suitable or not! +Och, Art! Art! it's little I thought, this +day five-and-twenty years, the way the +thing would be now!" +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_010" id="Page_010"></a><a href="#TOC">[10]</a></span></p> + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<h3>THE STABLE</h3> + + +<p>While poor Mrs. Moloney was fretting like +this, and it Christmas Eve and all, Big +Michael was making his way through +the wind and the sleety rain to where he +had his stable, a piece off from the house. +It was pitch-dark, so that he couldn't +see his hand before his eyes, if he held it +up; but he had his lantern, and anyway +he knew his way about blindfold. But +even in daylight you might pass by that +stable ready, unless you knew it was there. +For it was very little, and being roofed with +heather it looked only like a bit of the bog +that had humped itself up a bit higher than +the rest.</p> + +<p>Poor-looking and small as it was, Big +Michael was very proud of that stable. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_011" id="Page_011"></a><a href="#TOC">[11]</a></span> +He and Art had built it together, just before +Art leaving home. It was wanted to keep +the little wad of hay or straw safe from +the weather, as well as to shelter the cow +of a hard night. And after Art had +gone off to the Big Smoke, and for no +other reason only getting restless, as young +hearts often do, many and many a time +Michael would slope off to the stable, and +sit down there to take a draw of the pipe +and to wish he had his pleasant, active +young boy back at home again. He missed +Art full as much as the mother, and maybe +more.</p> + +<p>In fact, it was getting into a habit with +Michael to go off to the stable. He had +the best of a wife, but still there were +times when he'd wish to be with himself +somewhere, so that he could take his +ease, and still not be feeling himself an +annoyance to a busy woman. Big Michael +himself, the people said, always looked as +if he thought to-morrow would do. But +the Woman that owned him was of a +different way of thinking, always going at +something. So he got the fashion of keeping +out of her way. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_012" id="Page_012"></a><a href="#TOC">[12]</a></span></p> + +<p>When he got to the stable this night, a +bit out of breath with the great wind, he +took notice first of the cow, and he saw +that she was comfortable, plenty of straw +to lie upon, and plenty of fodder before +her. So then he bethought him of the +little ass that was outside under the dray +yet.</p> + +<p>"I'll put her in too!" he thought. +"Destroyed she is and quite weakly with +the wet, like all donkeys, God help them! +let alone the mud and gutter she's after +travelling through, all that long ways from +the shop! And carrit the things we were +in need of, too! I'll let her stand here near +the cow. A good dry bed I'll put under +her, and give her a grain of oats to pet her +heart. It'll not go astray with her, and +she has it well earned, the creature!"</p> + +<p>So he unyoked the ass and led her into +the stable, and rubbed down her shaggy +coat, all dripping like his own clothes, and +fed her, and watched with a curious satisfaction +the nice way, like a lady, that she +took the feed he put before her.</p> + +<p>"Poor Winny!" he said, rubbing a +finger up and down her soft ears; "many's +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_013" id="Page_013"></a><a href="#TOC">[13]</a></span> +the time Art laughed at you, and said it +was only one remove from a wheel-barra +to be driving you! Ling-gerin' Death is +what he used to call you! But sure you +do your best! and if you were the fastest +horse ever won the Grand National, you +could do no more!"</p> + +<p>He looked round then, with a very satisfied +feeling. There he had them, the two +poor animals that depended out of him, +but that served him and his so well, too; +had them safe and warm from the storm and +rain outside. He swung the lantern to +and fro, so that he could see everything +that was in the stable. One end of it was +filled with hay and straw. The light +gleamed here, gleamed there upon the kind, +homely plenty he had stored. Then it fell +upon a heap of something else; something +that glistened from many points, green and +cheerful.</p> + +<p>"The holly'n'ivy," Big Michael thought, +"that I cut this morning, and has it here, +the way it would be handy to do out the +place in greenery against Art and the wife +would be here! Well, well! I wouldn't +wish to go against Herself, and she so +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_014" id="Page_014"></a><a href="#TOC">[14]</a></span> +fretted; but sure I might as well not have +cut it at all!"