ged to you, sir. Who's this, Ames?"

"It is a priest, sir, that's much looked up to. He says he has a
collection of maps--Father Tierney, will you speak to the general?"

"Faith, and that I will, my son!" said Father Tierney. "Good avenin',
general, and the best of fortunes!"

"Good evening, Father. What has your collection to do with it?"

"Faith," said Father Tierney, "and that's for you to judge, general. It
was the avenin' of the eighth, and I was sittin' in my parlour after
Judy O'Flaherty's funeral, and having just parted with Father Lavalle at
the Noviciate. And there came a rap, and an aide of Stonewall
Jackson's--But whisht! maybe I am taking up your time, general, with
things you already know?"

"Go on, go on! 'An aide of Stonewall Jackson's--'"

"'Holy powers!' thinks I, 'no rest even afther a funeral!' but 'Come in,
come in, my son!' I said, and in he comes. 'My name is Jarrow, Father,'
says he, 'and General Jackson has heard that you have a foine collection
of maps.'

"'And that's thrue enough,' says I, 'and what then, my son?' Whereupon
he lays down his sword and cap and says, 'May I look at thim?'"

Father Tierney coughed. "There's a number of gentlemen waiting in the
entrry. Maybe, general, you'd be afther learning of the movement of the
ribils with more accuracy from thim. And I could finish about the maps
another time. You aren't under any obligation to be listenin' to me."

"Shut the door, Ames," said the general. "Now Father.--'May I look at
them,' he said."

"'Why, av course,' said I, 'far be it from Benedict Tierney to put a
lock on knowledge!' and I got thim down. 'There's one that was made for
Leonard Calvert in 1643'--says I, 'and there's another showing St.
Mary's about the time of the Indian massacre, and there's a very rare
one of the Chesapeake--'

"'Extremely interesting' he says, 'but for General Jackson's purposes
1862 will answer. You have recent maps also?'

"'Yes, I have,' I said, and I got thim down, rather disappointed, having
thought him interested in Colonial Maryland and maybe in the location of
missions. 'What do you wish?' said I, still polite, though I had lost
interest. 'A map of Pennsylvania,' said he--"

"A map of Pennsylvania!--Ames, get your notebook there."

"And I unrolled it and he looked at it hard. 'Good road to Waynesboro?'
he said, and says I, 'Fair, my son, fair!' And says he, 'I may take this
map to General Jackson?' 'Yes,' said I, 'but I hope you'