</p> + +<p>He stood and stared at it, very mournful +in himself. For the best part of the Christmas +to Michael was not the good feeding +Herself always provided, though he could +take his share of that, as well as another; +no, but the holly and ivy and the Candle +and the Crib; and now she had set her +face against them all. And it wouldn't be +Christmas at all, he thought, without them!</p> + +<p>A sudden thought came into his mind.</p> + +<p>"Why can't I have it Christmas here," +he said to himself, "and not be letting all +these beautiful green branches go to waste! +That's what I'll do!"</p> + +<p>And with that, he laid down the lantern, +and began to decorate the little stable. +He moved slowly, but the work grew under +his hands. He put the bright, glistening +holly in the rack that the cow fed from, +and over the door. And he flung the long +curving trails of ivy over the rafters, so +that they hung down, and the whole place +became the most loveliest bower of green +that you might ask to see.</p> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/014.jpg" width="400" height="555" +alt="Big Michael" +title="Big Michael" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">"BIG MICHAEL CONTRIVED TO LIGHT THE CANDLE"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_015" id="Page_015"></a><a href="#TOC">[15]</a></span> +He had just put up the last of his green +stuff, when the lantern flickered up and +then quenched; it was burnt out.</p> + +<p>"Dear, dear!" thought Michael; "a pity +it is to say there's no light to see it by; +even if there's no one to look at it, itself!"</p> + +<p>He stood still a bit. It always took +Michael a good while even to think. Then +he said to himself, "Wait a bit! go aisy, +now, will ye!" as if the wife was there to +be prodding him on. And then he began +slowly to unbutton his coat, and then +another under that, and another, and so on, +much like peeling skins off an onion, till at +last he came to something that he drew out +very carefully; something long and slim, +and that gleamed white in the light of a +match he struck against the wall.</p> + +<p>"<i>There's</i> a Christmas Candle for ye!" +he said, looking admiringly at it; "two +foot long if it's an inch! Mrs. Melia does +the thing right, if she goes to do it at all, +the decent nice poor woman that she is! +Gave me that Candle in a Christmas present; +her Christmas box she said it was, and says +she, 'It'll do to welcome Art and the young +wife home!' says she. And so of course +it would, if only it was a thing that they +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_016" id="Page_016"></a><a href="#TOC">[16]</a></span> +were coming.... But sure, God knows +what happened to stop them.... But I +thought it as good say nothing about the +Candle, foreninst Herself, to be making +her worse, when I seen the way she was +about the Crib itself! It's a pity she not +to see it ..."</p> + +<p>Slowly and awkwardly Big Michael contrived +to light the Candle and to set it up +in a bucket that was there handy. He +steadied it there by melting some of the +grease around it, and made it firm so that +it could not upset to do damage to the +stable. Then when it was burning well he +went off, turning when he got out into the +storm and darkness outside to look again +at the Candle that was shedding a ray of +lovely light far into the night.</p> + +<p>"Ay, indeed!" thought he to himself, +with great satisfaction, "it is a grand fine +Christmas Candle, sure enough! And it +would be noways right for us, even if we +are only with ourselves to-night, not to +have one lit, the same as every other house +in Ardenoo has, the way if any poor woman +with a child in her arms was wandering by, +far from her own place, she'd see the light +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_017" id="Page_017"></a><a href="#TOC">[17]</a></span> +and know there was room and a welcome +waiting there for them both! Ay, indeed! +a great Candle that is, and will last well and +shine across the whole bog! But I wish +Mrs. Melia had given me the letter as well!" +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_018" id="Page_018"></a><a href="#TOC">[18]</a></span></p> + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<h3>THE LETTER</h3> + + +<p>The queer thing is that Big Michael, slow +and all as he was, happened to be right +about the letter from Art. It had been +written, and, moreover, it had reached +Ardenoo post-office. But no one knew +that for certain, or what became of it, only +a small little pup of a terrier dog belonging +to one of the Melia boys. This pup was +just of an age that it was a great comfort +to his mouth to have something he could +chew. He was lying taking his ease, just +under the counter where the letters got +sorted. And when, as luck would have it, +Art's letter slipped down, of all others! +from the big heap of papers and all sorts +that came very plenty at that Christmas +season, this little dog had no delay, only +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_019" id="Page_019"></a><a href="#TOC">[19]</a></span> +begin on the letter. In two minutes he +had "little dan" made of it!—nothing left +of it only a couple or three little wet rags +that got swep' out the next morning, and +never were heard of again. Sure, why +would they, when only the pup knew +anything about them? And he couldn't +explain the thing, even if he had wanted +to. He escaped a few kicks by that. Still, +dogs often get into trouble the same way, +God help them! without having earned +it at all.</p> + +<p>Yes, the invitation for the Christmas +was answered. The wife, Delia her name +was, had said nothing at first when it came. +To tell the truth, she was well satisfied +where she was, with Art and the child all to +herself, in their one room in a back street. +Up a lot of stairs it was, too, and the other +people in the house not to say too tasty in +their way of going on. But poor Delia +thought it was all grand, with the little +bits of furniture herself and Art would buy +according as they could manage it, and the +cradle in the corner by the fire.</p> + +<p>Poor Art would smother there betimes, +nigh-hand, when he'd think of the Crooked +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_020" id="Page_020"></a><a href="#TOC">[20]</a></span> +Boreen, and the wide silence of the bog, +with the soft sweet wind blowing across it, +and the cows and all, and the neighbours +to pass the time of day with, let alone the +smell of the turf-fire of an evening! Homesick +the poor boy was, and didn't know it.</p> + +<p>The way it came about that Art left +home was, he got tired of things there, +the very things he wanted now. And +there was some said, the mother was too +good and fond with him. She'd lay the +two hands under his feet any hour of the +day or night; thought the sun shone out +of him, so she did. And Art was always +good and biddable with her; never gave +any back-talk, or was contrary. But all +the time he wanted to be himself. He +was much like a colt kept in a stall, well +fed and minded, but he wants to get out to +stretch his legs in a long gallop all the time.</p> + +<p>So there's why Art went off from Ardenoo +to the Big Smoke, and got on the best ever +you knew. He was very apprehensive +about machinery, could understand it well, +and got took on by a great high-up doctor +to mind his motor for him. The old people +were that proud when they heard of it. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_021" id="Page_021"></a><a href="#TOC">[21]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Sure it's on the Pig's Back Art is now, +whatever!" they said, "with his good-lookin' +pound a week!"</p> + +<p>Wealth that sounded, away off in Ardenoo. +But the sorra much spending there is in it +in a city, where you're paying out for everything +you want. Delia did the best she could +with it, but it wouldn't do all she wanted.</p> + +<p>Still, she pleased Art. Small and white +in the face she was, as Mrs. Moloney +had imagined her. Sewing she used +to be, a bad life for a girl to be at it +all day. But she flourished up well after +getting married. And what Art had looked +into, when he was courting, was the big, +longing-looking dark eyes of her, and the +gentle voice and ways, and the clouds of +soft brown hair ... well, sure every eye +forms a beauty of its own. But Art might +have done worse nor to marry Delia Fogarty +that never asked to differ from a word he +said, till the notion came up of they going +to Ardenoo for the Christmas. When the +letter asking them came, he near riz the +roof off the house, the shout he gave, he +was that delighted in himself to be going +back home. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_022" id="Page_022"></a><a href="#TOC">[22]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But what's a trouble to you, Delia?" he +says, when he had time to take notice that +she wasn't looking as rejoiced as he expected, +only sitting there with her eyes +upon the child in her arms; "a body'd +think you didn't care about going at all!" +he says, half vexed.</p> + +<p>"I ... I'd like to go, Art," says Delia, +"only I don't know do I want to go or not.... +I ... do you see ..."</p> + +<p>"Well ... what?"</p> + +<p>"Sure ... maybe ... how do I know +will they like me or not! And me coat all +wore ... and ... and, moreover, I never +got to get a right sort of a hood for the +child ... or a cloak...."</p> + +<p>"Och, what at all, girl dear!" says Art, +that was so excited at the thoughts of getting +home that nothing was a trouble to him; +"not like you! What else would they do! +And the child ... well, now, isn't it well +we told them nothing about him, the way +he'll be a surprise to them now? The fine +big fellah that he is! Sure it would be a +sin to go put any clothes on him at all, +hiding the brave big legs of him!"</p> + +<p>Delia had to laugh at that; and then Art +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_023" id="Page_023"></a><a href="#TOC">[23]</a></span> +went out and bought a grand sheet of note-paper +with robins and red berries and +"The Season's Compliments" at the top +of it. And Delia wrote the letter upon +this, because she could write real neat +and nice. Art told her every word to say.</p> + +<blockquote> +<p> +<span class="smcap">Dear Father and Mother</span>, it began, +"I have pleasure in taking up my pen to +rite yous those few lines hopping they find +yous in good health as they leave us at this +present thank you and God. I would wish +my love and best wishes to..." and +there were so many to be remembered +that Art told Delia to put in "all inquiring +friends," and even shortened like that, the +list hardly left room for saying, "and we +will go home for the Christmas and is +obliged for the kindness of asking and we +will go by the last train Christmas Eve and +let yous meet that with Ling-gerin' Death +and the cart and we're bringing a Christmas +box wid us that yous will be rejoiced to +see so I will end those few lines from your +</p> + +<p style="text-align: right;"><span class="smcap">"Son and New Daughter."</span></p> +</blockquote> + +<p>When that letter was finished and posted, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_024" id="Page_024"></a><a href="#TOC">[24]</a></span> +Delia made no more of an objection to going, +only did the best she could, washing and +mending her own little things and the +baby's. But let her do her best and they +were poor-looking little bits of duds! +And many's the time, when Art was away, +that she'd cry, and wish to herself that +there was no such a place as Ardenoo on +the face of this earthly world. But what +could she do, only please Art!</p> + +<p>Well, the very evening before they were +to start for Ardenoo, didn't Art come home +to her in great humour. "Look at here, +Delia!" says he, with a big laugh; "see +the fine handful of money," and he held it +out to her, "that Himself is after giving me +in a Christmas box! Now we'll do the +thing in real style! Come along out now, +before the shops shut, and we'll buy all +before us!"</p> + +<p>Well, if you were to see the two of them +that night! the three, indeed, for Delia +wouldn't ever leave the child, only took +him with her. To see them looking in at +the grand bright windows full of things! +and going in, Delia half afraid, but Art as +loud and outspoken as a lord, spending +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_025" id="Page_025"></a><a href="#TOC">[25]</a></span> +free as long as it lasted! To see him then +going home with her and the child, and he +all loaded down with parcels! and opened +them all out, the minute they got back! +All the things they bought out of that +money! A pipe and tobacco for Michael; +a lovely cake with "Merry Christmas" in +pink sugar upon it, for Herself; the grandest +of brown shoes and a hat and feather for +Delia, and as for the baby!... Delia +could scarce believe her eyes, all they had +got for him, things she had been wanting....</p> + +<p>Art made her fit them all on, and when +she held up the child to be admired, with +the loveliest of a soft white shawl rolled +round him, "He becomes it well," says +Art; "and I suppose you think to make +him look better nor he is, by all that +finery!"</p> + +<p>"Your mother'll think him terrible +small," said Delia, looking very fretted +again; but she kissed the baby, as much +as to say, "Little I care what she thinks!"</p> + +<p>She said nothing about that part of it, +though, only looked up at Art with the +beseeching eyes I mentioned before.</p> + +<p>"Let that go round!" says Art; and he +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_026" id="Page_026"></a><a href="#TOC">[26]</a></span> +lifted the two of them in his arms and +kissed them both; and then when he had +let Delia go, says he, "Me mother is the +smallest little crathureen herself, that ever +you saw! So she needn't talk! And sure +what can you expect from a child not a +month old yet! And there's an ould saying +and a true one, in Ardenoo, 'It's not always +the big people that reaps the harvest!' and +so by this boy of ours! We won't feel till +he'll be working!"</p> + +<p>"Working!" said Delia. And she unclasped +the baby's fingers and kissed the +tiny hands inside, that were as soft and +pink as rose-leaves, first one hand and then +the other. She never thought that every +hand, no matter how rough and strong, +begins by being a baby's hand like the one +she was after kissing.</p> + +<p>"Ay, work!" says Art, very determined; +"it would amaze you or any one that didn't +know, the way the children grow up and get +sense at Ardenoo! the way if the old people +seemed wishful for us to stop at home with +them, this little fellah of ours would soon +... but whisht!" before poor Delia had +time to say a word one way or other about +this iday, "whisht! what's this at all! A +telegram! for me!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/026.jpg" width="400" height="552" +alt="He kissed them both" +title="He kissed them both" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">HE KISSED THEM BOTH</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_027" id="Page_027"></a><a href="#TOC">[27]</a></span></p> + +<p>A telegram! Poor Delia turned gashly +pale at the word, and hugged the child +closer to her, as if she thought that little +bit of an orange-coloured envelope might +be going to do some destruction on her +treasure.</p> + +<p>Art read it slowly to himself, while his +face grew as long as to-day and to-morrow; +and says he, "Well, it can't be helped! +The Master that's after getting a hurried +call to the country and will want me to +drive him ... so I'll not be at read'ness +to go...." He looked anxiously at +Delia.</p> + +<p>Not go to Ardenoo! Delia's heart leaped +up.</p> + +<p>"Sure, can't we stop where we are?" +says she, with dancing eyes.</p> + +<p>"Och, not at all!" says Art; "it +wouldn't answer at all to be disappointing +them. And besides, it's down that side +he wants to go ... some sick child ... +the Master I mean ... I'll likely be at +Ardenoo before you!"</p> + +<p>"But, Art! ... is it go wid meself? +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_028" id="Page_028"></a><a href="#TOC">[28]</a></span> +What will I do at all at all?" and Delia +begins to cry.</p> + +<p>"See here now," says Art, "don't be +taking on, that way! You wouldn't have +me disappoint the Master ... after he +being so good to us, too! The fine grand +little clothes we're after getting!... +You'll be as right as rain! Just wait till +you're at Ardenoo, where every one knows +me! Why, you'll be with friends, that very +minute! And you wrote it in the letter +yourself, what train to meet you at.... +You wouldn't be fretting me mother and +she thinking to have us for the Christmas +... to make no mention of the child at +all!"</p> + +<p>"To be sure not!" says Delia. And +she dried her eyes and said no more, only +got ready and went off the next day with +the little child, as smiling and gay as she +could appear, waving her hand to Art that +saw her off at the Broadstone station, and +did all he could to put her in heart. But +it's a long, long ways from the Big Smoke +to Ardenoo. Hours and hours it took +that wet, wild day to get there. And +Delia wasn't too well accustomed to trains +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_029" id="Page_029"></a><a href="#TOC">[29]</a></span> +and going about. She managed to keep +the child warm and comforted all through, +but when the train stopped at Ardenoo +she was that tired and giddy herself, that +she scarcely knew what she was doing or +where she was to go.</p> + +<p>She stood a minute on the platform, with +the wind and rain beating down upon her, +till it had her even more confused. And the +day was nearly done, and no lamps lit yet. +But she made out a porter and asked him, +as Art had bid her, for Mr. Moloney's ass-cart.</p> + +<p>"Moloney's ass and dray? Ay," says +the man, "Big Michael was in the Town +to-day at Melia's, and buying all before +him, by what I hear. And not too long +ago it was ..."</p> + +<p>"Would I ... could I find him ... +where's that place you're after mentioning?"</p> + +<p>And Delia took a grip of the big hat, +that the wind was getting at.</p> + +<p>"Melia's shop? You can't miss it! +There's ne'er another.... He should +have left it by now ... but let you go on +along that road ..." and he showed her +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_030" id="Page_030"></a><a href="#TOC">[30]</a></span> +where it lay, stretching off into the darkness, +"and you'll overtake him, ready! +That ass is middling slow!"</p> + +<p>The man guessed who this was speaking +to him, for they all had heard about +Art and the wife being expected for the +Christmas. And he had no call to tell her +to go off like that. Big Michael was nigh-hand +at home again by then. But he had +a sup taken at that present, as often +happens at Christmas. Only he was a bit +"on," he'd never have put such an iday +into Delia's head. To think of letting her +start after Michael like that!</p> + +<p>But poor Delia knew no better than to +follow fool's advice; how could she? So +she just asked some directions about the +road, and then she changed the child from +one arm to the other and faced out in the +night and rain, and a wind that would blow +the horns off a goose to overtake the ass-cart. +Little she thought that it was back +at the Crooked Boreen by then, near five +good miles away!</p> + +<p>For a while, she wasn't in too bad a +heart at all. She was glad to be out of the +train, and she was expecting every step to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_031" id="Page_031"></a><a href="#TOC">[31]</a></span> +get some signs of Michael on in front. But +the little light there was went altogether +before long; quenched, like, by the great +rain and the heavy clouds that hung low +and dark in the skies. Delia began to feel +it very lonesome! But she kept going on; +what else could she do?</p> + +<p>At this time, what she thought worst of +was, that the wet was spoiling her good hat, +after Art spending his money upon it, the +way she could make some kind of appearance +foreninst his mother and the neighbours. +But what could she do to save it?</p> + +<p>"The cut I'll be!" she thought; "all +dreeped with rain!" And indeed the hat, +with its grand feather all broken and +draggled, was a poor-looking thing enough +before she was half-ways to the Crooked +Boreen. As for the grand shoes with the +high heels, they were like sponges upon her +feet, and she slipping in them as she stumbled +along through mud and gutter to her ankles.</p> + +<p>But she kept going on! The baby lay +warm and snug upon her heart. She +managed to keep him sheltered, anyway! +Now and then she'd stop and put her face +down to his, to feel his sweet warm breath +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_032" id="Page_032"></a><a href="#TOC">[32]</a></span> +upon her cheek. Then she'd go on again. +That ass-cart! If only she could catch +it! Wouldn't it be Heaven to be taken +off her aching feet and be carried along, +herself and the child, with some one that +knew the way, and not to be feeling lost, +as she did now.</p> + +<p>For by degrees that's what Delia had to +think; she was lost. Still she struggled on, +the poor little bet-down thing that she was; +so tired that she only kept moving at all by +clenching her teeth hard and saying out loud, +"I must! I must! A nice thing it would +be for Art to not find me when he gets +home! I must keep going on! The baby +would die if I was to lie down ..." for +that is what she was more inclined for than +anything else.</p> + +<p>The wind was coming in great gusts now, +hindering her far worse than the rain. +It caught her skirts like the sails of a ship; +it snatched at her hat. She tried to hold +it on, but a sudden strong blast came, just +as she was shifting the child again in her +arms. Like a spiteful hand, it tore the +hat from her head and furled it away; +and what could be done, to get it again, in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_033" id="Page_033"></a><a href="#TOC">[33]</a></span> +the storm and darkness? Delia cried at +first, thinking of the loss it was. But she +minded nothing long, only the tiredness +and that still she must keep going on.</p> + +<p>Suddenly she began to sing to the child:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I laid my love in a cradley-bed,</span> +<span class="i0" style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Lu lu lu lu la lay</i>.</span> +<span class="i0">Little white love with a soft round head,</span> +<span class="i0" style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Lu lu lu lu la lay</i>.</span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>Before she had it done, she thought to +see a light a piece off from her. She made +towards it. Out upon the bog itself she +was now; and them that saw her tracks +after, said one of the holy Angels must have +been guiding her then, that she wasn't +drownded, herself and the child, in a bog-hole. +She slipped here and she fell there +on the wet, rough ground; but she kept +on till she reached the light. It was the +Christmas Candle, in Michael's stable, burning +there, mild and watchful. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_034" id="Page_034"></a><a href="#TOC">[34]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> + +<h3>THE CRIB</h3> + + +<p>While all this was going on, Big Michael +was sitting, snug and comfortable, in the +chimney-corner, opposite the wife, and she +knitting, knitting away still. Not a word +was passing. She had Michael's supper +ready for him, hot and tasty, the same +as ever. But he had no <i>goo</i> for it. What +did he care was it good or bad! How +could he feel gay and riz up in himself, +the way a body should at the Christmas, +when he knew well Herself had been +crying away while he had been down at +the stable?</p> + +<p>If only she'd cheer up! If only she'd +agree to have the place dressed out, and +the Crib and all the other little things done +the same as ever! It would do herself +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_035" id="Page_035"></a><a href="#TOC">[35]</a></span> +good, and they might be having a happy +Christmas after all, even if there was only +the two of them there with themselves! +But he said nothing. Big as Michael was, +and little as the Woman was that owned +him, it was she had the upper hand in the +house. And good right, too; she being a +very understanding person, and considered +to be a good adviser of a woman all over +Ardenoo. Michael was slow, but he was +wise enough to give in to the wife. So now +when she showed no wish for any of the +things he was so made upon, he said no +more about them; only after a while +says he, "I believe it's what I'll take a +streel off to see is the cow all right in the +stable below...."</p> + +<p>But what he really wanted was, to get +away from the queer, unhappy feel of the +silent kitchen. He thought, too, he'd like +another sight of the dressed-out stable +and the big Candle he had lit there. He +meant to stop a bit with those Christmas +signs, and the ass, and the munch, munch +of the cow, filling the place with her fragrant +breath.</p> + +<p>Wasn't it a pity of the world that Herself +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_036" id="Page_036"></a><a href="#TOC">[36]</a></span> +was having none of the pleasure? If only +he could tell her what he had been doing! +If only he could get her to come too, and +see how lovely the stable looked!</p> + +<p>As he passed out on the door, the Vanithee +looked after him. A kind of pity rose +warm in her heart, as she saw the fretted +appearance was upon the big man, like a +cowed dog, with his tail drooping between +his legs.</p> + +<p>All the bygone Christmas Eves they had +put in there together! Kind, pleasant +times, with little old nonsense and laughing, +that no one understood, only themselves! +Art had been there, to be sure! He had +been the delight of the first of their Christmases, +and the same always, till he went off. +But was it Michael's fault that the son +wasn't there yet? Sure poor Michael had +done nothing to fret her! It wasn't he had +neglected to write! And wasn't it full as +bad for him, Michael, that had always been +the fond father to Art! and had never +rightly overed the boy's quitting off the +way he did! Oh, if only they had Art there +again! To have him going off with the +father of a morning, cutting turf, or making +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_037" id="Page_037"></a><a href="#TOC">[37]</a></span> +hay, or doing a bit of ploughing! and the +two of them in to their dinners and off +again!... Why, to have that good +time back, she'd even welcome the poor-lookin' +little scollop of a thing, and give +her share of the old home!...</p> + +<p>Poor Michael! He that loved the +Christmas! Like a child, he was! Most +men are, if they have any good in them; and +God help them if they get a woman that +doesn't understand that, and can't make +allowances when they don't grow up!</p> + +<p>Mrs. Moloney was as quick as Michael +was slow. So, while he'd be thinking about +it, she had a stool over at the dresser and +was up on it, feeling for the Crib on the top +shelf.</p> + +<p>It was there, safe enough, and it wrapped +in a newspaper. A small little contraption +of a thing it was, that she had bought off +Tommy the Crab, the peddling man, years +before. Paid sixpence for it, too; and +cheap he told her it was at that money.</p> + +<p>To see it first, it was no more than a +middling sizeable Christmas card. But it +was really in three, or maybe four, halves +that drew out like a telescope. The first +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_038" id="Page_038"></a><a href="#TOC">[38]</a></span> +part showed the Kings kneeling with their +offerings and crowns upon their heads; then +you could see the Shepherds, with their +crooks and they kneeling too; and in the +middle of them all, the Mother herself, +with the Holy Child upon her knee. St. +Joseph was at one side, and the ox and the +ass at the other; all complete, even to a +grand Star of silver paper, shining on the +top of it all.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Moloney put the Crib into one of the +small square windows and drew it out. +Then she went back to the dresser for the +candles to light it up with. It looked +nothing wanting them.</p> + +<p>Not common candles she was going to +use, but what had been blessed at Candlemas, +and that she had kept put by very +carefully.</p> + +<p>"I mustn't take them all," she thought, +"the way, if one of us was to take and die +sudden, there would be a Candle ready to +put into the dying hand, to light the soul +on its way! But there's a good few, and +so ..."</p> + +<p>Four she took for the four evangelists, +and was just lighting them up, when suddenly +the door burst open, and with a +rush and a laugh in came ... Art!</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/038.jpg" width="400" height="571" +alt="The mother with her child" +title="The mother with her child" /> +</div> +<p class="center">THE MOTHER WITH HER CHILD LYING VERY STILL</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_039" id="Page_039"></a><a href="#TOC">[39]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Mother!" he said; and in a moment +had his arms round her, and was kissing +her lips.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Art! so you did come, after all!" +says she, with a catch in her breath and a +gush of joy to her heart. She had her son, +her own son again! And for a minute +she forgot everything else—the missed +letter, Art's wife....</p> + +<p>"Come? And why wouldn't I come? +What else? Och, but it's grand, the smell +of the turf! And the Crib the same as +ever! Och, mother, mother! But where's +Delia? Some tricks you and her is up to! +Has them hid 'on' me? Delia! Delia! +where at all are you?"</p> + +<p>At that the mother drew a piece away +from him. Her face that had been smiling +and rosy even, like a girl's face, grew stiff +and white.</p> + +<p>"Delia! Delia! he can think of nothing +else," she thought. It all came back upon +her, like a bad dream. Her son had a wife +now! And she had held out her hand to +them, and they had slighted it! +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_040" id="Page_040"></a><a href="#TOC">[40]</a></span></p> + +<p>What did Art mean, coming in like a +strong wind? Gay and pleasant as summer +air at first, but his face changed and became +black and stormy and his voice was a +strange, fierce voice, asking again, "Where's +Delia?"</p> + +<p>"I know nothing about her! How +could I?"</p> + +<p>"Sure she was to be here ..."</p> + +<p>"We got no word ..."</p> + +<p>"No word! Is it that no one met them +at the train? My God! what has become of +her and the child? And the night it was!"</p> + +<p>The child? What child? the mother +was trying to ask, but the words were +stopped on her lips, and Art was stopped at +the door, in his mad rush forth to look for +his wife and baby, by the appearance before +them of Michael. Stopped them both, I +say, but without a word being spoken. +It was just the look in the old man's face +that made them both fall back a step +and stand still, looking at Michael in a sort +of wonder and fright. His eyes were +shining, as if he had been in another world, +and had scarcely got back to earth again. +He stood facing them for a minute with the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_041" id="Page_041"></a><a href="#TOC">[41]</a></span> +same far-away look; then he took each of +them by the hand, and just breathed out, +"Come! come with me and see what's in +the stable ..."</p> + +<p>They went. The wind had fallen and +the rain had ceased. A beautiful moon +had risen, and was shining, but you could +not see her, only the light she shed down +from her throne on high through the soft +white mist that had risen from the wet +ground and was wavering and dancing +solemnly to and fro, filling the space +between heaven and earth, as if to veil the +sacred sights of the Holy Eve from mortal +eyes. The father and mother and son moved +silently through the misty, gleaming silence, +till they reached the stable, where the +Candle was burning steadily, and sending +forth its pure white light into the moonlit +vapour.</p> + +<p>Michael stepped on and was at the door +first. He put his great arm across, as if +to ensure caution and reverence.</p> + +<p>"Go easy, go easy, the both of yous! but +sure, they might be gone back already, and +no one to have seen them, only meself!" +he said in the same awed whisper. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_042" id="Page_042"></a><a href="#TOC">[42]</a></span></p> + +<p>They peered in, for beyond the Candle +were dusky spaces; yet its light was +enough to show them two figures there; +a girl-mother with her child, lying very +still.</p> + +<p>Was she asleep, or.... She was so +white and small! The long dark hair had +been loosened and fell about her like a +soft mantle; and close, close to her heart +lay the little child.</p> + +<p>"Delia, Delia!" said Art.</p> + +<p>"The Child!" said his mother.</p> + +<p>Delia unclosed her eyes and looked up +with a little smile. "I have him here, +safe!" she said.</p> + +<p>And Michael, only half comprehending, +fell on his knees and sobbed aloud.</p> + +<p><br /><br /></p> +<p class="center">THE END</p> + +<p><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Printed by</i> <span class="smcap">R. & R. Clark, Limited</span>, <i>Edinburgh</i>.</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Candle and Crib, by K. F. Purdon + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CANDLE AND CRIB *** + +***** This file should be named 24310-h.htm or 24310-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/4/3/1/24310/ + +Produced by K. 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